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prize at the National Show at Springfield, 
last fall ; will weigh, in condition, 1,800 lbs., 
and measures 2 feet 5 inches across the hips; 
and, take her all in all, is one of the most 
stylish cows I ever saw. Mr. C. has about 
eighty thoroughbred Short Horns, old and 
young; not all equal to the two mentioned, 
but very many would be gems in any herd. 
Here I saw the celebrated bull Diamond, for 
whom Mr. Clay, Capt. Duncan and G. M. 
Bedford paid $6,001. Unfortunately for his 
owners, he has never begotten a calf. He 
is now running in pasture, has been out all 
winter and is much reduced in flesh, but is a 
grand looking bull even in his poverty. The 
present stock bull of this herd is Locomotive, 
3 years old, in color light roan, imported in 
1854 ; of fine size ; somewhat coarse about 
the head and horns ; otherwise a fine bull— 
particularly good in his loin, flank and hind- 
quarter generally. I thought him very fat, 
but Mr. Clay considers him in only good 
working order. Tied up in a stable, as with 
us in New-York, Locomotive would be use¬ 
less, but running as he was in a lot of four 
or five acres, with water, shade, and a stable 
for stormy weather, he gets plenty of exer¬ 
cise and is without doubt useful even in his 
high condition. This is the common prac¬ 
tice with the Kentucky breeders, allowing 
their stock bulls to run to grass or in their 
stables as they choose. It is the true way 
to keep them healthy and serviceable. Of 
course the fences are strong; the stable is 
built of squared timber, about 14 feet each 
way, and stout enough to hold an elephant. 
In the same lot with Locomotive, I saw a 
couple of tame deer, so tame as to come and 
lick our hands. 
In his stables I saw a horse, an excellent 
specimen of the Cleveland Bay breed, im¬ 
ported last season. Three thoroughbred 
steers were especial objects of attraction, 
blood and breeding telling more strongly in 
them than in breeding animals. 
Kentucky has long been celebrated for its 
fine stock of all kinds—not least for jacks 
and mules. Mr. Clay showed me two jacks, 
which were far ahead of anything in that 
line I ever expect to see again. One, not 
yet three years old, measuring sixteen and 
a half hands high ; the other, nearly two 
years old, fifteen and a half hands. This 
result is attained only by long and careful 
breeding. You must see such jacks to get 
a full idea of their enormous size. 
Many other matters of interest on this 
estate I might enlarge upon, but will forbear. 
A Noble State.— Comparing the figures 
already made by the Census Marshals with 
those of 1850, the Albany Argus estimates 
the population of the State of New-York at 
four millions. The population of the city of 
New-York is estimated at 700,000—which 
we think rather below the mark. Energy, 
enterprise, industry and intelligence, joined 
with favorable geographical position, have 
pushed this State in advance of all her sister 
Commonwealths. 
No man knows when he goes to law or 
gets into a cab, what he will have to pay on 
getting out of it. 
“A little humor now and then, 
Is relished by the best of men.” 
A SPINNING-WHEEL SONG. 
Air— “ The Little House under the Hill.” 
I. 
Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning ; 
Close by the window young Eileen is spinning , 
Bent o’er the fire her blind grandmother, sitting, 
Is croaning, and moaning, and drowsily knitting— 
“ Eileen, achora, I hear some one tapping.” 
“ ’Tis the ivy, dear mother, against the glass flapping.” 
“ Eileen, I surely hear somebody sighing.” ling.” 
“’Tis the sound, mother dear, of the summer wind dy- 
Merrily, cheerily, noisily whirring, [ring ; 
Swings the wheel, spins the reel, while the foot’s stir- 
Sprightly, and lightly, and airily ringing, 
Thrills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing. 
II. 
“ What’s that noise that I hear at the window, I wonder ?” 
“ ’Tis the little birds chirping the holly-bush under.” 
“What makes you be shoving and moving your stool on, 
And singing all wrong that old song of ‘ The Coolun ’ 1” 
There’s a form at the casement—the form of her true 
love— 
And he whispers, with face bent, “ I’m waiting for you, 
love ; 
Get up on the stool, through the lattice step lightly, 
We’ll rove in the grove while the moon’s shining brightly.” 
Merrily, cheerily, noisily whirring, 
Swings the wheel, spins the reel! while the fool's 
stirring; 
Sprightly, and lightly, and airily ringing, 
Thrills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing. 
III. 
The maid shakes her head, on her lip lays her fingers, 
Steals up from the seat—longs to go, and yet lingers; 
A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother, 
Puts one foot on the stool, spins the wheel with the other. 
Lazily, easily, swings now the wheel round ; 
Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel’s sound ; 
Noiseless and light to the lattice above her 
The maid steps—then leaps to the arms of her lover. 
Slower—and slower—and slower the wheel swings ; 
Lower—and lower—and lower the reel rings ; 
Ere the reel and the wheel stoppod their ringing and 
moving, 
Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are 
roving. Dublin University Mag.^ 
HUMAN NATURE. 
The following is an old story, but illus¬ 
trates so well one of the peculiarities of this 
fast age, that we publish it: An old lady in 
Cincinnati had a large quantity of bacon to 
ship to New-Orleans, where she was going 
herself to buy supplies. She stipulated with 
the captain of a steamer that he should have 
her freight, providing he would not race du¬ 
ring the trip. The captain consented and the 
old lady came aboard. After the second day 
out, another steamer was seen close astern, 
(with which the captain had been racing all 
the time,) and would every now and then 
come up to the old lady’s boat, and then fall 
back again. The highest state of excite¬ 
ment prevailed among the passengers, as the 
two boats continued for nearly a day almost 
side by side. At last the old lady, partaking 
of the excitement, said, “ Captain, you ain’t 
going to let that thar old boat pass us are 
you 1” “ Why, I shall have to, madam, as I 
agreed not to race.” “ Well, you can just 
try it a little, that won’t hurt.” “ But, mad¬ 
am, to tell you the truth, I did.” “ Gracious! 
but do try a little more—see, the old boat is 
almost even with us,” and a loud cheer arose 
from the passengers on the other boat. “ I 
can’t raise any more steam, madam, as all 
the tar and pine knots are burnt up.” “ Good 
gracious, what shall we do ! see, the old 
boat is passing us. Is there nothing else on 
board that will make steam 1” “ Nothing, 
madam—eh, eh, (as if a new idea had struck 
him,) except your bacon.” “ Throw in the 
bacon," shrieked the old lady, “throw in the 
bacon, captain, and beat the old boat.” 
MODERN DICTIONARY. 
Author—A dealer in words, who gets paid 
in his own coin. 
Bargain—A very ludicrous transaction, in 
which each party thinks he has cheated the 
other. 
Belle—A beautiful but useless insect with¬ 
out wings, whose colors fade on being re¬ 
moved from the sunshine. 
Critic—A large dog, that goes unchained, 
and barks at everything he does not com¬ 
prehend. 
Distant Relation—People who imagine they 
have a claim to rob you if you are rich, and 
to insult you if you arc poor. 
Doctor—A man who kills you to-day to 
save you from dying to-morrow. 
Editor—A poor fellow, who every day is 
emptying his brain in order that he may fill 
his stomach. 
Fear—The shadow of hope. 
Friend—A person who will not assist you 
because he knows your love will excuse 
him. 
Grave—An ugly hole in the ground, which 
lovers and poets wish they were in, but take 
uncommon pains to keep out of. 
Heart—A rare article sometimes found in 
human beings. It is soon, however, de¬ 
stroyed by commerce with the world, or else 
becomes fatal to its possessor. 
Honor—Shooting a friend whom you love 
through the head, in order to gain the praise 
of a few others whom you despise. 
Housewifery—An ancient art, said to have 
been fashionable among girls and wives ; 
now entirely out of use, or practiced only by 
the lower orders. 
Lawyer—A learned gentleman, who res¬ 
cues your estate from your enemy and keeps 
it himself. 
Modesty—A beautiful flower that flourish¬ 
es only in secret places. 
My Dear—An expression said to be used 
by man and wife at the commencement of a 
quarrel. 
Policeman—A man employed by the corpo¬ 
ration to sleep in engine houses at three dol¬ 
lars per night. 
Political Honesty—Previous lexicograph¬ 
ers have not noticed this w’ord, treating it, 
we presume, altogether as fabulous—for de¬ 
finition see self-interest. 
Public Abuse—The mud with which eve¬ 
ry traveler is spattered on his road to dis¬ 
tinction. 
Rural Felicity—Potatoes, turnips and cab¬ 
bages. 
Sensibility—A quality by which its pos¬ 
sessor in attempting to promote the happi 
ness of other people loses his own. 
State’s Evidence—A wretch who is par¬ 
doned for being baser than his comrades. 
Tongue—A little horse which is contin¬ 
ually running away. 
Wealth—The most respectable quality of 
man. 
What Champagne is made of. —Some one 
has complained to Mayor Wood, of New- 
York, that he had a fine pair of patent leath¬ 
ers ruined by walking past the door of a 
champagne manufacturer. The favorite 
beverage is enlivened, it seems, by quantities 
of vitriol and marble dust, and the unfortun¬ 
ate gentleman stepped into some of the scat¬ 
terings of these first principles of good 
wine, and thereby lost his boots. He is de¬ 
cidedly of opinion that a substance which 
will eat up leather, must make sad havoc 
with the linings of live men. 
