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NEXT SABBATH VLL BE HOME.
Lines written on the death rf Lawrence S. Leattor
EEMEM
The Sabbath belle were pealing
Calls to the house of player,
Where humble saints low kneeling,
Implore a Father's care.
The joyful sound came ringing
To a dying christian's ear;
With heart of Heaven all singing,
Ho lay without a fear.
His oyes with hope full 'beaming,
He raised toward Heaven's high dome
And eried—"'twas not mere dreaming—
Next Sabbath I'll be home."
The bell of time was tolling
The close of rest's sweet day,
When chariot wheels swift rolling,
Carried that saint away.
His earthly Sabbath ending,
The Sabbatif of Heaven began ;
His yoke with angels blending,
Now livid immortal man.
Mi“eliancolts `ltetus.
GEN. SAM. DALE
[From the Wa,hington States and. Union.]
The Life and Times of Gen. Sam. Dale, the
Mississippi partisan, has recently been issued
from the press, under the editorship of Lion.
J. F. 11. Claibourne, of Mississippi. It is a
most interesting work, full of startling inci
dents, with a running commentary on men
and things of the day in which the " parti
san" lived.
Below we give his impression of men and
things about IVaz,hington—such as existed
there in his day and generation:
About this time I resolved to visit Wash
ington city, to attend to my claim for a large
amount due me for corn and other supplies
furnished to the troops in the service of the
United States at various time.:, and on the
expedition to Fort Dale, in Butler county.—
On arriving I put up at Brown's Hotel, and
next day went to the quarters of the Ala
bama delegation. The third day, Col. Win.
R. King, of the Senate, brought me word
that President Jackson desired to see me.—
" Tell Dale," said he to Col. King, " that if 1
had as little.to da as he has, I should have
been to see him before now." The general
was walking in the lawn in front of his man
sion as we approached. lie advanced - and
grasped me warmly by the hand.
"No ixtroduction is needed," said the Col.
"Oh, no," said the Genera!, shaking my
band again, " I shall never forget Sam Dale!'
We walked up into his reception room, and
I was introduced to CJI. Benton and five or
six other distinguished men. They were all
very civil and invited me to visit them. They
were talking " Yallification," the engroAsing
subject at that period, and the President,
turning to me, said, " Gen. Dale, if this thing
goes on, our country will be like a bag of
meal with both ends open. Pick it up in the
middle or otherwise, and it will run out. I
must tic the bag and save the country."—
The company now took leave, but when I rose
to retire with Col. King, the General detained
me, and directed his servant to refuse all vis
itors until 1 o'clock. He talked over our
campaigns, and then of the business that
brought Inc to Washington. He then said,
" Sam, you have been true to your country,
but you have made one mistake in life. You
are now old and solitary, and without a bo
som friend or family to comfort you. God
called mine away. But all I have achieved
—fame, power, everything—l would exchange
if she could be restored to me for a moment.
The iron man trembled with emotion, and
for some time covered his face with his hands,
and tears dropped on his knee. I was deeply
affected myself. lle took two or three turns
across the room, and then abruptly said—
" Dale, they are trying me,,hcre; you will
witness it ; but, by the God of heaven, I will
uphold the laws."
I understood him to be referring to nullifi
cation again, his mind having evidently re
curred to it, and I expressed the hope that
things would go right.
"'They shall go right, sir," lie exclaimed,
passionately, shivering his pipe upon the ta
ble.
He calmed down after this, and showed me
his collection of pipes, many of a most costly
and curious kind, sent to him from every
quarter, his propensity for smoking being well
known. " These," said he, " will do to look
at. I still smoke my corn-cob, Sam, as you
and I have often done together; it is the
sweetest and best pipe."
When I rose to take leave, he pressed me
to accept a room there. "I can talk to you
at night; in the day lam busy." I declined
on the plea of business, but dined with him
several times—always—no Matter what dig
nitaries were present-,--setting at his right
hand. He ate very sparingly, only taking a
single glass of wine, though his table was
magnificent. When we parted for the last
time, he said, "My friend, farewell; we shall
see each other no more—let us meet in heav
en."
I could only answer him with tears, for I
felt that we should meet no more on earth.
The Alabama delegation each invited me
to a formal dinner, and introduced me very
generally to the members. Mr. Calhoun was
particularly kind. It was from him that I
first received the assurance that the nullifica
tion trouble would be settled. He was a man
of simple manners, very plain in his attire,
of the most moral habits, intensely intellec
tual, something of an enthusiast, and, if per
sonally ambitious, equally ambitious for the
glory of his country. His style of speaking
was peculiar—fluent, often vehement, but
wholly without ornament; he rarely used a
figure of speech ; his gestures were few and
simple, but he spoke with his eyes—they were
full of concentrated fire, and' looked you
through ; he was earnest in everything. He
found his way very soon to my heart, and I
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then and now deeply regret the dissensions
sowed by intriguers between him and Gener
al Jackson.
When I visited Col. Benton at 5 o'clock in
the evening, I was conducted to him in a room
where he was surrounded by his children and
their school books. He was teaching them
himself. That very day he had presented an
elaborate report to the Senate, the result of
laborious research, and had pronounced a
powerful speech—yet there he was, with
French and Spanish grammars, globes, and
slate and pencil, instructing his children in
the rudiments. He employed no teacher.—
The next morning I was strolling, at sunrise,
in the Capitol grounds, when whom should I
see but the Colonel and his little ones. Sha
king me by the hand he said, " These are my
pickaninnies, General—my only treasures.
I bring them every morning among the flow
ers, sir, it teaches them to love God—love
God, sir." I was struck with the labor this
great man performed ; and yet he never seem
ed to be fatigued. He was not a man of con
ciliatory mariner, and seemed to me to be al
ways braced up for an attack. He spoke with
a sort of snarl—a protracted sneer upon his
face—but with great emphasis and vigor.
His manner toward his opponents and espe
cially his looks, were absolutely insulting ;
but it was well known that he was ready to
stand by to whatever he said or did. It was
wonderful how he and Mr. Clay avoided per
sonal collision ; they hated each other mor
tally at one period ; they spoke very harsh
and cutting things in debate ; but were proud,
ambitious, obstinate and imperative ; both
were fearless of consequences, and though
habitually irascible and impetuous, perfectly
collected in moments of emergency.
They differed on almost every point, and
only agreed on one—both hated Mr. Calhoun.
As an orator, Mr. Clay never had his equal
in Congress. I would liken him, from what
I have heard, to Mr. Pitt. No single speech
of that consummate orator and statesman
ever made produced the impression made by
Sheridan in his celebrated oration on the im
peachment of Hastings -, no speech of Mr.
Clay's may be compared with the great ora
tion of Webster in reply to - Hayne ; but, for
a series of parliamentary speeches and par
liamentary triumph, no British orator may
be compared with Pitt, and no American with
Clay. To a very high order of intellect they
both united a bold temperament, indomita
ble resolution, and the faculty of command
—the highest faculty of all. Mr. Webster,
with brilliant genius, with a wit less studied
if not so sparkling as Sheridan, and with or
atorical kifts nuasurpassed in ancient or mod
ern times, was of a convivial, not of a reso
lute temperament, and was deficient in nerve
and firmness. The want of these was felt
throughout his career, and enabled others to
succeed when he should have triumphed. As
a companion, especially after dinner, he was
most delightful ; at other times he was satur
nine and repulsive. Mr. Clay was haughty,
and only cordial to his friends. Col. Benton
was stiff with every one.
Mr. Calhoun was affable and conciliating,
and never failed to attract the young, but inr
grace of manner, fur the just medium of dig
nity and affability, and for the capacity of
influencing men, no one of these great men,
nor all of them together, may be compared
with General Jackson. The untutored sav
age regarded him as a sort of avenging deity;
the rough back woodsman followed hun with
fearless confidence ; the theories of politi
cians and jnrieonsults fell before his intuitive
perceptions ; systems and statesmen were ex
tinguished together; no measure and no man
survived his opposition, and the verdict of
mankind awards him precedence over all.—
He had faults, but they are lost in the lustre
of his character; he was too arbitrary and
passionate, and too apt to embrace the cause
of his friends without inquiring iutu its - jus
tice. But these were faults incidental, per
haps, to his frontier life and military train
ing, and to the injustice he had experienced
from his opponents.
I saw Blair of the Globe, Amos Kendall
and Col. Jo. Gales, of the _National _Wall
gamer. Blair has the hardest face I ever in
spected. The late General Glasscock, of Au
gusta, one of the noblest hearted men that
ever lived, taild use that a mess of Georgia
and Kentucky members, dining together one
day, ordered an oyster supper fur thirty, to
be paid for by the mess that produced, for
the occasion, the ugliest man from their re
spective States. The evening came and the
company assembled, and Georgia presented a
fellow not naturally ugly, but who had the
knack of throwing his features all on one
side. Kentucky was in a peck of trouble.—
The man' they had ,cooped up for a week, was
so hopelessly drunk that he could not stand
on his legs. At the last moment, a happy
thought occurred to Albert G. Haws. He
jumped in a hack, drove to the Globe office,
and brought Blair down as an invited guest.
Just as he entered, looking his prettiest, Haws
sung out, "Blair, look as nature made you,
and the oysters are ours!"
It is hardly necessary to add that Georgia
paid for the oysters.
The first time I saw Blair, about 11 o'clock
at night, he was writing an editorial on his
knee. He read it to Col. King and myself.
It was a thundering attack on Mr. Calhoun
—what is called a "slasher"—for something
that had been said that morning in the Sen
ate. Col. King begged him to soften it.—
"No," said Blair, "et it tear his insides out."
With all this concealed fire, Ire was a man of
singular mildness of manners. He invited
me to an elegant dinner at his splendid man
sion, crowded with distinguished guests. He
entertained liberally and without affectation,
and I was charmed with the beauty and the
kindness of his fascinating wife.
Amos Kendall, of whom I had heard so
much, as the champion of the Democracy, I
found a little, stooped-up man, cadaverous as
a corpse, rather taciturn, unpretending in
manner, but of wonderful resources and tal
en t.
Col. Jo. Gales is a John Bull, they tell me,
by birth and in sentiment, and he has the
hearty look of one. But if so, how came
the Bulls to burn' his office during the war ?
1 The Intelligencer, I well remember, stood up
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manfully for the country, and often have I
and my comrades, in 1813-14, when hungry
and desponding, and beset with danger, been
cheered up by a stray fragment of his paper.
Col. Gales shook me cordially by the hand,
and invited me to dine with him. Being com
pelled to decline, he insisted on my taking a
drink out of his canteen—the very best old
rye ever tasted. The same evening he sent
a dozen to my quarters—large, honest, square
sided, high shouldered bottles, that we rarely
see now a days.
The printers at Washington all live in
princely style: spacious dwellings, pictures,
statuary, Parisian furniture, sumptuous ta
bles, choice wines Nothing in the metrop
olis astonished me so much. A printer in
the South usually lives in a little box of a
house not big enough for furniture ; his pic
tures and statues are his wife and children ;
his office is a mere shanty, stuck full of glue
and paste, and all sorts of traps ; he works
in his shirt sleeves, with the assistance, some
times of a little, ragged, turbulent dare-devil
of a boy ; he toils night and day, often never
paid and half starved, making great men out
of small subjects, and often receiving for it
abuses and ingratitude; the most gener
ous fellows in the world—ready to give you
half they have, though they seldom get much
to give. In Washington, they drink Port,
Maderia, and old rye, with us, they seldom
get higher than rot-gut !
I am a farmer, and so was my father be
fore rne. I have not followed in his foot
steps in the way of managing the farm, be
cause I have taken agricultural papers, and
have learned much that was not his to know,
and what's more, the railroad has come with
in three miles of me, so that the old farm
upon which my father toiled so many years,
is worth five times what it was in his day.—
I am not one of the kind of men who croak
and grumble about old times. I enjoy mod
ern times, and would not give up my ma
chines, and go back to the old way of doing
things by hand, for any money. I often won
der if my father can look down from heaven,
and see the mowers and reapers fly over the
old places where he toiled and sweat. I can
not. help chuckling to myself, as I sit in my
sulky, and ride over the old familiar places,
cutting down the grass, and raking it up
again, like half-a-dozen men ; to think my
boys can go to school all the year round, and
never need suffer from the want of learning,
as I do even to this day.
My wife is up to the times", too, and likes
to give her family a good chance in the world.
She is a good manager, rising early, and
ri
sing to some purpose. I owe half of my pros
perity to her help and counsel. My boys
arc growing up healthy, sensible young fel
lows. The two oldest harness up the old
mare and go to the Academy, three miles off,
and, except a little while during hay and
harvest, they do not lose a day all the year
round. The only thing that troubles me is
My daughters. Nancy, the oldest, is a fine,
handsome, smart girl of nineteen. She went
to the district school till she was sixteen, and
then she had learned all there was to learn
there. So we concluded to send her to Mrs.
Drake's Seminary ; about fifty miles off.—
She did get along there amazingly. In two
years she had learned a pile, and besides had
painted beautiful pictures enough to cover
our parlor walls, (though I must confess I
suspect her teacher gave her a lift at that
now and then.) She could sing equal to our
parson's wife, and can start the tunes in
meeting when the Squire's away. She knew
the French for everything around the house,
and understood botany, chemistry, natural
philosophy, and more things than I could
mention.
While she was at Mrs. Drake's she only
came home at Fall and Spring vacations, and
then was so busy sowing and getting ready to
go back again that her mother did not think
it worth while to set her to work. Well, last
Spring she came home fur good, and a joyful
day it was to me. I felt happy to think I
had a daughter who had a good education in
her head, and spry, healthy hands to work.—
But, Mr. Editor, she is a spoiled girl, for
aught I can see, but her mother thinks she
will come to after awhile.
She can't bear to see me in my shirt sleeves
no matter how clean and white, but insists
upon my wearing a linen duster ; for she
has learned that " it is disgusting to eat with
a man in his shirt sleeves." She is right
down ashamed of her mother's hands, be
cause they show that she has been a,•hard
working woman all her life. Our home-made
striped carpets that have always been my
pride, " are not fit to be seen." She won't
let Bob or Dick run about bare-footed, for
she says they look like beggars. She has
written their names in their spelling books
Robbie and Dickie, and written hers Nancie
Smythe. She says she would rather not eat
with servants—that is, our hired man and
woman, who have lived with us six years,
and were born and raised on the next farm.
It makes her sick to smell pork and cabbage.
She has not forgotten how to milk ; but if
anybody rides by when she is milking, she gets
behind the cow and hides her head, as if she
was stealing the milk. I have stood these
things without saying much until last Sun
day;
. when she insisted upon our hired peo
ple sitting up in the gallery, because we
needed all our pew room.
I hired two pews, to have room fur all. I
knew she expected two boarding school mis
ses to make a visit, and was planning to get
our men-folks out of sight. I bolted out at
this, and had a regular blow up, and told
Nancy she was getting rather too big-feeling
entirely for a farmer's daughter. She staid
at home from church and cried all day. I
hate crying women more than a long drought,
so I shan't scold her again. I don't want to
be hard on the girl, but what urn I to do ?
I am willing to let her feed the chickens in
gloves, and spell all our names wrong, and
just as lief have the boys wear shoes ;
but when it comes to overturning, everything
and being ashamed of her father, mother and
home, lam discouraged. I have bought her
a piano,, and let her learn music two years,
for she is naturally musical. She came near
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fainting one night, when the Squire's son,
just out of college, and a whiskered chap
from the city were here; because I said :
" Come Nance, give us a tune on the piany."
I saw something wrong, but couldn't guess
what, for I had on my duster, and wasn't
tipping my hair back, (a vulgar trick, Nancy
calls it.) The nest day my wife told me what
was to pay. I must say I like my old fash
ioned way of pronouncing as well as her new
fashion way of spelling, And only this
morning after breakfast when her ma told
her to shake the table cloth, what does she
do but take it way through the long hall and
out the back door, for fear some one would
see her shake it in the same place where she
had for ten years. I have got a new boiight
en carpet for the parlor, and now she wants
the front windows cut down to the floor.
Yesterday she came to me to know if she
might "teach district school." "No," said I,
"why do you want to teach ? I am able to
keep six girls like you, if I had them. No,
I can't think of your teachint,." Upon this
she began to cry again, and I c stand wo
man's tears, so I said, teach !'• and she is
going to teach 'Winter and Summer, in a lit
tle bit of a school house, not as good as my
pig house, for fear she will get tanned and
freckled, and spoiling her hands helping her
mother.
Now, Mr. Editor, I have given up Nancy,
but I have three fine girls growing up. I
am able and willing to give them all a good
education, ibr I believe in it, in spite of 'the
dreadful blunder I have made. I would like
to know if you can tell me of any place
where a farmer's daughter can get a good
education and not lose her senses. I can't
stand it to have our other girls get too big fur
our old-fashioned farm house; I want them
sensible, well informed women, but I set
down my foot against having them all turn
school teachers.
An Oleaginous Correspondent
The following from a facetious correspon
dent of the Sandusky Register, who writes
to that paper from the oil region in Trumbull
county, Ohio, is about as slippery a corres
pondence as we have seen lately :
" I arrived here at a very late hour last
night, on an oil train, and may as well have
come on train oil, as we were sixteen hours
behind time. All the trains were behind
time, I learn, owing to the accumulation of
oil on the track at this end of the road. The
oil fries out of the ground and lubricates the
rails for a great distance. lire shouldn't ar
rived here at all, if the passengers hadn't got
out and sprinkled the track with cigar ashes.
I slipped out of bed—nobody arises' here;
we all slip into bed, and slip out—at an early
hour this morning, and began my investiga
tions. I found a section embracing fourteen
thousand acres of land, chuck full of oil
springs. Drilling is unnecessary here, as the
oil boils up in springs, sometimes to the
height of twenty-five feet, and is caught in
tin pails as it comes down. On a hut day, I
am told, it is no unusual thing to see the wo
men frying doughnuts in these jets of oil.—
The balls of dough are dropped into the jets,
where they are tossed about like corks in a
fountain, until they are fried by the beat of
the sun. The only species of tree which
abounds here is the slippery elm. These
trees are so slippery a squirrel can't climb
them without dipping his paws in Spalding's
Prepared Glue, a small bottle of which he
always carries suspended about his neck.—
There are a few maple trees here, but no su
gar is made, as nothing but oil runs out when
they are tapped. There is one considerable
sized creek running through Trumbull coun
ty which is all oil. It was discovered a short
time ago in a singular manner. Three boys
went in to bathe, and when they came out
were so greasy that they couldn't stay in
their clothes. As fast as they slipped them
on they would slip off again, and one of the
lads,. in a heedless moment, narrowly es
caped slipping out of his skin. On reaching
home, their parents, being exceedingly fru
gal, wrung them out and extracted fourteen
gallons of pure oil from the three boys !
A Melancholy Sight---A Wreck
Passing along the street our eye fell on a
man sitting in front of a groggery. His coun
tenance seemed familiar, and we turned to
ward him for a moment, but seeing who he
was, we instinctively turned away, in the
hope that we might spare his feelings. This
person we often met a few years ago. He
was then a young man in active business, with
fine prospects ahead. He was a member of
the church, and, so far as we could judge, his
way was open to usefulness and honor. But
alas ! how is he fallen ! " How is the gold
become dim ! How is the most fine gold
changed !" We saw him, who might have
sat among the elders of the land, a poor, stu
pified, besotted drunkard. His fare was cov
ered with those signals of distress that pro
claim a ship-wreck of all character and hap
piness—a -ship-wreck infinitely more sad to
behold than when one stands on the beach to
witness a majestic vessel, laden with the
wealth of India or China, dashed into pieces
upon the rooks. We could have wept at the
sight. How mournful the fact, that proud
and noble Philadelphia can furnish hundreds,
aye thousands of such spectacles !
How was this destruction wrought ? How
was this temple, that might have resounded
with the praises of God, defaced and polluted?
All our readers can answer the question in a
general way. No doubt he became a drunk
ard by degrees. Perhaps only an occasional
glass was first taken for tho sake of good fel
lowship ; perhaps it was at the request of
some fair friend who called him lover. Lit
tle by little it grew upon him. As a sermon
or the sight of a drunkard suggested to him
his danger, he was wont to persuade himself
that he could quit whenever he chose. But
insensibly the habit was formed, which, like
a boa-constricter, now holds him within its
resistless coil. While yet a moderate drink
er, he forged the chain that now binds him
down to the earth—a chain, that he strives,
in vain, to break. Jeremiah alludes in strong
language to the tremendous power of evil
habits—" Can the Ethiopean change his skin
or the leopard his spots ? then may ye also
Editor and Proprietor.
do good who are accustomed to do evil."
Have we the ear of any one who indulges
his appetite for strong drink a little? Let us
ask him to pause at once. Now is the time,
while the maelstrom is afar off. If you wait
until you are once within its vortex you will
certainly be swallowed up unless by a sort of
miracle you escape. Had this poor man stop
ped in time—rather had he never begun—he
might have been a leading man in his calling,
esteemed by all, useful and happy. As it is,
he is clothed with shame and feeds on sor
row—
Unfit for earth, unclooined for Heaven;
Darkness above, despair beneath.
Young man, what are your habits ? Do
you tamper with the cup ? Do you feel and
desire for it ? Do you allow yourself to go to
the bar of the fashionable saloon or associate
with those who do ? Be assured you are in
danger. Why not stand on the safe ground
as to this most alarming wide-spread sin ?
Remember that, as he who goes not upon the
water cannot be drowned, so he who totally
abstains from intoxicating drinks as a bever
age cannot live the drunkard's life nor die
the drunkard's death. " Wine is a mocker,
and strong drink is raging ; and whosoever
is deceived thereby is not wise." " Look not
thou upon the wine when it is red, when it
giveth its color in the cup, when it moveth
itself aright."
fax ite fanitti.
Origin of Fruits, etc
We find the following in an address, deliv
ered by Dr. Charles T. Jackson, of Boston,
before the Plymouth Agricultural Society :
It is the glory of your noble art, that it
possesses almost creative powers.
Not only has every seed been made to pro
duce " after its kind," but also to yield still
other kinds ; not indeed new species, but va
rieties so improved that they cannot by all the
skill of science be identified with the wild
plants from which they originated. Who can
point out the native or original wild grasses,
from which our cereal grains have been pro
duced ? Botanists have suggested that they
must have had such origins, but they have
not been able to identify the particular spe
cies of grasses from which wheat, barley,
rye and oats, have been derived.
Our large, plump, juicy, and mellow ap
ples, are all said to have originated from the
bitter and sour wild crab apple, which dif
fers so much from them that it is difficult for
us to conceive how those rich fruits were de
rived from so bumble an origin.
From an insignificant and almost tasteless
wild fruit, originated all our numerous vari
eties of delicious pears.
Our large, plump, and luscious peach,
would blush at seeing its dry, withered and
bitter father; and our juicy plums would be
slow (sloe)* to recognise theirs. The apricot
and nectarine cannot boast of the excellence
of their ancestors. The apricot is said to be
a variety of the peach.
From nauseous and poison weeds have
many of our garden vegetables sprung. The
tender and juicy asparagus is supposed to
have been, originally, a hitter and disagreea
ble plant, growing upon the sandy shores of
the sea. The cabbage, with its head full of
tender and highly nutritious leaves, was
originally a weed g rowing in meadows by
the sea shore, and the delicate cauliflower has
no better parentage.
Our mealy potato belongs to the same fam
ily with the deadly nightshade, and in its
wild state, was an insignificant plant, with
little tubers not worth digging from the earth,
or of eating when they were dug.
The onion was a nauseous shore plant,
growina t -, in the sand like its relation the me
dicinal squills.
Parsnips, turnips, and carrots, in their
wild state, were also strong, unpalatable
roots, unfit for food.
From small beginnings came our plump,
cereal grains, our rich, juicy, and delicious
fruits, our nutritious esculents, and savory
garden vegetables.
Who, as it were, created wheat, barley and
rye, or first put the wild fruits and vegeta
bles in the way of improvement, we may nev
er know.
The ancients ascribed these creations to
mythological de'les, and thus did the far
mers injustice, unless indeed they meant by
their fables to defy them, and exalt their la
bors.
I would suggest to you that it is highly
probable that the wild rice of the hikes and
rivers in the north-w6tern portions of the
United States, which is a highly nutritious
grain and very prolific, now feeding myriads
of wild geese, ducks, pigeons and other birds,
and supplying winter food to the Indian hun
ter, might be advantageously introduced into
our flowed meadows, and be improved by cul
tivation. The wild sea-kale has been suc
cessfully cultivated in Europe, and is now
extensively used for food.
Progress is a law of nature. From the
earliest dawn of creation, there has been a
constant series of improvements in progress.
Geology reveals that the lower order of sen
sitive beings gave way to those of a higher
grade, until the last term of physical crea
tion was attained in the creation of man,
whose improvement, as a rational creature,
and an immortal soul, is still destined to be
onward and upward.
*The common plum is said to have been
derived from the sloe. The nectarine is con
sidered by some botanists as a distinct spe
cies ; but there can be no doubt on this point,
as the peach itself is nothing more than an
improved or fleshy almond which bears a
similar relation to the peach and nectarine,
as the crab does to the apple,-and the sloe to
the plum.
A FOREIGNER, ivho had mixed among many
nations, - was asked if he had observed any
particular quality in our species that might
be considered universal. He replied, "Me
tink dat all men love lazy.
TARRING SEED CORN.—Writing to the New
England Farmer, R. Mansfield thus speaks
of the benefit of tarring seed corn, a process.
frequently recommended :
" Tar applied to seed corn before it is plan
ted, certainly will prevent the crows destroy
ing it. For more than forty years I have not
been able to detect a single failure, wherever
it was done correctly. Not one person in ten
would probably be successful in their first
endeavor in tarring corn ; to be known, the
operation must be seen. One man dare not
use boiling water, so be fails ; another de
stroys the vitality of the kernel by too great
a degree of heat long continued. I have
known parts of fields destroyed by poisonous
manures, when this single fact was over
looked, and tar, or the birds, was erroneously
supposed to be the cause. Could some pres
ident of an agricultural society, or some pat
tern farmer be induced to try the experiment
of tarring seed corn, I doubt not that in less
than ten years scarecrows would be among
the missing."
The editor of the Farmer adds the proper
mode of tarring as follows : " Our neighbors
practice in this way ; they fill a pail half-full
of boiling water, add about half a pint of
common tar—coal tar is just as good—stir it
until the tar is melted and thoroughly min
gled with the water, then add the corn, stir
ring it well for about ten minutes ; or until
it is completely covered with the tar. Take
the corn out and roll it in plaster or fine ash
es, and the process is completed."
AsornEa MonE.—R. A. Dawson, in the
same - paper tells " how to prevent crows from
pulling up corn" in this wise " Take two
ounces of nitre to a peck of corn ; dissolve the
nitre in half the quantity of boiling water
wanted to cover the corn, then add as much
beef brine, and soak the corn from twelve to
twenty-four hours, then roll in plaster or ashes.
I have followed this plan for more than five
years, and have suffered no loss from crows."
NO. 42.
TICE Crtow.—ln an article on winter birds,
we have this defence in the AI/antic Month/y:
"Ile consumes in the course of the year
vast quantities of grubs, worms, and noxious
vermin; he is a valuable scavenger, and clears
the land of offensive masses of deceased an
imal substances ; he hunts the grain fields,
and pulls out and devours the under-ground
caterpillars, whenever he perceives the signs
of their operations, as evinced by the wilted
stalks ; he destroys mice, young rats, lizards,
and the serpent ; lastly, he is a volunteer sen
tinel about the farm, and drives the hawk
from its enclosure, thus preventing greater
mischief than that of which he himself is
guilty. It is chiefly during seed time and
harvest that the depredations of the crow are
committed ; during the remainder of the year
we witness only his services, and so highly
are these services appreciated by those who
have written of birds that I cannot name an
ornithologists who does not plead in his be
half."
liortx-An.--Dr. Dadd, in his late excellent
work on the Disease of Cattle, treats with
great severity the confrnon opinion that nearly
every disease which attacks cattle is the "born
ail," or " hollow horn," or else " tail-ail"---
the coldness or heat which these parts exhibit
when the animal is sick, being only symptoms.
We lately had a valuable cow taken sick, and
kind neighbors directed the horns to be bored,
the tail to be shortened-in, &c. We suspected
the trouble to arise from accidentally eating
too much grain, producing indigestion, and
attendant evils, and accordingly administered
half a pint of freshly pounded, fresh charcoal
mixed with a quart of water, and poured
down the animal's throat by means of a junk
bottle. This is one of the best, most efficient
safe and certain remedies we ever used for
such diseases. It can scarcely in any case
do injury. In the present instance the hollow
born and tail-ail were soon cured.—Country
Gentleman.
PROFITS OF SHEEP RAISING.-J. W. Wor
chester, of Pittsfield, Lorain county, Ohio,
gives the following statement, showing how
wool-growing pays those who manage it as it
should be. " Last season I clipped 250 sheep ;
the wool sold for $532. I have sold within
the year 74 sheep, which is equal to the num
ber of lambs raised, for SSI4, making $1306,
My sheep are of the Spanish .Merino breed,
and mostly ewes; a few bucks and wethers.
I have kept sheep for the last twenty years,
and consider it the most profitable business a
farmer can engage in." Samuel Toms, of
Elyria, Ohio, says. " I keep on my farm 80
sheep ; my sale of wool amounting to $lO5 ;
sold 10 fat sheep, $9O; fifteen ewes, one ram,
$3lO ; three ewe lambs, one ram, $lO4 ; pre
miums at National State and County Fairs,
$4lO. I have now on hand SO sheep—my
flock is of the pure South-Down and Leices
tershire breeds mostly South-downs."
SOIL FOR PUTTING.—DO not neglect to get
enough of this together before frost conies, to
last all winter. The complicated compost
heaps some writers are fond of expatiating
on, are all a myth and worse, for many of the
keaps would not grow a weed hardly. If
you can get good maiden loam from an old
pasture, cut two or three inches deep only,
laid together long enough to rot the sod, at,d
a quantity of the soil from the wools—that
which has quite a sandy nature, gray rather
than black is best—you hare then the main
ingredients for all ordinary plant growing.—
A few might require the loam to be nearer
approaching to clay than others ; otherwise
it is the best base for a compost heap that can
be obtained. Decayed leaves from the gar
den can be substituted for the soil from the
woods, if the latter cannot be obtained, but
the ibrmer is the healthier of the two.—Edgar
,wanders.
PRESERVING HAMS THROUGH SLIMMER.-
Make a number of cotton bags, a little larger
than your hams ; after the hams are well
smoked, place them in the bags ; then get the
best kind of sweet, well-made hay, cut it with
your hands press it well around the hams in
the bag ; tie the bags with good strings, put
on a card of the year to show their age, and
hang them up in a garret or some dry room,
and they will bang five years, and will be
better for boiling than on the day you hung
them up. This method costs but little, and
the bags will last forty years. No flies or
bugs will trouble the hams if the hay is well
pressed around them ; the sweating of the
hams will be taken up by the hay, and the
hay will impart a fine flavor to the hams.—
The hams should be treated in this way be
fore the hot weather sets in.—South. Farmer.
A CAT lll.Nr.—When a cat is seen to catch
a chicken, tie it round her neck, and make
her wear it two or three days. - Fasten it se
curely, for she will make incredible efforts to
get rid of it. Be firm for that time, and the
cat is cured—she will never again desire to
touch a bird. This is what we do with our
own cats, and what we recommend to our
neighbors ; and when they try the experi
ment, they and their pets are secure from re,
proach and dancer henceforth. Try it,