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life. He was not in the line of duty marked out 
for him by destiny. That became his settled 
conviction : during a periad of a Shorte time i 
felt inclined to warne siners to flea from the 
rath : tailerin’ was a good Traid in its way, but 
i fownd i could n’t fite the Battels of sin and re¬ 
main at that Bisness. The business was accord¬ 
ingly abandoned, and with a view to qualify 
himself for loftier enterprise: i got sum bookes 
and went to the studdy of morril filosiphia & 
Cruden’s concordins. 
Observe filosi phia. There are those who 
would prescribe a different orthography; but 
the Qoctor has learned a lesson in filidelfy which 
protects him from being led astray by false di¬ 
rection. Necessity compelled a suspension of 
his studies, and he entered the bute & shew- 
mending line, which presently, in consequens of 
a cut i got wun mornin’ when i got up to pre¬ 
pear my brecfast i persisted from loiterin' of trade 
of which i tuk up the esans bisness, seling esansis 
of all kindes, mostly sinamont, which was most 
in demand, also medasin and fig-sav for burns 
and blisters.— Knickerbocker. 
THE VOICE OF AUTUMN. 
Thou lonely man of grief and pain, 
By lawless power oppressed, 
Burst from thy prison—rend thy chain— 
I come to make thee blest; 
I have no springtide buds and flowers, 
I have no summer bees and bowers; 
But, oh, I have some pleasent hours, 
To soothe thy soul to rest. 
Plenty o’er all the quiet land 
Her varied vesture weaves, 
And flings her gifts, with liberal hand, 
To glad the heart that grieves; 
Along the southern mountain steeps, 
The vine its purple nectar weeps, 
While the bold peasant proudly reaps 
The wealth of golden sheaves. 
Forth, with the earliest march of morn, 
He bounds wl***- fi-pp • 
He plucks the fruit—he binds the corn, 
Till night steals o’er the lea; 
Beneath the broad, ascending moon, 
He carries home the welcome boon, 
And sings some old remembered tune 
With loud and careless glee. 
Then come before my reign is passed, 
Ere darker hours prevail— 
Before the forest leaves are cast, 
And wildly strew the gale; 
There’s splendor in the day-spring yet— 
There’s glory when the sun is set— 
There’s beauty when the stars are met 
Around heaven’s pilgrim pale. 
The lark at length hath left the skies, 
The throstle sings alone ; 
And far the vagrant cuckoo flies, 
To seek a kinder zone; 
But other music still is here, 
Though fields are bare and woods are sere— 
Where the lone robin warbles clear 
His soft and plaintive note. 
While heaven is blue, and earth is green. 
Come at my earliest call, 
Ere winter sadden all the scene 
Beneath his snowy pall; 
The fitful wailing of the woods— 
The solemn roar of deepening floods, 
Sent forth from nature’s solitudes, 
Proclaim my coming fall. 
Splendid Poetry. —E. N. Pepper, Esq., is 
quite a favorite; but he has a formidable rival 
near this place. His last Pome was delivered 
before a literary society, on The Downfall of 
Hungary, and this was the chorus thereof:— 
Hungaree 
Shall be free, 
And so shall be we; 
And all shall sit under the Liberty-tree! 
It was a thrilling production, and, in point of 
pathos, equal to the “Berd on the Pens.”— 
Knickerbocker. 
Spies’ Diriment 
PRESERVATION OF EGGS FOR WINTER USE. 
It should be borne in mind that eggs are mainly 
composed of albumen, mixed with a minute 
quantity of the salts of sulphur, phosphorus, 
lime, and magnesia. The shell consists mostly 
of linao. Of the whole weight, the shell consti¬ 
tutes about one-tenth, the white six-tenths, and 
the yolk three-tenths. For animal substances 
are so putrescent as eggs, unless preserved with 
care. The shell, composed as it is mostly of 
lime, glued together with a trifle of animal mat¬ 
ter, is its most natural and safe depository. Yet 
even the shell yields gradually to the action of 
the atmosphere, so that a part of the watery 
fluid of the egg escape, and air occupies its 
place, thus injuring the quality of it. The great 
secret, then, of preserving eggs is to keep the 
interior in an unaltered state. This is best done 
by lime-water, in which a little common salt is 
infused. This constitutes a fluid perfectly in- 
destmctable by air, and one that is so allied to 
the nature of the shell as not to be absorbed by 
it, or through it into the interior of the egg. On 
the other hand, salt or lime, in a dry state, will 
act on the moisture of the egg, as will strong 
ashes. This plan, also, will save more eggs in 
a given space than any other. It will also ad¬ 
mit of keeping them in cellars ever so damp, 
and, I had almost said, ever so foul, since nothing 
will be likely to act on the lime-water. As eggs 
are very nearly of the specific gravity of water, 
and so near with it, I have little doubt that eggs 
barrelled up tightly, in lime-water, could be 
transported as safely as pork. 
Lime-water may be made in the most careless 
manner. Seven hundred pounds of water will 
lime, therefore, thrown into a barrel of water, is 
enough, while ten times as much can do no hurt, 
and will not alter the strength of it. The salt, 
which I do not deem very important, should be 
put in in a small quantity, say a quart to a bar¬ 
rel. All are aware that a very large quantity of 
salt may be dissolved in water. Brine, strong 
enough for pork, would undoubtedly hurt eggs. 
Having made your lime-water, in barrels if you 
are a merchant, and in stone-pots if you are a 
small householder, drop your eggs on the top of 
the water, when they will settle down safely. 
It is probably important that no bad eggs go in, 
as it is supposed by some that they would injure 
others. To test your eggs put them in clean 
water, rejecting all that rise. A better remedy 
is to look at them through a tube—say a roll of 
paper—by daylight, or hold them between your 
eye and a good candle by night. If the eggs are 
fresh, they will, in either case, look transparent. 
If they are little injured, they will look darkish. 
If much injured, they will look entirely dark. 
Eggs, well put up and kept in this manner, will 
keep, I cannot tell how long, but until they are 
much more plenty and cheap than at present, 
quite long enough. Leached ashes well dried, 
and even grain, have kept eggs very well, in my 
experience; but no method is so cheap and ob¬ 
vious as the lime-water. As lime absorbs car¬ 
bonic acid slowly, and thus becomes insoluble, 
so almost any lime, even though it has been 
j slacked for months, will answer the purpose. 
Lime-water permitted to stand still, will imme¬ 
diately be covered with a transparent film. 
This is the lime of the water uniting with the 
carbonic acid of the atmosphere, and returning 
to the state of limestone, and does not hurt the 
How to Choose a Domestic. —Housekeeping 
is not so full of sunshine and rose-colored bliss 
as many imagine. It is hardly possible toget 
along without cooks, scullions, and chamber¬ 
maids ; and what with their waste, wittles, and 
impudence, says Aunt Sali.y, they are plaguy 
drawbacks on domestic peace and comforts. 
Old Peppergrass was the “ customer” for dis¬ 
criminating between the useful and the careless. 
Peppergrass sent word to the Register-office 
that he wanted a good girl for general house¬ 
work. About the time he expected an appli¬ 
cant, he laid a broom down in the yard, near 
the gate. Presently a girl comes up to the gate, 
opens it, and strolls up to the house; the broom 
being immediately in the path, Miss Betsy 
strides over it. The old man was on the watch, 
and the first salute the girl got was, “ I don’t 
want you." The girl eloped, and suddenly 
bullet-headed Nancy appears. Seeing the broom 
in her way, she gives it a kick, and waddles up 
to the house. “ You won’t suit me, that’s cer¬ 
tain, Miss Mofsy!” bawls Peppergrass. She 
disappeared in a hurry ; and finally a third ap¬ 
pears, opening the gate, and coming into the 
yard, she carefully closes the gate behind her, 
and walks up—the broom is still in the path ; 
this she picks up, and carries along to the 
house, where she deposits it alongside the 
wood-shed. Before the girl could explain her 
business there, Peppergrass bawls out, “Yes, 
yes, come in, you'll suit me.” And she did; 
for that girl lived with Peppergrass seven years, 
and only quitted it to go to house-keeping on 
her own hook; and a capital wife she made. 
Peppergrass was right.— American paper. 
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Indiana Politicians. —The politicians occa¬ 
sionally say a good thing. I fear stump-oratory, 
at its best estate, is altogether vanity; an im¬ 
measurable waste—“stale, flat, and unprofita¬ 
ble.” The stray sun-beam of wit or humer is 
all the more attractive in so melancholy a desert. 
I have often thought of a shot from Tom Wal¬ 
pole’s bow, that transfixed Abe Hammond. Both 
were candidates for the Senate State. Walpole, 
an old stager, cunning as a fox, a good speaker, 
and thoroughly acquainted with the people; 
Hammond, a man of talents, but a novice in the 
field. After a period spent in the ordinary pro¬ 
cess of electioneering, a meeting was held at the 
county-town, where all the candidates were to 
9 iUne 3 - r ». 0 Aidjmalce J sneechos l Hammond had sa- 
and in his turn to speak, told the sovereign 
public that he had been a candidate nine days, 
and having convinced himself that all efforts to 
succeed must prove abortive, he had determined 
to retire from the canvass ; and accordingly, to 
use our western phrase, he flummuxed. The 
temptation to Walpole was irresistible: Yes, 
fellow-citizens, said he, you all know it takes a 
puppy just nine days to get his eyes open ! 
Tom Marshall did nearly as well when Pil¬ 
cher was haranguing - about his father having 
been a poor man, his father was a cooper, and 
more of that sort of thing. Marshall said he 
would admit the gentleman’s father was a poor 
man; perhaps he had been a cooper, but if he 
was, (pointing to Pilcher,) he had put a mighty 
poor head to one of his whiskey-barrels !— 
Knickerbocker. 
Old John Baldwin, as he was familiarly 
called, one of the queerest fish found in any sea, 
was famous as a counsellor in courts of Justises 
of Peas; in other words, a pettifogger in one oi 
the south-western counties of this State. He 
was a shrewd observer, and knew the calibre 
and metal of their ‘Honors of the Quorum to a 
T. When he found his case hopeless, or the 
scales of justice inclining to his .adversary, he 
would sometimes come down on the worthy 
Shallow with such a torrent of invective as 
would almost annihilate him, and furnish a rich 
treat for the crowd. One, more learned than 
usual, threatened that if he continued to abuse 
the court, he should commit him. He boldly 
defied the dispenser of the statutes, and avowed 
that he did not know enough to write a mittimus. 
The magistrate proceeded at once with the la¬ 
borious task of copying from Edwards’ Treatise 
the terrible instrument, and Baldwin continued 
pouring out the vials of his wrath upon the 
> leather-headed dignitary. As the threatening - 
.1 document tvas about, being completed v ith those 
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