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AMERICAN AGRICULTURIST. 
as any I ever tasted. The same round of 
treatment is given to my bed every year. 
Bread in Paris. —A very unusual step has 
been taken by the inspector of markets of Paris 
in order to increase artificially the supply of 
breadstuff’s. The 601 bakers of Paris are 
obliged to store, with the government, 61,390 
quintals of flour. This stock remains con¬ 
stantly on hand, as a guarantee and precaution 
against a sudden famine. Any baker who can¬ 
not supply his share of this amount loses his 
patent. The inspector has just informed the 
bakers, that, day after to-morrow, each may 
withdraw from the store-house one-third of his 
deposit, until the arrival in the market of this 
year’s flour, when he must make his withdrawal 
good. The available stock of this city is there¬ 
fore to be increased by 20,000 quintals. It is 
this period of junction with the crop of the 
succeeding year, that is one of the worst fea¬ 
tures of the crop of a short season. There is 
always a fortnight or so of interregnum, and 
the hiatus has to be filled by some such excep¬ 
tional measures as that just resorted to for Paris, 
by the market inspector.— Gorr. N. Y. Com. 
§ap’ Center. 
BOYS OUT AFTER NIGHTFALL, 
The following observations of “ a true friend 
of the Boys,” are so important, and the evil de¬ 
precated in them so common, that we desire to 
give this extract all the prominence of the edi¬ 
torial columns; and to impress them on the 
minds of parents and guardians with all the 
emphasis of editorial recommendation.— Port 
Hope Echo. 
I have been an observer, as I am a sympa¬ 
thizing lover of boys. I like to see them happy, 
cheerful, gleesome. Indeed, I can hardly un¬ 
derstand how a high-toned useful man can be 
the ripened fruit of a boy who has not enjoyed 
a full share of the glad privileges due to youth. 
But while I watch with a very jealous eye all 
rights and customs which entrench upon the 
proper rights of boys, I am equally apprehen¬ 
sive of parents who are not fore-thoughtful, 
and who have not habituated themselves to 
close observations upon this subject, permit 
their sons indulgences which are almost certain 
to result in their demoralization, if not in their 
total ruin ; and among the habits which I have 
observed as tending most surely to ruin, I know 
of none more prominent than that of parents 
permitting their sons to he out after nightfall. 
It is ruinous to their morals in all instances. 
They acquire, under the cover of night, an un¬ 
healthful state of mind; bad, vulgar, immoral 
and profane language, obscene practices, crimi¬ 
nal sentiments, a lawless and riotous bearing. 
Indeed it is in the street after nightfall that the 
boys principally acquire the education of the 
bad, and capacity for becoming rowdy, disso¬ 
lute, criminal men. Parents should in this 
particular, have a rigid and inflexible rule, 
that will not permit a son, under any circum¬ 
stances whatever, to go in the streets after 
nightfall with a view of engaging in out-of¬ 
door-sports, or meet other boys for social chance 
occupation. A right rule of this kind invaria¬ 
bly adhered to will soon deaden the desire for 
such dangerous practices. 
Boys should be taught to have pleasures 
around the family center-tahle , in reading, in 
conversation and in quiet amusements. Boys 
arc seen in the streets after nightfall, behaving 
in a manner entirely destructive of all good 
morals. Fathers and mothers keep your child¬ 
ren home at night, and see that you take pains 
to make your homes pleasant, attractive and 
profitable to them; and above all, with a 
view of their security from future destruction, 
let thorn not become, while forming their cha¬ 
racters for life, so accustomed to disregard 
the moral sense of shame as to openly violate 
the Sahhath day in street pastimes during its 
day or evening hours. 
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TWO KINDS OF RICHES. 
A little boy sat by his mother. He looked 
long at the fire and was silent. When the deep 
thought passed away, his eye grew bright as 
he spoke “ Mother I wish I was rich.” 
“ Why do you wish you were rich, my son?” 
The child said, “because every one praises the 
rich, every one inquires for them. The stranger 
at our table yesterday, asked who was the rich¬ 
est man in the village.” At school there is a boy 
who does not learn; he takes no pains to say his 
lessons well. Sometimes he speaks evil words. 
But the children don’t blame him, for they say 
he is a wealthy boy.” 
The mother thought the child in danger of 
believing wealth might take the place of good¬ 
ness, as an excuse for indolence, or cause them 
to be held in honor who led unworthy lives. — 
So she asked him, “ what is it to be rich?” 
He answered, “ I do not know. You tell me 
how to become rich that all may ask after me 
and praise me.” 
“ To become rich is to get money. For this 
you must wait until you become a man.” 
The boy looked sorrowful and said, “ is there 
not some other way of becoming rich that I may 
begin now?” 
She answered, “ The gain of money is not 
the only nor the true wealth. Fires may burn 
it, the floods drown it, the winds may sweep it 
away, and moth may eat it, rust waste it, and 
the robber may make it his prey. Men are 
worried with the toil of getting it, but they leave- 
it behind at last. They die and carry nothing 
away. The soul of the richest prince of the 
earth goeth forth, like that of the way-side beg- 
ger, without a garment. Those who possess 
them are always praised by men, but do they 
receive the praise of God?” 
“ Then,” said the boy, “ may I begin to gather 
this kind of riches, or must I wait till I am a 
man ?” 
The mother laid her hand upon his little head 
and said, “To-day if ye will hear his voice ; for 
He hath promised that those who shall seek 
early shall find.” 
And the child said, “ teach me how I may 
become rich before God.” 
Then she looked tenderly on him and said— 
“ Kneel down every night and morning, and 
ask that you may love the dear Saviour, and 
trust in him. Obey his word, and strive all the 
days of your life to be good to all. So, though 
you may be poor in the world, you shall be 
rich in faith, and an heir to the kingdom of 
Heaven.” 
THE ECHO. 
A little boy whose name was George, as yet 
knew nothing about the echo. On one occa¬ 
sion, when left alone in the meadow, he cried 
out loudly, “O! O!” when he was directly 
answered from the hill, close by, “O! O!” 
Surprised to hear a voice without seeing any 
person, he cried out loudly, “ Who are you ?” 
He then screamed out, “You are a silly fellow,” 
and “silly fellow” was answered from the hill. 
This only made George more angry, and he 
went on calling the person, whom he thought 
he heard, nicknames, which were all repeated 
exactly as he uttered them. He then went to 
look for the boy in order to strike him, but he 
could find no one. 
So he ran home and told his mother that an 
impudent fellow had hid himself behind the 
trees on the hill, and called him nicknames. 
Having explained to his mother what had taken 
place, she said to him: 
“ George, my boy, you have deceived your¬ 
self. You have heard nothing but the echo of 
your own words; if you had called out a civil 
word towards the hill a civil word would have 
been given back in return.” 
“ 0,” said George, “ I will go down to-mor¬ 
row and say good words and get good words 
from the echo.” 
“So it is,” said the mother, “in life, with 
boys and girls and men and women. A good 
word generally produces a good word, or as the 
wise man said, ‘a soft answer turneth away 
wrathif we smile on the world the world 
will smile on us; if we give frowns we shall 
have frowns in return. If we are uncivil or 
unkind towards others, we cannot expect any 
thing better of them in payment. 
Strap-look. 
RAISING FLOWERS. 
SOMETHING FOR GIRLS. 
Messrs. Editors: —Just fancy yourself in the 
garden at the Red-Cottage ; never mind for its 
whereabouts; it is enough for you to know that 
it has a local place; it is no shadowy figment of 
the imagination; but a real hona-fide bit of 
earth, where flowers and fruits grow as lovingly, 
and yield up their riches of beauty and sweets 
as luxuriantly as if no curse had ever sown the 
fair world with thorns to make men labor and 
toil, and prick the bare-feet of poor little child¬ 
ren. 
Imagine that the shade has gone back upon 
the dial-plate, and in place of breathing these 
sultry August airs, think that you feel upon 
your cheek the vigor-giving vernal breath of a 
cool May morning. 
The star-flowers and hyacinths are in full 
bloom, nodding and smiling in the soft breeze 
as they pour forth to each other the “ compli¬ 
ments of the season.” Look how lightly and 
how lovingly the warm earth lies about their 
roots? You could not wish it to rest more ten¬ 
derly above your breast, when you fold your 
arms thereon for your last slumber in the 
“earth-house built for thee before thou wert 
born.” 
Among all these borders sits and works, 
trowel in hand, my sister Carlotta, from morn¬ 
ing till dim twilight, on these fine spring days. 
She dearly loves her flower-children; she 
says they know her well, and nod to her, and 
smile and whisper all sorts of pleasant, cheerful 
things in the long summer hours she passes 
among them ; but, between ourselves, I look 
upon this, as only a pleasant fable; neverthe¬ 
less, she looks extremely picturesque in her 
deep sun-bonnet bending among the flower- 
cups. What a very becoming thing is a pink 
sun-bonnet? Did you ever think of it, sir? I 
dare say you never did; never saw one, per¬ 
haps ; city girls don’t wear them much; but I 
would advise them, as a disinterested friend, 
when they have exhausted all stereotyped 
modes of fascination, or when they wish, for the 
sake of novelty, to be piquant and natural , to 
to try the effect of a sun-bonnet. Dark eyes 
flash from beneath their shade with such rich 
bewitchingness, and blue ones shine out so gen¬ 
tle and melting, I assure you there is nothing 
like it! 
The air around me is so dreamy, so balmy, so 
soft, so soul-prevading, that I believe 1 should 
leave off inditing good matter to you, and fall 
dreaming myself, were it not for the chattering, 
hopping, fluttering, and conversation going on 
upon the low-roof of the portico beneath my 
window of a family of blue-birds just arrived 
from foreign travel; they are so overpoweringly 
important with the information they have 
picked up with their rice and wild berries, so 
full of fine explanatory gestures, “ nods, becks, 
and wreathed smiles,” that they are quite a 
a sight for serious contemplation. It is as if 
our own friends were just returned from some¬ 
where. 
The large fellow standing on the eave-trough, 
lifting his feet so high, as he addresses himself 
to one and another, that it seems a special in¬ 
terposition that he ever gets them down again, 
