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plants within. If the beds are narrower, the 
front must be higher in proportion. The sides 
and ends are simply nailed to a strong post, 
four inches square, placed in each corner. For 
the sash to rest and slide upon, a strip six in¬ 
ches wide is placed upon the frame, the ends 
morticed or sunk in the sides of the frame, so as 
not to cause a projection. The sashes are made 
in the ordinary way, but without cross-bars; 
and in glazing, the lights are made to overlap 
an eighth or quarter of an inch, to exclude rain. 
Such a frame, costing but a mere trifle beyond 
the labor, will last for years, and furnish all the 
Cabbage, Tomato, Celery, Cauliflower, Pepper, 
Melon, and Cucumber plants needed, with a 
sprinkling of early Radishes, &c. Where so 
large a frame may not be wanted, an 'old win¬ 
dow may be used for sash, and all expense of 
glazing avoided. 
Hot-beds should occupy a dry situation, where 
they will not be affected by the lodgment of 
water during rains or thaws. They should be 
exposed to the east and south, and be protected 
by fences or buildings from the north and north¬ 
west. 
Where it is intended to merely grow plants for 
transplanting to the garden, they may be sunk 
in the ground to the depth of eighteen inches, 
and in such a case require not more than two 
feet of manure; but when forcing and perfecting 
vegetables is designed, a permanent heat must 
be kept up, and the bed must be made on the 
surface, so that fresh and warm manure may 
be added w T hen necessary. A depth of three 
to four feet of manure will in such cases be 
wanted. 
Manure for hot-beds requires some prepara¬ 
tion. It should be fresh stable manure, placed 
in a heap, and turned and mixed several times, 
promoting a regular fermentation. It is thus 
made to retain its heat a long time; other¬ 
wise it would burn and dry up, and become 
useless. 
The mold should be laid on as soon as the 
bed is settled, and has a lively regular-tempered 
heat. Lay the earth evenly over the dung 
about six inches deep. Radishes and Lettuce 
require about a foot of earth. After it has lain 
a few days it will be fit to receive the seed, un¬ 
less the mold has turned to a whitish color, or 
has a rank smell, in which case add some fresh 
earth for the hills, at the same time holes should 
be made by running down stakes, to give the 
steam an opportunity to escape.— Horticultu¬ 
rist. 
Fruits in Oregon. —Fruit growing is attract¬ 
ing a lively interest throughout Oregon. The 
farmers are generally planting out large orchards 
of the choicest kinds of fruit. We have most 
of the leading varieties cultivated in the North¬ 
ern States. In the summer of 1847 Messrs. 
Lewellen & Meek, from Iowa, brought across 
the plains most of the leading varieties of fruits 
cultivated in the West, and now have a large 
nursery and orchard of bearing trees at Mil- 
waukie, eight mile below this place. Some of 
their Pears sold at a dollar each; Apples at 
twenty-five cents, and some, I believe fifty cents. 
I brought from New-York in the fall of 1850 
some twenty-three hundred fruit trees, embrac¬ 
ing most of the leading varieties cultivated there. 
These were, I believe, the first trees ever brought 
to this coast by the Isthmus that lived. Fruit 
trees make an astonishing growth here, and bear 
early, and the fairest fruit that I ever beheld. 
Some fifteen different kinds have borne fruit this 
year, on small trees only one year from the 
bud. 
Our climate seems peculiarly favorable to the 
growth of trees. I have not seen ice thicker 
than window glass this year. We have had 
only three hard frosts; just enough to stop the 
growth of trees. All kinds of hardy grass is 
yet growing finely, so that the loose stock are 
fat without being fed.—J. W. L., in Hort. 
Oregon City, Dee. 10. 
Conversation enriches the understanding, 
but solitude is the school of genius,— Gibbon. 
For the American Agriculturist. 
A HORSE FOUND. 
The following jeux d’esprit was handed us by a 
young friend just out of school. It was written’ im¬ 
promptu, on reading the Deutsche Advertisement in 
rhyme of “A Horse Lost,” which appeared in No. 
18, page 278, of the Agriculturist: 
I found a horse that is not lame, 
The horse you lo9t must be the same; 
His ears are short, his tail is too, 
He has no teeth with which to chew. 
This poor old beast don’t look so shy; 
The horse I fouud has not one eye; 
He stoops before, he slants behind, 
And has a rope around him twined ; 
His joints are almost out of use, 
And this all comes of great abuse. 
He has no oats, and can’t eat hay ; 
We feed him slops three times a day. 
His limbs are long and lanky too, 
And every foot has lost a shoe. 
His nose is Roman, as you knows; 
This article he never blows ! 
His gait is balky, and his trot 
U pon the road, I tell you what 
He makes the dust fly here and there, 
And all the people stand and stare 1 
Now this old horse—don’t be surprised— 
Must be the horse you advertised. 
You’ll find the beast whene’er you call 
At Catharine Market, under the stall. 
The owner will have a few items to pay ; 
And now in conclusion I would merely say, 
Plank down your money and take him away. 
THE LORD’S PRAYER.—A CURIOUS POEM. 
The following is a curious piece of poetry. The 
initial letters spell, “ My boast is in the glorious, 
cross of Christ.” Read the words in small capitals 
downwards with those on the left and upwards with 
those on the right, and you have the Lord’s Prayer : 
Make known thy Gospel truths, our heavenly IviDg; 
Yield us thy grace, dear Father, from above ; 
Bless us with heart which feelingly can sing 
Our life thou art for ever, God of love. 
Assuage our griefs in love for Christ, we pray, 
Since the bright Prince of heaven and glory died, 
Took all our shame and hallowed the display, 
In first be iDg man, and then being crucified. 
Stupendous God ! thy grace and power make known, 
In Jesus’ name let all TUE*world rejoice ; 
New labors in thy heavenly kingdom own, 
That blessed kingdom, for thy saints the choice. 
How vile to come to thee, is all our cry, 
Enemies to thy self and all that’s thine; 
Graceless our will, our lives for vanity 
Loathing thy truths be ing evil in design. 
O God, thy will be done from earth to heaven: 
Reclining on thy Gospel let us live ; 
In earth from sins deliver ed and forgiven, 
Oh, as thyself, but teach us to forgive, 
Unless it’s power temptation doth destroy, 
Sure is our fall into the depths of woe ; 
Carnal in mind, we’ve not a.glimpse of joy ; 
Raised against heaven in us no hope can flow ; 
O give us grace and lead us on the way; 
Shine on us with thy love and give us peace ; 
Self and this sin which rise against us slay; 
Oh! grant each day our trespass es may cease. 
Forgive our evil deeds that oft we do, 
Convince us daily of them to our shame; 
Help us with heavenly bread ; forgive us to 
Recurrent lusts ; and we adore thy name, 
In thy forgive ness we as saints can die, 
Since, for us and our trespasses so high, 
Thy Son, our Saviour bled on Calvery. 
REMINISCENCES OF A FARMER’S DAUGHTER. 
BY MINNIE MYRTLE. 
“Any thing but being a farmer, any thing 
but being a farmer’s wife, any thing but being 
a farmer’s son or a farmer’s daughter.” How 
many times I have heard this as I have jour¬ 
neyed “ to and fro in the land,” from the lips of 
those whose fathers, or husbands, or brothers 
belonged to what they term the “ genteel pro¬ 
fessions.” And why ? Why is it that they look 
upon the life of an agriculturist as so undesira¬ 
ble, so repulsive, and oftentimes as so degrading. 
One says, “Farmers are so coarse and rude—so 
destitute of refinement.” Another, that “they 
are so uneducated, so wanting in intelligence 
and cultivation.” And still another, that they 
live so “ outlandishly,” and pay so little atten¬ 
tion to the courtesies, or even the decencies of 
life.” 
Now there are hundreds and thousands who 
will be filled with indignation that such things 
should be said of a class in which, all who know 
them well, will confess that there may be found 
as much true refinement and as many noble 
characteristics as in any. other, in city or coun¬ 
try, in our own or in any other nation on the 
globe. 
In the countries of Europe, the land-holders 
were, and are still, the “ gentry;” and I have often 
wondered how it came to pass that their de¬ 
scendants on this side of the great water, should 
have become so changed in their estimate of 
what was manly and noble in a profession or 
employment. 
In my childhood there lived in “ our neigh¬ 
borhood” an English lady, whom misfortune 
had reduced to poverty and self-dependence; 
and very well do I remember the contempt with 
which she looked upon mechanics and all who 
earned their livelihood by any handicraft, while 
a farmer, though cultivating but a little patch of 
land, was in her eyes one of the nobility—a lord. 
That he was not in some respects so polished as 
men of other professions, did not seem at all to 
affect her opinion of his respectability; “ he is a 
land-holder,” she would say, and in her eyes 
land-holders were “ peers of the realm.” 
Perhaps this may be given as one of the 
proofs of the influence of early impressions. I 
was a farmer’s daughter, but (now I blush to 
confess it) it is true that I often wished I were 
not, for I was often taunted with it by the law¬ 
yer’s daughter, and the merchant’s daughter, 
and the tailor’s daughter too. I wore liDsey- 
woolsey frocks which were spun in the little at- 
tick, and woven there, too ; and my aprons were 
“ home-made” blue and white checks; and my 
stockings I knit myself. I had a little round 
dumpy form too, and my cheeks were red—red¬ 
der than roses, and my shoes were—yes, to 
make a full confession, they were calf-skin, and 
laced up with “ strings of the same.” My cloak 
was genuine woolen — how well I remember 
thinking, the first time I put it on, that it was 
pretty, prettier than most of the girls wore. It 
was plaided red and black, lined with red flan¬ 
nel—how very warm it was! But the lawyer’s 
