Enquiry for Jacks—To CorreSpendeiits^Autumii 
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ous liquors is also as necessary to preserve health, or 
more so, than keeping within doors or in the shade 
during the hottest part of the day. The yellow fever, 
the scourge of our southern cities, never extends into 
the country. It Would probably not affect our cities so 
much, if the houses, instead of being built adjoining 
one another, forming continuous lines of buildings, 
were built separate and apart, like the English resi¬ 
dences in Calcutta. 
When we reflect how much the world is indebted to 
the cotton plant for a cheap article of clothing, and 
now much Ireland is indebted to the potatoe plant for a 
cheap article of food, it is not too much to hope that 
the Herba Spagna may be an important agent in trans¬ 
muting the present barren and almost uninhabited sea 
coast counties of Mississippi into rich, healthful and 
happy homes to a large portion of our northern breth¬ 
ren, who would otherwise fall victims to a lingering 
disease in the springtime of life. The country wants 
gray and blue eyes,—many blue-eyed people of the 
north want such a home. 
I have the honor to be with great respect, 
Your ob’t serv’t, 
Sam’l. A. Cartwright, M. D. 
For the American Agriculturist. 
Gananoque, U. Canada, Aug. 29, 1842. 
Gent. —I have some thought of changing horses for 
mules to do the labor on my farm. Could you inform 
me through your excellent paper, where I could get a 
good Jack to cross with our U. Canada mares, and 
what price I would have to pay for him, 
I am, my dear sirs, 
truly yours, 
J. Lewis Macdonald. 
Will some of our readers please to inform us where 
the above animal can be procured ?— Eds. 
To Correspondents. —Our thanks are due to F. 
Crisp, Esq. of the New Farmer’s Journal, London, for 
copies of that journal, containing the proceedings of 
the Fourth Annual Meeting and Show of the Royal 
Agricultural Society of England, held at Bristol July 
last. 
To Thomas Bates, Esq., of Kirkleavington, York¬ 
shire, Eng., for part 1, vol. 3. of the Journal of the 
Royal Ag’l. Soc. of England; also for the Annual Re¬ 
port of the Yorkshire Ag’l. Soc., consisting of 200 
pages of highly interesting matter. 
To B. L. C. Wailes, Esq., Pres’t. of the Ag’l. Hort’l. 
and Bot. Soc. of Jefferson College, Washington, Miss., 
for his patriotic, sound and sensible Address before 
that society. 
The letters of Judge Beatty and Dr. Keever, will 
appear in next number. 
LADIES’ DEPARTMENT. 
For the American Agriculturist. 
Autumnal Reflections. 
Nothing more insensibly saddens and affects the 
heart, than the first impression made on us by the j 
gradual approach of the fall of the year. A tinge of 
melancholy is abroad over the landscape, lately so 
fresh and verdant. We are taken by surprise, so im¬ 
perceptible is the fading of the leaf, the increasing 
stillness, which has succeeded to the merry hum of in¬ 
sects, and the music of birds ; the solemn grandeur of 
the yet unmolested forests; the clear, cold, unclouded 
Heavens ; the universal repose of nature, as of a weary 
man, who has run a race; that “ sere and yellow leaf” 
n which we’ve trampled; and here, another, ah, ’tis 
an emblem of our own fading life. Indeed, the whole 
outward World, like the expiring mortal, who, but yes¬ 
terday, stepped proudly, with lifted brow, and bounding 
pulse, has felt the cold chill of decay, and tells us but 
too impressively, the <{ very pulse of life will soon 
stand still.” If inspired by the strong emotions which 
the season awakens, we leave entirely the haunts of 
men, solitude only imprints more deeply her thousand 
lessons. Vegetation, from the crisped herbage to the 
brilliant and mottled dyes of the trees above us; the 
little rivulet, which bears on its lately unspotted bo¬ 
som the fallen leaves of the o’erhanging shrubs; the 
heavy mists of morning, beautiful in dispersing, but 
sad encroachers on the long, bright summer’s dawn 
the splendid hues of the last of the floral race, lifting 
their gorgeous heads amidst surrounding decay : all of 
these, which are but some of the lineaments of the dy¬ 
ing year, are striking monitors of the flight of time,, 
and forewarn us of the wintry shroud, which must 
soon envelope all. But Christian! turn thine eye 
away; the brighter spring shall surely dawn again, to 
thy better hopes, an emblem of that resurrection morn, 
which shall usher in the unfading spring-time of a glo¬ 
rious immortality, by the tree of life which never 
withers, “ whose leaves are for the healing of the na¬ 
tions,” and by the crystal waters of that river, which 
flows on forever, through the <e green pastures of the 
Paradise of God.” Thus, when our youth’s fair dawn, 
has fallen half unnoticed, into the deeper flush of life’s- 
troubled autumn, may we anticipate an end as peace¬ 
ful, and a destiny as desirable. But there are other 
aspects in which this season presents itself, less 
fraught, ’tis true, with gloom to the melancholy, or 
with lessons of wisdom to the serious, but to the eye of 
philanthropy, sober autumn is always radiant in the 
rich and golden beauty of future promise j and the ag¬ 
riculturist gladly beholds the result of his toils, so long 
protracted in the summer’s heat. A grateful joy fills 
his soul, that he has not spent his strength in vain. 
The prospect of future abundance, from his well- 
stocked granary, to the inmates of his little home, has 
hitherto cheered him on, making hardship light to him; 
and many a happy scene has his fond faney pictured, 
during the long, tedious day of toil, of the merry faces 
that will surround his festive board and his bright 
hearthstone, the coming winter. We shall look in 
vain, in the proud domains of ease and opulence, for 
lighter hearts than we may find in harvest-season, in 
field and meadow, under the plain garb and sun-burnt 
exterior of the farming population. The orchards are 
now drooping under their rich burdens, and the fields 
are covered with ripened grain, where not already cut, 
ready to be gathered in. At every turn we meet the 
well-filled carts of various grain and fruit, perfuming 
the air with its luxurious odor. Ceres, Pomona and 
Flora too, unite to praise the dying year. Our hedge- 
sides and woodland scenes are again brilliant with the 
floral beauty, of late, in some measure withheld. The 
gorgeous sun-flower, (Helianthus,) the yellow fox¬ 
glove, (Gerardia,) and the golden rod (Solidago, Cana¬ 
densis,) impart a glowing tinge to the whole landscape, 
j and contribute their charms to the rude, wild banks 
which border the little creeks and quiet streams so 
cheerfully fringed with the snowy blossoms of the ar¬ 
row-head, (Sagittaria)—and more brilliantly beautiful, 
the cardinal flower, (Lobelia,) still displays her scarlet 
blossoms in the marshy intervals—neither should we 
forget the thoroughwort, (Eupatorium,) which never 
fails to shew itself at this season : an humble plant, 
lightly esteemed, perhaps, by the more scientific song 
of Esculapius, but yet worthy of notice, being consid¬ 
ered invaluable in the domestic medicine of our mater- 
