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pared and fed to stock is found to go further 
by from twenty-five to fifty per cent, than the 
same articles fed in the ordinary way with¬ 
out preparation. Such at least is the testi¬ 
mony of those who have paid most attention 
to the subject; and the fact, that they con¬ 
tinue to practice themselves, year after year, 
what they recommend to others, is a pretty 
good proof that they do really find it profita¬ 
ble. The mill above mentioned, which has 
a cob-cutter attached, is warranted to grind 
from eight to ten bushels of corn per hour, 
by horse power, and much more by steam. 
The importance of mixing the cut hay, 
straw, &c., with the meal, and of thoroughly 
pulverizing the latter for ruminating animals, 
is not only proved by experience, but is also 
made manifest by their physiological struc¬ 
ture. Grain fed to them alone passes on di¬ 
rectly to the third stomach, having been but 
slightly acted on by the gastric juice, and is 
often voided whole and unaltered, without 
any profit to the animal. Rough food, how¬ 
ever, remains in the first stomach of the ani¬ 
mal until it has been repeatedly raised and 
rechewed, and passes on slowly through the 
complicated organs of digestion and assimi¬ 
lation peculiar to this class of quadrupeds ; 
and when the grain is thoroughly comminu¬ 
ted and mixed with it, it follows the same 
road of course, and has a much better chance 
of being thoroughly digested. 
Piedmont (Va.) Whig. 
STANDARD FOR SAXONY SHEEP. 
Perfection should be the aim of all ; and 
as the Saxony sheep have been brought to 
the highest state of perfection, as producers 
of extra fine wool, it is my desire to make 
the description so plain that a young wool- 
grower, who observes these rules, in buying 
or selecting for breeding, will soon have a 
good flock. 
First conies the description of a pure 
blood Saxon buck. He should be of a me¬ 
dium size, (and I consider a medium-sized 
buck to be 3 feet 9 inches from the nose to 
the root of the tail,) around the body 3 feet 
2 ; around the flank 3 feet 6 ; from the breast 
2 feet 6 ; in height 2 feet 3 ; he should be a 
little longer than a Merino, and not quite so 
heavily built. The back almost straight 
broad over the kidneys : body round, the 
neck starting almost level with the tops of 
the shoulders ; tapering and becoming round 
towards the head. The head small and neat¬ 
ly set on ; no loose skin on the upper part of 
the neck, or very little ; the hoofs short and 
pointed ; his eye bright, pleasant counten¬ 
ance and tame; the skin smooth and heal¬ 
thy looking. When walking with his side 
to you, he should look finished and gay. He 
should look and feel woolly, not stiff or hard, 
but soft. The same rules should be observed 
in selecting ewes, only they are a size less. 
Then comes the description of his wool ; 
Fine wool on his forehead ; wool on his 
crown fine, short; downy looking wool on 
his cheeks ; the under part of the neck as 
fine as possible, and crimped. The wool on 
the body to be as even as possible all over, 
and should be crimped 24 to 28 crimps to the 
inch ; the crimps should run plain and evenly 
across the sample, and up to the top, resem¬ 
bling crape. It should be fine, soft, thick set 
or compact on the sheep; should be so that 
it will stand straight out, showing small 
strands or divisions on the surface of the 
fleece ; the belly well covered with fine wool; 
the hip wool soft and also crimped. The 
wool should be a clear white or cream color; 
moderately yolkey, and the surface of the 
fleece a little dark. There is a very good 
kind of wool, that is very fine and close, in 
which you cannot trace the crimps—you 
must decide by the smallness of fibre. The 
fleece when shorn, its felting properties 
should keep it united; when spread, re¬ 
sembling a spider’s web; it should be soft 
and easy rolled; The length of the wool 
after it is washed and shorn, is from H to 2 
inches. 
When a young wool grower goes to select, 
he should keep the above described sheep, 
or some other model sheep before his mind : 
it would help him to have precisely one- 
fourth of an inch marked on his thumb nail, 
to lay the sample on and count, and if the} 
count six or seven crimps in that space the} 
are very good. You should cut the samples 
with sissors, for pulling them injures the 
wool and sheep both. 
When the wool is well crimped, it is su¬ 
perb. Sheep that are soaked and washed 
under a waterfall until the wool is pure and 
clean, will average 2£ pounds per head—ii 
washed in the old way, they will average 3 
pounds. You can have your sheep exquis¬ 
itely fine, or fine and heavier fleeced, just 
as you select them to breed from. Then 
why not breed an American sheep equal to 
any in the world, or one that will suit our 
notions 1 
Remember, “ like begets like.” |Be careful 
to guard against the following faults: Coarse, 
hairy faces ; coarse hairs or uncrimped wool 
on the under part of the neck ; stringy on 
the top of the shoulders ; barreness of the 
belly; coarse hip wool, and coarse hair on 
the inside of the thighs; the skin pale oi 
covered with spots ; slab-sided, poor on rea¬ 
sonable keeping; sunk in the neck ; a little 
coarse ; low on the side. 
In conclusion, try to have your sheep with 
as many of the good marks as possible, and 
very few of the bad ones. Annually select, 
fatten and sell faulty sheep to the butcher. 
By so doing, you will have the profit and 
pleasure of having a fine and beautiful flock. 
Wool Grower. 
Awkward Situation for a Lady. —Mr. 
Joseph Gilbert, who had been attached to 
the astronomical service in Captain Cook’s 
expedition to observe the transit of Venus, 
and whose name was conferred by the great 
navigator on “ Gilbert’s Island,” resided at 
Gosport, where, according to the fashion ol 
the day, he, like the Count d’Artois, wore 
very tight leather breeches. He had ordered 
his tailor to attend him one morning, when 
bis granddaughter, who resided with him. 
had also ordered her shoemaker to wait 
upon her. The young lady was seated in 
the breakfast-room, when the maker ol 
leather breeches was shown in; and, as she 
did not happen to know one handicraftsman 
more than the other, she at once intimated 
that she wished him to measure her for a 
pair of “ leathers,” for, as she remarked, the 
wet weather was coming, and she felt cold 
in “ cloth.” The modest tailor could hardly 
believe his ears. “ Measure you, miss V ’ 
said he with hesitation. “ If you please,” 
said the young lady, who was remarkable 
for much gravity of the deportment; “ and 1 
have only to beg that you will give me plen¬ 
ty of room, for 1 am a great walker, and I do 
not like to wear anything that constrains 
me.” “ But miss,” exclaimed the poor fel¬ 
low, in great perplexity, “ I never in my life 
measured a lady. I -,” and there he 
paused. “ Are you notalady’s shoemaker ?” 
was the querry calmly put to him. “ By no 
means, miss,” said he, “I am a leather 
breeches maker, and I have come to take 
measure, not of you, but Mr. Gilbert.” The 
young lady became perplexed too, but she 
recovered her self-possession after a good 
common sense laugh, and sent the maker of 
breeches to her grandpapa. 
Remember that the Human Constitution is 
one that can not be amended by a two-third 
vote ! 
“A little humor now and then, 
Is relished by the best of men.” 
JOHN BROWN- 
OR, A PLAIN MAN’S PHILOSOPHY. 
From the forthcoming Second Series of “ English Songs 
and Melodiesthe Poetry by Charles Maekay : the 
musical aecompanyment by Sir H. R. Bishop. 
I’ve a crown I can spend, 
I’ve a wife and a friend, 
And a troop of little children at my knee, John Brown ; 
I’ve a cottage of mv own, 
With the ivy overgrown, 
And a garden with a view of the sea, John Brown. 
I can sit at my door, 
By my shady sycamore, 
Large of heart, though of very small estate, John Brown 
So come and drain a glass, 
In my arbor as you pass, 
And I’ll tell you what I love, and what I hate. John Brown 
I love the song of birds, 
And the children’s early words, 
And a loving woman’s voice, low and sweet. John Brown; 
And I hate a false pretense, 
And the want of common sense, 
And arrogance and fawning and deceit, John Brown. 
I love the meadow flowers, 
And the briar in the bowers, 
And I love an open face without guile, John Brown : 
And I hate a selfish knave, 
And a proud, contented slave, 
And a lout who’d rather borrow than toil, John Brown. 
I love a simple song 
That awakes emotions strong, [Brown ; 
And the word of hope that raises him who faints, John 
And I hate the constant whine 
Of the foolish who repine, 
And turn their good to evil by complaints, John Brown. 
But even when I hate, 
If I seek my garden gate, 
And survey the world around me and above, John Brown, 
The hatred flies my mind, 
And I sigh for human kind, 
And excuse the faults of those I cannot love, John Brown. 
So if you like my ways, 
And the comfort of my days, 
I can tell you how I live so unvexed, John Brown; 
I never scorn my health, 
Nor sell my soul for wealth, 
Nor destroy one day the pleasure of the next, John Brown. 
I’ve parted with my pride, 
And I take the sunny side, 
For I’ve found it worse than folly to be sad, John Brown ; 
I keep a conscience clear, 
I’ve a hundred pounds a year, 
And I manage to exist and to be glad, John Brown. 
“ We’ll all meet again in the Morning.” 
Such was the exclamation of a dying child, 
says the Newark Mercury, as the red rays of 
the sunset streamed on him through the 
casement. “ Good bye, papa, good bye ! 
Mamma has come forme to-night; don’t,cry, 
papa 1 we'll all meet again in the morning /” 
It was as if an angel had spoken to that 
father, and his heart grew lighter under its 
burden, for something assured him that his 
little one had gone to the bosom of Him who 
said, “ Suffer little children to come unto 
me, for of such is the kingdom of Heaven.” 
There is something cheerful and inspiring 
to all who are in trouble in this “ we’ll meet 
again in the morning.” It rouses up the 
fainting soul like a trumpet blast, and fright¬ 
ens away forever the dark shapes thronging 
the avenues of the outer life. Clouds may 
gather upon our paths—cares press their ven- 
omed lips against our cheeks—disappoint¬ 
ments gather around us like an ariiiy with 
banners, but all this cannot destroy the hope 
within us, if we have this motto upon our 
lips : “ All will be bright in the morning.” 
Manchester American 
