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7. There is another sort of small vermin which are very 
troublesome, and will often kill your young ones in the nest 
by creeping into their ears, &., especially when first hatched, 
and always prevent their thriving; to hinder this, strew 
tobacco dust in the nest, and over your young pigeons, and 
it will destroy these vermin, which are called pigeons’ bugs 
by some, and by others the blacks. 
8. Another disease to which they are subject is gizzard- 
fallen, that is, the gizzard falls down to the vent. The gen- 
tlemen of the Fancy say it proceeds from weakness, though 
I rather believe it is caused by feeding with too much hemp- 
seed. I know no cure for this malady unless nature herself 
works one, which it sometimes will in young pigeons. 
9. The next distemper is what the Fancy calls navel- 
fallen; in this case there is a kind of bag hanging down 
near the vent. This malady is generally desperate, and if 
giving them clary, or some other strengthening things, won't 
cure them, I know nothing that will. 
10. Pigeons are liable to be pap-arsed, as the Fancy call 
it. This distemper proceeds either from a natural innate 
weakness, or from a cock’s being too salacious and treading 
his hen too often. I know no cure for it, except flying will 
do it. Young pigeons and Carriers are most subject to it, 
especially if not flown. 
11. Some pigeons, as Croppers and Pouters, are apt to 
gorge themselves; that is, when they have been too long 
from grain, they will eat so much that they cannot digest 
it, but it will lie and corrupt in the crop, and kill the pigeon. 
If this therefore at any time happens, take the following 
method : 
Put them in a strait-stocking, with their feet downward, 
stroking up the crop, that the bag which contains the meat 
may not hang down; then hang the stocking upon a nail, 
keeping them in this manner till they have digested their 
food, only not forgetting to give them now and then a little 
water, and it will often cure them; but when you take them 
out of the stocking put them in an open basket or coop, 
giving them but a little meat at a time, or else they will be 
apt to gorge again. 
Tf this does not effect the cure, you may slit the crop from 
the bottom with a penknife or sharp pair of scissors, take 
out the corrupted meat, wash the crop, and then sew it up 
again. This method has been practiced with some success, 
though the crop will not be so round as before. 
Others will tie that part of the crop, in which the undi- 
- gested meat lies, tight round with a string, and let it rot off. 
This method never fails, though it spoils the shape of the 
crop. 
12. The next and most fatal distemper incident to this 
kind of bird is the vertigo, or (as generally styled by the 
Fancy) the megrims. In this disease the pigeon reverts or 
turns its head in such a manner that the beak will lie on its 
back, and will flutter and fly about at random. This dis- 
temper is usually reckoned incurable, and indeed it too often 
proves so; though I once had a Turbit, of the owl kind, 
taken with it in a violent manner. Some gentlemen seeing 
it, advised me to pull the head off. I told them I would first 
try if I could not cure it, which they asserted to be impossi- 
ble; however, I took about a quarter of a pint of water, an 
ounce and a half of spirit of lavender, one drachm of spirit 
of sal ammoniae distilled with quicklime; these I mingled 
together, then I tasted it, and found it too strong for the 
bird, and therefore added a little more water. I believe in 
(To be continued.) 


JOURNAD AND POULTRY BX CHAMGE 
Swat Pet DepaRtyent: 
a> All communications and contributions intended for this depart- — 
ment should be addressed to HOWARD I. IRELAND, 318 Stevens Street, 
Camden, N. J., or care of Josepu M. Wapk, 39 North Ninth St., Philada. 

BIRDS BY MY WINDOW. 
Sweet birds, that by my window sing, 
Or sail around on careless wing, 
Beseech ye, lend your caroling, 
While I salute my darling. 
She’s far from me, away, away, 
Across the hills, beyond the bay, 
But still my heart goes night and day 
To meet and greet my darling. 
Brown wren, from out whose swelling throat 
Unstinted joys of music float, 
Come lend to me thy own June note, 
To warble to my darling. 
Sweet dove, thy tender, love-lorn coo 
Melts pensively the orchard through— 
Grant me thy gentle voice to woo, 
And I shall win my darling. 
Lark, ever leal to dawn of day, : 
Pause, ere thou wingest thy skyward way— 
Pause, and bestow one quivering lay, 
One anthem for my darling. 
Ah, mocker, rich as leafy June, 
Thou’lt grant, I know, one little boon, 
One strain of thy most matchless tune, 
To solace my own darling. 
Bright choir, your peerless song shall stir 
The rapturous chords of love in her ; 
But who shall be our messenger 
When we salute my darling? 
Oh, voiceless swallow, crown of spring, 
Lend us awhile thy swift curved wing ; 
Straight as an arrow thou shalt bring 
This greeting to my darling. 

+ —ee 

EpitoR FANCIERS’ JOURNAL. 
Tell your correspondent ‘‘ Madagascar’? of Nashua, N. 
H., who has ‘“‘two of the Lop-eared Rabbits, whose ears fall 
both on one side,’ that if he takes them when very young, 
and with a needle passes a couple of stitches of white silk 
through the points of the ears—after drawing+the ear that 
droops in the wrong direction well over to the side it should 
fall—and thus securing the tips of the two ears together 
loosely, under the throat, that with the subsequent growth of 
the ears, both will hang in their proper places; and this 
process will prove no inconvenience to the Lop. In four 
or five weeks the ears will droop naturally, and the stitches 
may be removed. Yours truly, BuTTERFLY-SMUT. 
Syracusk, N. Y., July 10. 

A CANINE PROTECTOR. 
A WRITER in the London Figaro says: ‘I am a marine 
engineer, and during one of my Mediterranean trips I 
brought home a canary, a perfect gem of a whistler, who 
warbles from early morn to dewy eve. I have also a Scotch 
terrier dog called Pepper, and a cat dignified by the name 
of Tom. Since the addition of the canary to my household 
Tom has cast many a longing, lingering look at him, which 
boded no good, and aroused serious apprehensions for the 
warbler’s safety. About a fortnight ago, and as is my custom 
in the morning, I went to the kitchen where the cage hangs, 
