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JULY 24 
THE BUBAL NEW-YORKER. 
lairing fur tjjr |oitng. 
TO A BREEZE. 
FRANKIE M, BROOKS. 
Cooling breeze, 
Fau my brow; 
Kiss tbe quivering forest trees, 
Dance upon tbe brooklet. Please 
Tell me bow— 
O’er tlie beauteous summer land. 
And tbe restless summer sea, 
And the yellow, yellow sand 
Of tbe ocean’s golden Htrand— 
You have come. 
Tell me where 
You are from. 
In the sunny land of Spain 
Did you go? 
Or amid tbe hills of France 
Did you blow ? 
’Mid tbe stately spireB of Rome. 
’Mid the ancient towers of Greece, 
And tbe temples of the East 
Have you been f 
Arc you home, 
Pleasant breeze t 
Or sti IJ onward will you go 
Over other lands to blow' f 
Scented sweet with orange flowers. 
Will you spend your leisure hours 
’Mid the leafy blooming bowers 
Of tbe South 1 
Will you visit lemon groveB ? 
Will you burst the cottou buds 
In the sun 1 
Where we get our rice and cloves 
Will you roam ? 
Sailing breeze, 
Come again ; 
From the regions of the South 
Come again. 
You are welcome in this clime; 
Dainty breeze, at any time, 
With your singing and your dancing 
You can set the leaves a prancing 
On tbe ground. 
Little breozo, 
’Cake advice. 
If you Join with other winds 
On a journey to the North— 
To the Ilelds of snow and ice. 
To that grim mysterious pole, 
With its great frost-bitten feet, 
Where the ice-bergs drift and meet, 
Where Boreas have full sway 
All the night and all the day— 
Please pass round another way, 
Just to warm your freezing mouth 
In the furnace of the " South, ” 
Ere you breathe on us again. 
Now, good-bye. 
O’er tbe beauteous summer land, 
And the restless summer sea, 
Aud the yellow, yellow sand 
Blow again 
Soft and free. 
Whisk and whistle at your will 
Through the cracks of yonder mill; 
Dry the fresh mown iieldB of bay 
W'here tbe withering flowers lay; 
Then return. 
O’er the prairie and the hill. 
O’er the woodJaud and the plain 
To the bounteous West again, 
To the butterfly aud fern, 
And to me. 
-- 
THE GOLDEN ORIOLE. 
1 shall probably never again listen to a story of 
a bird with so much Interest and delight as I have 
often listened to mamma as she repeated over and 
over again the pretty pranks and funny tricks of 
her pet oriole, winch I never had the good fortune 
to see. 
There are three pets which generally distinguish 
the home of a pet-loving family, viz: a baby, a 
bird and a kitten. And what family has not been 
beard to Bay that “we have the nicest bird,” “ the 
eunnlngest kitten,” or “the sweetest baby that 
ever you saw In all your life! ’ 
One morning papa found the oriole lying on the 
cold, wet ground, where It had probably fallen 
from the nest; he carried It home, lor It was too 
young to fly, and there It received much attention. 
My parents were a t that time living very quietly, 
with no one but themselves In their household, no 
cat ind no dog to torment the bird. This quiet¬ 
ness, combined with kindness from all hands, 
tamed the little creature and made It as fearless 
as when It was In Its mother’s nest. 
As it grew older it was perfectly contented, and 
would hop about on the floor and follow mamma 
wherever she wont. When It grew older still (old 
enough to fly) It took flying lessons on the back of 
a chair; at first It would try time and again to fly 
from the floor to the round above its head, and 
with a great deal or labor would alight upon It, 
tout the round being too large for Its little feet It 
would always fall off. At last, after many failures, 
the persistent Uttle thing succeeded, and then 
such an ado as it did make! Why, It fairly 
screamed with delight. 
The old birds would come and call It occasion¬ 
ally, but although It would sit on the door-step 
and watch them, It never paid the least attention 
to their cries. Mamma never kept It caged, and 
that was one secret of its being so tame, for when¬ 
ever she put It with the canary for a little while It 
would beoome as cross and excitable as any other 
bird. 
It soon became the great object of wonder and 
admiration in the neighborhood. When meal¬ 
time came and It heard the clatter of knives 
and forks, it would come flying In from out-of- 
doors. First it would alight upon the table and 
pick a green pea or a bit of potato from papa’s 
plate, and then it would fly to his shoulder and 
eat the morsel. Then again it would go to mam¬ 
ma and get a drink—a spoonful of cream. It 
would alight upon her hand and take the drop 
irom underneath the spoon, so as not to lose that, 
and then it would drink the rest or It with great 
delight. When finished, It would amuse itself 
upon papa’s head in a dozen ways, by pulling his 
hair and nipping Ills ears all around and pecking 
Into them. 
Yea, Indeed, the oriole was very fond of cream, 
and although the milk-room was the ODly place 
master “ Birdie” was not allowed to frequent, he 
(It proved to be a male) once or twice entered the 
forbidden room, through a small crevice In the 
window, and then he helped himself to his favorite 
beverage, by Sklrnmlng up great mouthfuls of It; 
and, when mamma made her appearance at the 
pantry door, he would throw out his head and 
scold her as much as to say, “ You just let me 
alone now. If you please, madam. 1 know you 
have come to take me away. ” He always came at 
mamma’s call, when within the sound of her voice, 
no matter where he might toe When she would 
goto the door and say “ Birdie I” “Birdie!” he 
would answer her with a short “Chr-r-r-r 1" as 
much as to Bay—“ I’m coming,” which sure enough 
was true, for In a moment he would dart through 
the door-way, and right Into her face, showing 
the greatest signs of Joy at seeing her. 
One day two little girls came to see mamma, 
and when she lold them she had a pet bird, of 
course, they were very anxious to see It. so she 
went to the door to call him, and when, as usual, 
the llule pet came rushing In, the children were 
spell-bound with astonishment. Oh 1 they “ never 
saw such a darling bird!” and “where In the 
world did you get It!” and “ oh, how tame he Is!" 
They were delighted beyond measure and tried 
to call him to them, but be would only come at the 
sound of mamma’s voice. Another time the bird 
did not come when she called him. but when she 
said “ Birdie I” “ Birdie” he answered as usual, but 
each time fainter and fainter, as much as to say 
“ I do not wish to come, 1 wish you would let me 
alone.” Finally she saw him cuddled In between 
a row of half-grown chickens that were perched 
on a wheel-barrow close-toy; he was very comfort¬ 
able I suppose, and did not want to get out of hla 
good position. 
He was very fond of society, and dearly loved 
the little turkeys and chickens, for he was gener¬ 
ally found In their company; sometimes In the 
coop, sometimes on the top of it, and often on the 
old hen’s back. At first mamma was afraid to let 
him go with the hana and ohlckens so much, but 
they seemed to get along so peaceably together, 
and the chickens to enjoy his company so well, 
that security took the place of fear. He loved to 
play as well as a child, sometimes when mamma 
was sewing he would rush along and Jerk the 
thread from her needle, and then he would light 
upon her Anger and try to dig her thimble off 
with his bllL But his principal pleasure consisted 
in rolling the spools of thread out of her work- 
basket and tangling them up for her. 
It happened one time that mamma locked up 
the house and went away. She had on a new 
sun-bonnet which Birdie had never seen her wear 
before, and when Bhe came back and turned the 
key, she could hear him making little cooing 
noises, and a great deal or fluttering, Just, as he 
always did when he thought she was coming, but 
the minute she opened the door and he could see 
her, all was silence, not a sound was heard. 
Then she saw Win crouched up In one dark cor¬ 
ner, In an attitude of the greatest fright, with his 
neck stretched and his wings hugged close to his 
body. Presently she spoke to him in a quiet, 
gentle tone, and the Instant he recognized her 
voice, all fear vanished, and he was almost wild 
with delight; he flew right Into her face; then ne 
lit upon a chair; then he whirled around her head 
again and again, as if ne could hardly express his 
Joy. 
But, alas, she was soon to lose her little pet. 
The last time she saw him he ate his breakfast out 
of her hand, as usual, and then flew out-of-doors. 
He had kept out-doors a good deal at that time, 
lor an old Newfoundland dog had come out from 
town with some friends of mamma's that week, 
and the bird and Trip did not get along well to¬ 
gether. After that morning he never came back, 
and mamma always supposed a hawk had caught 
him, for she saw one swooping down among the 
trees about the time she missed him. it was 
a sore loss to the household, 1 assure you. Mam¬ 
ma could not give him up for many weeks, but 
would orren go to the door and call him, In the 
vain hope that he had strayed away and might 
come back again. He had grown to be such an 
affectionate little creature that It almost seemed 
as If some member of the family had left their 
hearth and home. 
I believe that any oriole, If taken when quite 
young and made much of, can be nearly if not 
quite as easily tamed as this one; for I have heard 
that orioles are more susceptible of learning than 
any other bird. 
This is a perfectly true story, and “ I have told 
the tale as It has been told to me.” 
cousin, Frankie M. Brooks. 
-- 
LETTERS EROM THE C0USIN8. 
Dear Uncle Mark:— I have not seen any 
letters from tiffs county, bo J thought I would 
write, l would like to join the Horticultural Club 
If you will accept me as a niece. 1 am 14 years 
old. My father has taken the Rural New-Yorker 
two or three years, and he likes It very much. We 
have a good many flowers. I will give you the 
names of a fuw: Roses, Lilies, Pinks, Petunias, 
Violets, Pansies, Verbenas, Sweet William, Mari¬ 
golds, Lantaua, Honeysuckles, and a number of 
kinds that ray father received from the Rural. 
We are three sisters and one brother In our fam¬ 
ily, and one brother is dead. We live 14 miles 
from Sacramento City on a ranch, and go four 
miles to school. I have seven studies. My rather 
owns 800 acres of land, and be keeps 2,000 sheep, 
fifteen horses and other stock besides. Our pets 
are two Guinea pigs, two cats, two canary birds, 
one gold Osh and two colts. They belong to my 
baby brother, Johnnie, who is eight years old. Jf 
this letter is too long, and not worthy of publica¬ 
tion, cast it in the waste basket. This Is my first 
letter. Ettie Plummer. 
Sacramento Co., California. 
Uncle Mark :—We once again write to you to 
thank you for the seeds sent us. Our flowers from 
the seed sent are doing so nicely. The portulaca 
Is blown; we bad several colors, but what you 
sent us is not like ours. The Surprise melon Is 
growlDg nicely; It has been very dry until two 
weeks ago. All our seed did well, but the seed 
you sent papa did not all grow. We told mamma 
she had taken too much pains with hers. You 
ought to see her Golden Ovoid mangels, they are so 
large. The bronze lettuce was splendid this year, 
as was the Acme tomato. She has no other kind 
of tomatoes. We all think a great deal of the Ru¬ 
ral plants. We are striving hard to have pretty 
flowers, but there is a kind of insect, or worm, eat¬ 
ing some of them in tbe heart, and they fall off on 
the ground. What must we do with them ? But 
perhaps this wet weather makes them worse. 
From your little friends, 
Lizzie, Barbara and Eliza Pound. 
Spencer Co., Ky. 
Dear Uncle Mark :—As you said In the Rural 
that the names of tbe cousins who did not report 
would be dropped, I guess I had better report. I 
planted some of the corn I received last Summer, 
but It was too late to make even stalks. The rest 
I planted Mils spring. It Is Just up. The flower 
seeds I did not have lime to plant. 1 have planted 
some beans and potatoes, which are doing finely. 
OnlyMiree of the grape seeds have made their ap¬ 
pearance. Peaceable Bob is right, about the young 
ladles quarreling, and they had better be keeping 
the chickens out of tholr flowers than be prowling 
about graveyards. Jay-h a wker. 
Johnson Co., Kan. 
Dear Uncle Mark:— T am twelve years old. i 
have been wanting to write you for nearly a year. 
I seeded nearly TO acres last Spring, and harrowed 
It In. I began to work in the garden when I was 
six and I have made most of the garden for three 
years. Now, have I done enough to claim a place 
In the club ? If you think so, put me down, If you 
please. Gboroe U. Watson. 
Daviess Co., Ill. 
Damns. 
BRTEFLETS. 
At the beginning of the present century 
there were 8,000,000 copies of the Bible In ex¬ 
istence; since then 116,000,000 more have been 
printed. Tbe fact that politicians are, if possi¬ 
ble, growing worse and worse is abundant proof 
they have been injudiciously distributed. . . . 
. . “ No,” said Le Due, “ I do not expect to 
be re-appointed by the next President. No 
one will ever appreciate my tea as the present 
administration has.”—Puck.Many 
persons who rake through another’s character 
with a fine tooth comb, to discover a fault, 
could find one with less trouble by going over 
their own character with a horse-rake.—White¬ 
hall Times.A simple experiment in 
pneumatics is one mentioned by Tissaudier. 
Place some burning paper in a quart bottle, 
full of air. After it has burnt a few seconds, 
a hard-boiled egg, with the shell off, is placed 
iu the mouth. The egg is pressed inward by 
the atmosphere (the combustion having caused 
partial vacuum) ; it gets more aud more elon¬ 
gated, and at length wholly enters the bottle, 
with a slight detonation.Ham and 
other flesh infested with tiiekime have been 
treated with alcohol and salicylic acid, and 
upon examination the parasites had entirely 
disappeared. Hence it is proposed to cure 
persons thu6 affected in the same way. 
, The Boston Journal of Chemistry says that 
the attempts of oleomargarine manufacturers 
to convince the public that beef tallow, or 
“ suet,” as tallow is usually called by the com¬ 
pounders, is “just as good" as butter, are 
very absurd. Tbe difference between good 
butter and the cleanest specimens of the oleo¬ 
margarine mixture is “heaven-wide." . . . . . 
Authurium Seherzerianum Kothschildiauum 
is the graceful and Biinple name of a uew flam¬ 
ingo plant.The Connecticut Farmer 
says that Mr. Erastus Bailey, of Little Cornp- 
tou, R. I, has kept 1,000 to 1,300 hens during 
the past live years, and realized from each an 
annual profit of 81.15. The question is, if he 
can do that, why don't he increase his flock to 
3,000 or 3,100 aud realize double tbe aggregate 
amount?.It is well to cut off the as¬ 
paragus tops before the seeds ripen.. 
Mr. Warner says: Nothing shows one who 
his friends are like prosperity aud ripe fruit. 
I had a good friend iu the country whom I al¬ 
most never visited except in cherry-time. By 
your fruits you shall know them. . . , . . 
Messrs. Ellwauger & Barry, we are glad to see, 
regard Cornus florida (our Floweriug Dog¬ 
wood) as one of the best of trees for ornament, 
They rank it next to the magnolia among 
flowering trees, and second only to the Scarlet 
Oak (Quoreus coeciuea) iu brilliant foliage in 
Autumn. No reference is made, kowovor, to 
its showy fruit.Onions should be 
found in every garden, llow could the Dutch 
or those who pattern after them in their cook¬ 
ing, get on without them ? Iu onion is 
strength ; and a garden without it is devoid of 
sprightliness.“ The onion in its satin 
wrappings is among the most beautiful of veg¬ 
etables ; and it is the only one that represents 
the essence of things. It can almost be said 
to have a soul. You take off coat after coat, 
and the onion is still there ; and when the last 
one is removed, who dare 6ay that the onion 
itself is destroyed, though you can weep over 
its departed spirit! ..... Happy is said 
to be tbe family which can eat onions together. 
They are, for the time being, separate from 
the world and have a harmony of aspiration. . 
.... There is a hint here for the reformers, 
Let them become apostles of the onion; let 
them eat and preach it to their follows, and 
circulate tracts of it in the form of seeds. In 
the onion iB the hope of universal brotherhood. 
If all men will oat onions at all times, they 
will come into a nnivorsal sympathy. 
A teaspoonful of carbolic acid in two gallons 
of water is said to prove as destructive to the 
currant worm and rose bug as hellebore. . . . 
. . In France the children attending 30,000 
primary schools in the rural districts, receive 
instruction in the culture of the soil. 
Ralph Waldo Emerson keeps two cows and 
milks them himself. Some of his brightest 
thoughts have come to him while being kicked 
half-way across tbe stable.—Detroit Free 
Press. 
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CATALOGUES, ETC., RECEIVED. 
Cottage and Villa Architecture is the 
title of a handsome large folio volume on 
architecture, published by Bickuell & Com¬ 
stock, 194 Broadway, New York. The work 
contains thirty-four designs of wooden and brick 
buildings in sixty-six finely executed plates. 
Tbe plates show plans, elevations, sections and 
details of low-priced, medium-costly and first- 
class cottages, villas, farm-houses and country- 
seats. The work is designed to assist persons 
who wish to build, by laying before them a 
large variety of plans from which selections 
can be made, or valuable suggestions given as 
to the most desirable construction ot a dwell¬ 
ing. The plans are drawn to scale, so that 
experienced mechanics can work Irom them 
without further directions from architects. 
But few printed descriptions are given, because 
the drawings themselves are so readily under¬ 
stood as to make descriptions superfluous. 
On the whole, it is a work that cannot fail to 
prove of value to all who wish to build without 
the aid of an architect, and the moderate 
price, $6.00, may save huudreds by the sugges¬ 
tions that may be garnered from the plans. 
Stawberry Circular. J. T. Lovett Little 
Silver, Moumonth., Co New Jersey. This is 
devoted entirely to strawberries—pot-grown 
and layer—for the present Summer and Au¬ 
tumn’s use. The “Marvin" is made a specialty 
This new seedling was sent to us by Mr. Marviu 
two years ago. It fruited once and our im¬ 
pression was so favorable that we commended it 
to Mr. Lovett who with characteristic prompt¬ 
ness, purchased a large number of plants. 
Unfortunately our owu plot of the Marviu 
was accidentally destroyed: But we are glad 
to note that its promise with us is likely to be 
amply fulfilled. 
Catalogue of Purdue University, Lafayette, 
Ind., for 1879-80. The catalogue contains the 
names of the officers, faculty and students, and 
gives a complete idea of the several courses of 
study that may here be perused. The institution 
originated under the Act of Congress which 
donated lands to the several States for the main- 
tenanceof agricultural colleges, and its leading 
object is to teach agriculture and the mechanic 
arts. The agricultural course, under Prof. C. 
L. Ingersoll is complete and thorough-going. 
A model farm of 150 acres is connected with 
the institution. 
Annual catalogue of the Americau Veteri¬ 
nary College No. 141 West Fifty-fourth St., 
New York City. This institution has been in 
existence for sixteen years, aud offers a thor¬ 
ough course in every department of veterinary 
science. A free scholarship is offered to each 
State Agricultural Society iu the couutry. The 
applications for these must bo made by the 
societies to the Dean of the Faculty, Professor 
A. Liautard, on or before the first of September 
of each year. 
Constitution, By-laws, Rules aud Regula¬ 
tions, with premium list of the Winnebago 
County Agricultural Society of 111; to be held 
in Rockford, 111. September 13th to 17(h 1880. 
Some twenty pages of the pamphlet are devoted 
to the annual report of the secretary of the 
society. 
Catalogue of I.asell Seminary for young 
women at Auburndale, Mass., for 1879-80. 
This institution graduated Its flrBt class iu 1854 
and has since maintained an excellent reputa¬ 
tion as among the best educational institutions 
especially designed for young ladies. 
List of premiums, Rules and Regulations of 
the Des Moines Couuty Agricultural Society’s 
Fair, to be held at Burlington, Iowa, Sept. 31, 
34, 1880. 
E. S. Miller, Wading River, Long Island, 
N. Y. Price-list of seeds of Native Trees, 
Shrubs and herbaceous plants for Fall of 1880. 
