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AMERICAN AGRICULTURIST. 
[June, 
[COPYRIGHT SECURED.] 
DID TEAM. — Drawn and Engraved for the American Agriculturist. 
A S P L E N 
There is more real “ fun,” as the boys call it, with such 
a team as is shown in the engraving above, than with the 
finest carriage and horses in New York. The boy’s face 
is mostly concealed by his hat brim, but his whole atti¬ 
tude shows what he is thinking of; his soul is with his 
team. He may well he proud of them. They need no 
whip, and he carries none. They gallop along as though 
they enjoyed the sport. The dog on the' “off” side 
seems to lie rather new at the business—a little coltish, 
lie looks around to his companion as though inviting 
him to join in a runaway frolic. No danger of that; old 
Whitey is out on business now, and will find his pleas¬ 
ure in that alone. By the way, that’s a secret of enjoy¬ 
ment unknown to many. Most people, old and young, are 
looking away from their work and their present circum¬ 
stances for happiness. They are like men wading through 
a river in chase of a fog to quench their thirst with. 
Make the most of the pj'esent, as this hoy and his team 
are doing, and thus secure the good it contains. 
Another Charitable I>og\, 
W. Winker, of Baltimore, Md., having noticed the 
dog story in the April No. of the Agriculturist , writes: 
“I was owner of a dog that went through the same ma¬ 
neuvers as the one described. This dog answered to the 
classical name of ‘ Mouth.’ She was scarcely eight inch¬ 
es long, and was brought from Mexico. While in Balti¬ 
more she showed considerable affection for a rat terrier 
that seemed to live in reduced circumstances. As my 
window overlooked the yard, I observed myself how she 
would coax the large dog to her store-room, and wag her 
tail with satisfaction at the hungry guest’s relish of the 
hones. It would hardly have been prudent for any other 
dog even to smell of the food which the little animal con¬ 
sidered her own. She was also a good mother, and di¬ 
vided all dainties with her young—showed great cleanli¬ 
ness, and would always coax her young to the door, to 
prevent them from greasing the carpet while feeding. 
But the greatest peculiarity is shown by an uncle of 
Mouth’s, who was brought up in a Hebrew hoarding- 
house, and who would not under any condition touch the 
excluded food. He would eat bread at all times, but 
no sausage, ham, or pork. I have often experimented 
with him, but always found him true to his principles.” 
'i'lsc Promise Kept. 
The following, from an exchange, is worth reading. A 
mother, on the green hills of Vermont, was holding by 
the right hand a son, sixteen years old, mad with the love ’ 
of the sea. And as she stood by the garden gate one 
morning, she said: “Edward, they tell me, for I never 
saw the ocean, that the great temptation of a seaman’s 
life is drink. Promise me, before you quit your mother’s 
hand, that you will never drink.” “And,” said he, (for 
he told me the story,) “ I gave her the promise, and I 
went the broad globe over, Calcutta and the Mediterra¬ 
nean, San Francisco, the Cape of Good Hope, the North 
Pole and the South. I saw them all in forty years, and I 
never saw a glass filled with sparkling liquor that my 
mother’s form by the gate did not rise before me ; and 
to-day I am innocent of the taste of liquor.” Was not 
that sweet evidence of the power of a single word ? Yet 
that was not half. “For,” said he, “yesterday there 
came into my counting-room a man of forty years, and 
asked me, ‘ Do you know me ?’ ‘No.’ ‘Well,’ said lie, 
‘ I was once brought drunk into your presence on ship¬ 
board ; you were a passenger; the captain kicked me 
aside; you took me to your berth and kept me there till 
I had slept off the intoxication ; you then asked me if I 
had a mother. I said I had never known a word from 
her lips. You told me of yours at the garden gate, and 
to-day I am master of one of the finest packets in New 
York; and I came to ask you to come and see me.’” 
A Critic i 'o is ih cjh «I<»«|. 
It is related of Powers, the sculptor, that while residing 
in Cincinnati, he made a figure of one Alexander Drake, 
a popular comedian. Some of Powers’ friends were so 
much pleased with it that they invited the editors to ex¬ 
amine it. Among those who came was one noted for 
severely criticising every performance, whether compe¬ 
tent to give good judgment or not. The show room was 
dimly lighted, and the figure stood in a glass case. After 
gazing at it very intently several minutes, the critic said 
to Powers, who stood near him, “ There are some good 
points about this, Hiram, but it has some extraordinary 
defects. The nose is too long entirely ; and the mouth 
has a queer twist. One arm is longer than the other. 
The position, too, is unnatural. No man could stand that 
way if he tried. It would be impossible. I don’t see, 
Hiram, how you could have made such a blunder.” Pow¬ 
ers laughed, and inquired of the figure :—“ What do you 
think about it, Drake ?” The figure immediately stepped 
out of the case, and, bursting into a loud laugh, said: 
“ I think the position pretty natural, myself.” The critic 
did not hear the last of the jest, and, it is said, he 
would never afterwards speak to the facetious sculptor. 
The new moon reminds one of a giddy girl, because 
she’s too young to show much reflection. 
