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AMERICAN AGRICULTURIST. 
ago, my father, at Sutton, in Kent, fattened 
some pigs on inferior beans, that would not sell 
well at Dartford market; the consequence was, 
that the meat was so hard that it could not be 
relished as pork, and the pigs were a long while 
becoming fit for killing. Had potatoes, or any 
starchy. grain, as rice, &c., been mixed with 
this food, the result of the fattening would have 
been much more in favor of the owner. 
Thus do we see the propriety of combining 
the practice of farming with that of the scien¬ 
tific principles, as is now being done and ex¬ 
plained in “ Morton’s Cyclopedia of Agricul¬ 
ture,” published by Messrs. Blackie, Glasgow. 
I have been led into these remarks on the 
comparative value of vegetable and animal foods, 
in consequence of meeting with a travelling 
gentleman who condemned the use of animal 
food in toto , and all decoction or infusion of 
vegetable foods, himself drinking only plain 
water, as his primitive fathers might have done; 
yet this same gent would feast on the milk, the 
cheese, and the butter, which would build up 
the calf; he would feed luxuriantly on the albu¬ 
men which would build up the fowl, its bones, 
flesh, and feathers. In the egg must be con¬ 
tained all these bases, as the phosphate of lime 
is contained in the milk of a cow, which builds 
up the bone-frame of the calf. 
In these remarks, I hope to have shown the 
principles in a short and clear way how the ani¬ 
mal is built up and sustained. I would feel my¬ 
self obliged by aorrection from any correspond¬ 
ent to this jottfnal. who may consider me in 
error, and I would remark, with Dr. Playfair, 
that “ Blindfolded Ignorance gropes with hesi¬ 
tating steps through ‘ pastures newbut scien¬ 
tific Knowledge steps boldly forth, carrying 
along with her the lamp which will light her in 
the way of her inquiry.” It is the duty of prac¬ 
tical men to apply the lights that shine on their 
profession.— Farmer's Herald. 
AUTUMN FLOWERS. 
Those few pale autumn flowers, 
How beautiful they are ! 
Than all that went before, 
Than all the summer store, 
How lovelier far 1 
And why ? They are the last— 
The last! the last 1 the last! 
O ! by that little word 
How many thoughts are stirred— 
That sister of the past! 
Pale flowers ! Pale, perishing flowers! 
Ye’re types of precious things; 
Types of those bitter moments, 
That flit like life’s enjoyments, 
On rapid, rapid wings. 
Last hours with parting dear ones 
(That time the fastest spends,) 
Last tears in silence shed, 
Last words half-uttered, 
Last looks of dying friends. 
Who but would fain compress 
A life into a day, 
The last day spent with one 
Who, ere the morrow’s sun, 
Must leave us„and for aye? 
0, precious, precious moments!. 
Pale' flowers ! ye’re types of those; 
The saddest, sweetest, dearest 
Because, like those, the nearest, 
To an eternal close. 
Pale flowers ! Pale, perishing flowers 1 
I woo your gentle breath,— 
I leave the summer rose 
For younger, blither brows:— 
Tell me of change and death ! 
C. Southey. 
Prize for Riding. —At the recent County 
Fair at Ashland, Ohio, Miss Eliza Cull received 
the premium, for best horsemanship—that is, 
she was the best rider in the party. The prize 
was a beautiful side saddle, with a gold mounted 
whip. 
THE PEDLER’S BARGAIN. 
One day a tin pedler, with an assortment of 
nicknacks, arrived at a village in Maine, and 
called at one of the houses to sell his wares. 
After disposing of a few articles to the lady of 
the house, who seemed to live in the midst of 
children, she declared her utter inability to buy 
more for the want of money. 
“But, marm, ain’t you got any rags?” 
“ None to sell.” 
“ Well,” said he, “ you seem to have a plenty 
of children. Will you sell me one for tinware ?” 
“ What will you give?” 
“Ten dollars for one of them.” 
“In good tinware?” 
“Oh ! yms, marm, the best.” 
She then handed one of the urchins to the 
pedler, who, surprised that the offer was ac¬ 
cepted, yet convinced that the mother would 
not part with the boy, placed him in the cart, 
and supplied the woman with tins until the ten 
dollars was made up. 
The man felt certain that the mother would 
rather raise the money than part with the child, 
seated himself by the boy’s side, who was much 
pleased at the idea of having a ride. The pedler 
kept his eyes on the house, expecting to see the 
woman hasten to redeem the little one, and rode 
off at a slow pace. After proceeding some dis¬ 
tance, he began to repent of his bargain and 
turned back. 
The woman had just finished ornamenting 
her dresser with the tin, when the pedlar re¬ 
turned. 
“ Well, I think the boy is too small. I guess 
you had better take him back, and let me have 
the ware.” 
“ No, sir, the bargain was fair, and you shall 
keep him. You may go just as soon as you 
please,” 
Surprised at this, the pedler exclaimed: 
“Why, marm, how can you think of parting 
with your boy, so very young, to a stranger?” 
“ Oh, sir, we would like to sell off all our town 
paupers at the price of ten dollars per head.” 
The boy was dropped at the door, the whip 
cracked, the tin rattled, the pedler measured the 
ground rapidly, and he never forgot his pauper 
speculation.— New- Yorlc Reviellc. 
New Tax on Dogs. —By the new Assessed 
Taxes Act, lately passed, a new tax is to be 
levied on all dogs. From the 5th of April next, 
for every dog, of whatever description or deno¬ 
mination the. same may be, the annual duty is 
to be 12s. The duty is to be paid by a person 
keeping a dog, or having the same in his custody 
or possession, whether the same be his property 
or not, such person not discovering the owner 
thereof, who shall have been duly assessed for 
the same. No person is to be chargeable with 
duty to any greater amount than £39 12s. for 
any number of hounds, or £9 for any number 
of greyhounds kept by him in any one year. 
The only exemptions to the tax are, a dog be¬ 
longing- to her Majesty, or any of the Royal 
Family, or a dog or whelp which at the time" of 
returning the lists of dogs as required by the 
Act, shall not actually be of the age of six 
calendar months, or any dog hond fide and 
wholly kept and used in the care of sheep or 
cattle, or removing the same, provided that no 
such dog shall be a greyhound, hound, pointer, 
setting dog, spaniel, lurcher, or terrier. 
If every person in the United States could be 
taxed !j>b e ; caea dog he keeps, we should have 
none then but the really useful, and the country 
would save millions of dollars by it annually. 
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Fruit out of Season. —The editor of the 
Amherst Express has been regaling himself, 
within the last week, on very fine ripe raspber¬ 
ries, the second crop of the season, grown upon 
the bushes of Dexter Bartlett of Sunderland, 
ihe editor of the Keene Sentinel has been en¬ 
joying similar luxuries. 
THE LAW OF LOVE. 
AN ANECDOTE OF THE LATE WILL IASI LADD 
It was not mere good-nature, but the adop¬ 
tion of the peace principles, which made Wsi. 
Ladd thus gentle-hearted. A story which he 
often told with peculiar relish will illustrate 
this moulding of his character—the gradual 
progress of his mind in adopting the peace 
principles. ‘ I had,’ said he, ‘ a fine- field of 
grain, growing upon an out farm at some dis¬ 
tance from the homestead. Whenever I rode 
by, I saw my neighbor Pulsifer’s sheep in the 
lot, destroying my hopes of harvest. These 
sheep were of the gaunt, long-eared kind, active 
as spaniels ; they could spring over the highest 
fence, and no partition wall could keep them 
out. I complained to neighbor Pulsifer about 
them, sent him frequent messages, but all with¬ 
out avail. Perhaps they would be kept out for 
a day or two, but the legs of his sheep were 
long, and my grain rather more tempting than 
the adjoining pasture. I rode by again—the 
sheep were still there, I became angry, and 
told my men to set the dogs on them, and if 
that would not do, I would pay them if they 
would shoot the sheep. 
I rode away much agitated ; for I was not so 
much of a peace man then as I am now, and I 
felt literally full of fight. All at once a light 
flashed upon me. I asked myself, ‘would it 
not be well for you to try in your own conduct 
the peace principle you are preaching to others?’ 
I thought it all over, and settled in my mind as 
to the best course to be pursued. 
The next morning I rode over to see neighbor 
Pulsifer. I found him chopping wood at his 
door. 
‘ Good morning neighbor.’ No answer. 
‘ Good morning,’ I repeated. He gave a kind 
of grunt, like a hog, without looking- up. ‘ I 
came,’ continued I, ‘to see you about the 
sheep.’ At this he threw down the axe, and 
exclaimed in a most angry manner— 
‘ Now, aren’t you a pretty neighbor, to tell 
your men to kill my sheep ? I heard of it—a 
rich man like you to shoot a poor man’s sheep.’ 
‘ I was wrong, neighbor,’ said I; ‘ but it 
won’t do to let your sheep eat up all the grain ; 
so I came to say that I would take your sheep 
to my pasture, and put them in with mine, and 
in the fall you may take them back; and if any 
one is missing, you may take your pick out of 
my whole flock.’ 
‘ Pulsifer looked confounded — he did not 
know how to take me. At last he stammered 
out, ‘Now Squire, are you in earnest?’ ‘Cer¬ 
tainly I am,’ I answered; ‘ it is better for me to 
feed your sheep in my pasture on grass, than 
to feed them here on grain; and I see the fence 
cant keep them out.’ 
After a moment’s silence—‘ The sheep shan’t 
trouble you any more,’ exclaimed Pulsifer. ‘ I 
will fetter them all. But I’ll let you know that 
when a man talks of shooting, I can shoot too ; 
and when they are kind and neighborly, I can 
be kind too.’ The sheep never again trespassed 
on my lot. ‘ And my friends,’ he would con¬ 
tinue, addressing the audience, ‘ remember that 
when you talk of injuring your neighbors, they 
talk of injuring you; when nations threaten to 
fight, other nations will be ready too. Love 
will beget love; a wish to be at peace. You 
can only overcome evil with good. There is no 
other way.’— Rem. Review. 
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Mammoth Grape Vine.— Th q Salem Gazette 
speaks of a grape vine engrafted by Mr. John 
Choate, of Essex, some time in April or May 
last, but exhibited no very vigorous signs of 
life till July. Between the 4th of July and the 
20th of August, it grew eleven feet in height!— 
an average of two and four-fifths inches a day ! 
One of the leaves measured seventeen inches 
across. 
The Sugar Crop. —The New Orleans Picayune 
says the sugar crop of Louisiana will not be in¬ 
ferior, either in quantity or quality, to what it 
was in either of the last two years. Sugar plant¬ 
ers in various parts of the State have commenced 
grinding. 
