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AMERICAN AGRICULTURIST, 
[September, 
fond of this celebrated dog, and frets after him if he goes 
away. Carlo is fifteen years old, and can’t live much 
longer, and the elephants’ keepers are dreading the effect 
upon Betsey, when poor old Carlo dies. The polar 
bears looked a little over done with the heat in their fur 
robes, but they were refreshed occasionally with ice 
water. The two immense sea-lions had a grand tank to 
Then came France, next Rome, then Turkey, Italy, 
Egypt, Russia, (the band playing the national air of each, 
when they first entered), Ireland, Spain, China, India, 
(camels and elephants had their place in the procession), 
America, and last and least “Lilliput,” lots of little 
children dressed as knights and soldiers, on my little 
pets, the ponies, with any number of infantry. It was a 
ungracefully, that it looked for all the world like a great 
goose on four legs. 
The exhibition wound iip with “ 20 minutes of fun, or 
the Lancashire Races.” In one minute they had raised 
booths around the arena. Crowds came to the Fair, four 
funny fellows danced on a platform; the band played; 
bells rang; the hand-organ man was there; boys raced 
in sacks, (tumbled down and couldn’t 
get up); with wheelbarrows; on donkeys; 
climbed a greased pole; and had just the 
jolliest time that ever was. One grand race 
of all the Lancashire lasses on horseback, 
closed the performance. I need not say that 
we enjoyed our visit to the Hippodrome. 
THE LITTLE GLEANERS .—Drawn and Engraved for the American Agriculturist. 
swim in ; what extraordinary things they are to look at. 
The Bengal tiger was a magnificent animal. The 
young men who had the animals in charge, were all kind 
and polite, ready to answer any question to the best of 
their ability. I asked the keeper of the tiger, if the 
animal knew him, if it ever showed any affection; he 
didn’t think it cared for him more than any one else, 
although it always purred like a cat when be fed it. Can 
you fancy a tiger purring? We woidd fain to have look¬ 
ed longer at the funny monkeys, at the pretty birds, at 
the camels, at the glass-blowers making such graceful 
pretty things, etc. But it was nearly time for the per¬ 
formances, so we went up flic stairs leading to the main 
building, and were shown to our seats. A very fine band, 
in gorgeous regimentals, furnished sweet music. The 
signal was given, the drums were beaten and the grand 
procession, “The Great Congress of Nations,” began its 
march. First Great Britain was represented; “Queen 
Victoria,” clad in purple and gold, on a splendid car 
drawn by four horses. Earls, heralds, horse guards, 
yeomen, dukes, marquises, and princes, mounted, and ou 
foot, with their appropriate flags, in attendance. The 
band played “ Rule Britannia,” as the royal cortege passed. 
gorgeous procession, filling the entire circle and two 
rows down the centre. That alone was worth the price 
of admission. But after that came the athlete who walk¬ 
ed through rings, (catching his feet in one ring after 
another), with his head hanging down! A net was 
stretched under him to catch him if he fell, but, I always 
look at such exhibitions with my eyes shut, The same 
with Miss “Victoria,” when she rode her velocipede, 
from one end of the Hippodrome to the other,on the “ lofty 
wire.” Then came races on horses, races in chariots, 
monkey races on ponies, “ twenty-one horses at liberty,” 
(no riders) ; they were led up to the judge’s stand, and 
at a signal they were allowed to start. Oh 1 how they 
went, like the wind! “Now the black is ahead I The 
sorrel has passed him, black shoots ahead, neck and 
neck with grey, wonder if they look like that, when 
racing wild over the plains 1 Black is ahead again I 
How will they ever stop these creatures? The judge taps 
his bell, nlack has won the race; the attendants raise a 
canvas across the track, and the wild arab steeds dart 
under the curtain out, of sight.. The camel race was very 
comical. I had never seen a camel run before, and the 
creature stuck out its long neck, and tumbled along so 
Something; About Dogs. 
Who likes a dog? “I,” “and I.”—Oh 
yes. of course, you all do. It seems to be a 
part of boy nature to like dogs. Yes and 
girl nature too, for the girls are quite as 
fond of them as the boys, though perhaps 
they like rather quieter dogs than the boys 
do. Notwithstanding there are some un¬ 
pleasant things about dogs, we suppose they 
will always be kept as domestic animals, and 
that as long as there are boys and girls, each 
will like his or her own pet, and think it the 
best dog that ever lived. A stupid dog is a 
very uninteresting thing, but there are many 
dogs that are very far from stupid. They 
show so much intelligence, that we do not 
wonder that boys and girls become fond of 
them. Many and many are the stories that 
have been told of the intelligence of dogs, 
and some of them do things, which almost 
make us think that they know more than 
some stupid people. Reading in an Eng¬ 
lish journal, the “ Science Gossip ,” not long 
ago, we came across the following, which 
was given as something very wonderful 
for a dog to do. A clergyman says: 
“A gentleman residing in my parish pos¬ 
sesses a tine animal, which he is accustomed 
to send daily to the railway station for his 
newspapers, the distance being about a 
quarter of a mile. As soon as the train has 
arrived, the dog takes the shortest cut across 
the field to the station, and looks at the 
station-master in a knowing manner, clearly 
announcing the object of bis errand. The 
railway official duly delivers the paper to the 
canine messenger, who forthwith takes it in 
his mouth, and trots back again to his 
master's house, with a degree of importance 
which shows that he is fully alive to the 
trust committed to his charge.” 
Now this did not seem to us as anything 
so very strange, and we have no doubt that 
many of our boys girls have seen dogs do 
quite as smart a thing as this. And we 
thought we would ask if it were not so. If 
any of you can tell us any good dog stories, 
that is those which show intelligence in the 
animals, we would like to have them, and if 
we think they are good enough, we shall 
be glad to print them.—Who speaks ? 
Tlae Little Gleaners. 
In this country we know little about 
gleaners and gleaning. In olden times the 
scattered ears of grain were considered the 
right of the poor, who went after the reapers 
and harvesters, and gathered them up for 
their own use. Avery old custom indeed, for in the Mosaic 
law it was forbidden to reap the corners of the field, and 
to gather the gleanings of the harvest, as these were for 
the poor and the stranger. This Scripture custom was 
kept up within recent times, and the poor laborers in 
Europe regarded it as their right that their wives and 
children should pick up the scattered grain. The privi¬ 
lege was often abused, the gleaners not only taking the 
fallen grain, but often pulling out that which was in the 
sheaves, and the custom is now but little observed. In¬ 
deed, with the reaping by machinery, there is but little 
left, for the gleaners, and they would not find much to 
gather upon the modern wheat-field. The little ones in 
the picture have no doubt heard of gleaners, and may 
have read in the Bible about Ruth, who “ came and 
gleaned in the field after the reapers,” and they are fol¬ 
lowing the old custom just for fun. It may be that they 
are gleaning for their pet chickens, or for their rabbits, 
but whatever they are doing it for, they, with their bright 
faces and pleasant laughter, make the field much pleas¬ 
anter than it would be without them. It is no* well to 
forget, about these customs almost as old as the race, 
even if we have found out other and quicker ways. 
