U =0 TOWANDA,: illdnicsban Illorninn, Dumber 0, 1818. THE OLD FARM HOME. BY X•IIT A. LAWSI3N I love these gray and mos‘grown walls, This ivied porch, this trelliced vine, The lattice with its narrow pane, A relic of the olden tithe; The willow with 'its waving leaves, Through which the low winds murmuring glide, The gurgling ripple of the stream, I.That whispers softly at its side. . The spring-hou'le in its shady nook, Like lady's bower shadowed o'er With clustering trees and creeping plants, That cling around the rustic door— The rough hewn steps, that lend their aid To reach the shady, cool recess, Where humble-duty spreads a scene That hourly comfort learns to bless. l'pland and meadows lie around, . Fair smiling in the sun's last beam ; Beneath . turi solitary tree The lazy cattle idly dream. After the reaper's stroke desends, While faintly on the-Iktenin.= ' ear The teamster's careless whistle Boats, Or distant sung or call 1 hear. And learning on a broken stile. With woods behind and fields before, I watch the.bee who homeward wends Withdadan wing—his labors o'er ; The happy are warbling round Or nestle in the rustling trees, 'Mid which the blue sky glimm4rs down, When parted by the passing breeze. And slowly winding op the road, The wain has reached the old barn floor Where plenty's bend hail firmly heaped The golden grain in richest store. This,'mid the dream-laneof my thoughts, With smihing lip, I own is real, Yet fancy's fairest visions blend With all I see and all feel. Then tell me not of worldly pride And wild ambition's hopes of fame, Or brilliant halls of wealth and pride, Where genius sighs to win a name; Give me fhis , farm-house quaint and old, These fields of grain, - the birds and flowers, With calm contentment peace and health, And memories of my earlier hours. (Fmrn the l'llll e i plias l:ngrrr re r. • 'TIE IN I)I N LOVERS : A. Legend of Niagara. To the country—to the country with me, dear r • Orr.-- • Fitit into the grey old woods, where twi light sleeps forever on beds of golden moss, shad (4l tlio 11\ tall trees, whose limbs, are love-laced with i •!. Out under the wild green arches where the sin ght•creeps through the tangled vines, mournfully subdued as if afraid of its own bright ness; where all around and above, nothing meets the eye but an ocean of clustering leaves ; rising billow upon billow, up to the very skies. Here let us wander and people the forest with creatures that mu.t have livel-beneath its sheltering arms before the white man broke in upon its solitude, and des ecrated a beautiful place reared by the Almighty ! Away up amongst the cliffs that form a'..boundary between the States and Canada, in the centre of a wilderness, whose tall trees fling their 'shadows over the wild, huge rocks, like a death pall over the tomb of the past, the silver bosom of the lake beams out in all its Purity, as if some bewildered fairy hail been •lured mt° the forest, and lulled to eternal slumber by the voluptuous breath of the wild thyme and honeysuckle! All around her bed, a chain of weeping willows bend their long branches Is kiss her bosom, and ever as some stray zephyr hits them from their sweet resting place, tears Os- Acti within their folding leaves—a tribute perhaps to the young, impassioned hearts who lived and loved, and withered, beneath their shadows. Let us follow this worn path leading down the slope, round the velvet border of the lake and otg through yondet vista that opens. like an arching door leading'trom the portals of the forest. Hark ! Do you not already hear the awful voice of Niaga ra come crashing dawn the huge rocks, like some teSrful monster of the antediluvian world, Strug piing in-his agony for freedom ? See how he writh • es and foams in his giant strength, and tosses the white spray, till it hangs like wreaths of snowy flowers up in the very skies! There is a legend about-this wild, magnificent srt, that come back upon my memory, linked wiii4.all the dreaminess 01 childhood. A legend of love—not the less strong and deep and holy, that it beaMe'd the first star u . - on the midnight of an uncultivated heart—not the less wild, intense, and fearful in its despair, that that heart' hail learned its capability of happiness and endurance in the great free school of nature.— Down upon the very verge of the lake, where the wild flowers Wereithe thickest, once rose the prince• • ly lodge of Palarnato, thrfreat warrior of the Warn pilings. Long lines of lesser tents were ranged arolnd, some lost in the,dense foilage,•and otily.re• cognizable by smoke stro._.tgling through the bran• cies, others looking out upon the waters of the ca taract that came tumbling down the rocks in lull view of the encampmeng It was an hour of strange, wild beauty, (so ran the legend) The setting sun poured out its part lag gifts most lavishly, and the tall trees waved to -and fro in the rich light, like 'emerald islands drift login • L e, sea of gold. Wild, fantastic creatures grouperi together around the rude tents, while the dark eyed maidens flinging aside their basket stuffs „sought the lake side to make toilet by its mirror, and with woman's pardonable vanity, admire for a moment, the laughing faces that shone.iapcin its surface. It was the bridal night of their beautiful princess Natameeta, who had been proffered by her fa:her to •the Narrag,anset King as a peace offering, to lay apt) the tomb of the tomahawk, which was to he buried forever in the ground. The fair. est and wisest of •his own and neighboring tribes•, were assembled around the heartnstone of the war rior to witness the consummation of his pledge ; the rdd forest had yielded its brightest treasures o , . ~ . ~ • . - ' - , : ••• '. - = BRADFORD . . REPO' •.-.. , : ,•' .1 . • ~.*:...._=. .,.. . •. A . . . wild roses and other flowers, azd busy hands were waving them over the bridal bed of his beautiful child, while she, the envied bride, was pining al- mom to death with bitter heart-aickuesa. It was la strange blending of determination end fear, of strong intellect uprooted by passion, and made more fear ful from its wasting energies, that glared from the eyes, and seemed burning their way to the brain of the princess ! • Prostrate upon a mat of costly furs, in the full splendor of her bridal diem, she looked the very image of despair. For a Moment a state ly figure darkened the entrance of her lodge, a hea vy footstep, which even the rich matting could not :subdue, sounded in the wigwam, and Polainato stood gazing upon the head-broken girl: but every trace of anguish bad vanished, and her face had °s tunned the rigidity of expression which is`raid to be characteristic of the Indian race. " The bowers are hung with wild thyme and sweet fern," said the warrior, " the torche4 are blazing upon the hills , and yet the daughter of,Pol- amato tarries from the side of her betrothed. Arouse thee, girl, so much weeping has stolen the lustre from thine eyes, the roses frOm uy cheeks, and smiles, not tears, should be the greeting of a King." " Smiles," eaclarmed the young creature ; sudden ly forgetting the part she had assumed and spring- mg to her . leer, " smiles when the heart is break ing. Smiles like the false light which plays and dances on the black cloud when all within is de:so- 'anon ! I tell you, father, I must weep, for my heart is, wolleu like the waters-Qf the great fountain when the 11.mito i 3 angry with them said she, drawing up 41er queenly form to its full height, " bartered far new huntiag gr ounds very far away over the blue hills; and when another moon comes creeping up the sky, its beams will play with the flowers upon my mother's grave, but I shall not be there to welcome them." A smile full of scornful meaning stole over the seem features of Polonium as he bent closely to her and whispered one word, which gathered the blood like a sunset cloud over her fare, neck, and bosom. ear, rich " I hate the Narraptiset," he muttered, " out I cannot shut my eyes. We are weak• and feeble, and the scalps vif our brave warriors are already in the wigwams ; while the trees of the foreSt are not more numerous than the chieftains of that accursed tr,be," and he unwound the beautiful moulded arms that had stolen his neck with a look of moody firtn ness, that told hoW great a victory self interest /lad achieved over his letter nature. It is not because this land is more fair, or these flowers more bright, that the Natameeta would have the war fires lit again on the hills, for Polo inato's eye is keen, and searches deeply, and it saw thy weak heart leaving its old home to follow the Lenape Hunter, to his scanty lodge over the eastern piairies. To-night," said he, as he lifted the heavy skins from the door, " to-night, when the moon comes out in her council, and the torches of the braves are lit upon the hills of the spirit land, then Natameeta must be wedded to the Narragan set !" He his gone ! Chillingly the echo of his footsteps threading the dim forest aisles, fell upon the heart of the princes. "To night," she mnr mured, "to-night:" What a world of waisery,was crowded into those to syl:ables! 'lt is a'biUer les son to the young heart when it first learns that sor row lives in the bright anti beautiful world, and lurks forever in the shadow of happiness. " To night, Natameeta will be wedded, but not to the Narraganset King, for then her soul would wither like the spring flowers, and not die. Methinks there is a strange charm in the enclitrited -fountain to-night," said she, as she looped up the heavy furs ; and stood half poised in the embrazure, gazing up on the cataract, which, in the warm rich light seem ed an immense sheet of burnished silver. It was a beautiful picture, that tall, dark girl stan ding in the door of her rude dwelling. One small foot encased in au exquisitly embroideret' mocca sin, rested upoa the sill of the lodge, and the other stole timidly forth upon the rough stone steps, as if half tempted to go cut among the flowers that nod ded upon the verge of the cataract, yet fearing tg t est herself alone in a spot whose wildness so har monized with the half formed purpose of her heart. A robe of feathers, tastefully platted together with beads and silver loops, composed her dress, gath ered up around her right shoulder, and confined at the waist with a girdle of shells, leaving her arm bare to the wrist, around which circled a bracelet of small silver bells, whose low sweet chime gave out an echo to every movement of her graceful form. Her dark hair fell like a rich waif around a bust of faultless symmetry, and her eyes . looked our from their king lashes, like stars through acloud at midnight. "To-night," fell almost mechanically from her lips, like some deep wait of woe from the sepulchre of buried hopes. "To-night, and the ninon is even now smiling in the eastern sky." A slight crackling in the-bushes, arrested her at tention and with a startled look, she stepped forth and bent down in a listening attitude, till her face nearly touched the ground. " They are coming," she exclaimed after abrief pause. "I hear their footsteps issuing from theen campment—their voices echo from the hills—their torches glimmer through the trees—nearer—near er, they come—and now." " Natameeta," whis pered a voice at her side, and a dark, toil worn fig are crept from the shadows of the lodge. A dress of coarse bark rudely woven together, and ragged and torn with long journeying through the forest, hying loosely upon a frame that seemed to have shrunken by some sadden blow, front its usual pro portions. A broken bow and a hunting knife were slung to his waist by a coil of twisted bark, and a few useless arrows released themselves from the quiver and fell to the ground, as he emerged from hie concealment. He wore no ornaments except a bracelet of rare shells woven together with long black hair, and linked with 'bells of similar work manshin? with those of the young princess: His haw, wild, and disordered, was matted with burrs, and drawn back from the forehead, where the chords and viens were swollen with hideousness, PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY, AT TOWANDA, BRADFORD COUNTY, PA., BY E. O'HARA GOODRICH. I am solii,'• • ei ovum:ass* or owiuscUrion *NON ANT QUARTZ/2? giving to the large eyes, almost protruding from , their sockets, a glimmering of fearful insanity. A shudder thrilled through the veins of the princess as she gazed upon his seeming specter, till her eye fell upon the embroidered bracelet, and then with her face radiant with joy, She sprang forward and lay upon his bosom, motionless, as if excess of hap piness had deprived her of existence. " They told me you would wed the Narraganset King," said the Lenape, winding his brawny arms still more closely around the yielding form of the beautiful girl. " Tilly told me you would wed the Narraganset King, and fourteen suns have seen me toiling through the forest and' over the prairies to restore the pledge you gave me here, by the lake side ; under the shadow of the willows ► " and he raised her head from its throbbing pillow ► and gaz. ed into her eyes with an expression of earnest soli ci•ude, as if he would there search out the -trilth which he longed yet so dreaded tO learn. t' They told me truly, Nataineeta," said he, as her eyes quailed beneath his. anguished look. " You love the Narraganset, and who should find it out so soon as 11 I give you back your heart—mine I cannot, I would recall, for the blood is freezing in every pore, and I will die when another calls you wife. I will die praying the Manito for blessings on your head—for light over your pathway—for happirfess around the hearthstone of your wigwam. I will die beneath its weight of love, while you in your happiness, will forget that it ever lived." And his voice grew tremulous with emotion, and he strove to unclasp his hands from the grasp of the princess, before she could see how womanly his heart w•as becoming " Forp,-et you 1" said she, " never, never Oneeta, -Sim yours, heart and soul, in life or death! I have sworn it in the hush of twilight, when the wind had locked the old woods to sleep. I have sworn it in :he deep silence of the night, and the oath went up :with the mist of the enchanted fountain, and was written among the stars. I have sworn by my mo ther's grave— ay, last night, when they told me I shout] . wed another. I crept down there by her side, heart-wom and weary, and prayed that she would come back to me only for one minute, that I might lay - my head upon her bosom and weep 4_ She heard me, Oneeta, for even whiles( knelt, a bright star came slowly trailing from the spirit land and rested in the flowers upon het grave. Then my heart was like a bird, for I knebr that star was the smile of my mother!' " Die—dog of the Lenape," shouted a fierce voice by the side of the lovers, and a tomahawk came whizzing by, cutting the moon-beams in its progress, and burying itself up to the handle in the tree against which they leaned. The Narraganset, wily as he was, bad missed his aim, and exasperated at his failure, with the feroci ty of hungry tiger, he sprang at the throat of his vic tim. The contest was short bat terrible. The toil worn Lenape was no equal fir the savage. It was but the work of a moment to crush to the ground and plant his knee upon the hnnter'e breast. Stron ger and Stronger grew the death grasp around his victim's throat, while his own became livid with the contending passions of 'malice and revenge, presenting an awful contrast to the purple visage of the strangling mail. Another minute and the victory would have been complete, but the quiet eye of Natameeta had de tected the hunting knife ih her lover's girdle and with the boldness of determination which never deserts a woman in peril, she sprang torward, seized the knife, and was open the point of strik ing ; but the Narrag,anset, becoming aware of his danger, gave one loud, shrill cry that arrested her arm, and sent the blood rushing like fire upon her brain. Fearfully the war whoop mingled with the scornful laugh of the Indian, and rolled through the ,dim aisles of the forest, and fearfully • was it echoed by a thousand savages, who required but the thought of blood to arouse all the revolting passions of their nature. Onward and onward pressed the flood of human beings, like the waves of the sea, agitated by some dreadful storm. Half naked forms hideous in their gloating madness; were seen through the cracking bushes. Torches woke up the, sleeping shadows, and illuminated the woods with an awful brilliancy, What was to be done-? The next moment would usher in a death-song for the hunter—a marriage channt for the maiden ! The thought was too horrible for endurance. Die she might, and that too, without a fear, as befitting her daring race, but to wed the murderer of her lover, even with the body of that lover lying ghastly and pale before her—never.— It was a desperate resolve—an awful resolve for a woman's hand, that rushed upon her brain with its maddening influence. She had calculated upon the chances of an injury sufficient to prevent his pursuit, but not on the death of the Narraganset.— Now ths was her only hope of escape, so grather ing up her strength for one desperate trial, she managed by a wily movement to throw the Indian off his guard and before he could recover himself, the knife was buried in his heart, and with?ut a groan he fell dead at her feet. " Up, up, Oneeta," said she as the Indaia's hand loosened in his death struggle from around the hunter's throat. "Up to the great fountain. We will die as we have lived with our hearts braided together 1 rtgoto the charmed waters—see how they glide-over the rocks like a shower of stars from the, spirit land. Those stars shall be our marriage , bed of floviers. The Glori ous etches that circle in the mist above them, shall bend over our pathway as we sail on the home of the braves. Remember—Natameets must be marri ed tonight, and so she will, and herh6ad pdlowed on the bosom of her bethrothed, beneath the waters of the such:Wed fountain." "Hark, Onsets, they have scented the blood of the Narraganset— see where they bend over bun— and now they are on our path—one effort more and we are free, Oneett,free P and a light silvery laugh, which told anything br=.ehimed in with the deep bass of the , while the hoares voices of the pursuers grew every moment Lean r and nearer ; but the lovers heeded them not for they were far up the rocks, by the bed of the waters, launching a fairy ttanoe of birch bark, w hich the princess had seized and borne along with them in their flight. It was a glorious night. A night that death would choose for the eternal spirit-union of young hearts. A night to fill the soul of intellect v ith vague lon gings to plant the flower of immortal. Nu won der then, that those vague Urgings should so till the hearts of these simple forest children. BeaUty and sublimity combined to fling a halo of glory i around the wildemessof the scene. Even the fierce war riors, bent on blood, became silent and subdued, as they rested on the rocks and looked out upon the swift waters of the cataract as far as the eye could reach, a hike of flowing silver, testing dreflm ingly in the warm light, or gliding onward and On ward, almost impreceptibly nearing the fatal abyss, till upon the very verge of the fall, becoming sud denly aware of its danger, it seemed for a moment to rftist the tide, then dashing madly over the preci pice to be lost in the gulf below. The moon flung her beams among the mist that circled above the waters, and wove into a thousand gorgeous rain bows. Living diamonds ,sparkled through the brilliant coloring, and, in the mist of rainbows and diamonds, as if the angels had built for nom an arch of glory, the fairy bark of the lovers came gli ding down the lake, like some beautiful spirit float ing in the moonlight. Firm and erect they stood amidst the gathering boom—no semblance of fear upon their faces—no terror in their hearts ! Onward and onward glided this little bark, with its freight of loving spirits amid the deafening yell of the terrified savages. Once and once only, a shade of sadness deepened upon the brow of the princess, for her ear had caught amid the chaos, the wild cry of her father, but bit ter memories crop into her heart; and gathering the fainting form of her lover more closely to her bosom, as the boat trembled upon the verge of the fall, her last words came floating back :—" To night Natameeta must be wedded !'' Louder and more melodious swelled the chorus of the waters, as they closed over this strange scene of love and death ; and brighter and more glorious grew the tinted arches, as the foam wreaths burst their clasps from the brow of the Niagara, and scattered their white flowers over the marriage bel of the Indian Lovers. THE LEARNED Fianna.—A faecal who was in Hingham yesterday, took occasion to visit the little girl, who, it is said had succeeded in taming the fishes in a pond at that place, so they would eat out of her , hand. He found that the stories which had been related in relation to these.fishes, e had not been exaggerated. The little girl who has thus acquired a control over the otherwise usually shy inmates of the water, is about seven years old.— She is small of her age, and a very interesting and intelligent girl. She goes to the edge of the pond with a piece of bread in her hands, and calls her pets, in her childish, though musical voice, g• peaty, pouty." The fish in the pond, principally horn-pouts with some pickerel, and other fish, immediately flock to the rock on which she stands, and receive from her hand the food which she has.proiided. They seem not to be in the least afraid of the little girl but suffer bet to handle them without moving. One large pout, in particular seemed considerably pleased at being patted and stroked on the back. With a view of testing the tameness of the fish, the mother of the little girl took a piece of bread, and . went to the water's edge. The fish came towards the bread, but probably discovering that it was offered by a stranger, immediately darted away —Boston Journal. Splarr or Rcumos.—Christ re-established unity of human nature. He taught us the principles* of human justice, and the grand secret of all happi ness and harmony on earth and in heaven—love. Till we arrive at this point of his system, we are unacquairtted with Christianity, and ignorant of our nature and destinies. The dogmas and mysteries that even the very highest disciples have wrapped around this glorious sun of the Christian system—this all-embracing sentiment of universal love—have only obscured its light from,pe, and screened from us its vital warmth. The gospel does not consist in doctrines and ceremonies but love. But to love'we must ktiow who are worthy of love ; and here again the revelation. of Christ em • braced The infinite " Thou shah love thy neighbor as thiself." And then came the question—" Who is my neighbor ?" And the answer, expressed in an immortal story was" Every one who needs thy help." Soctxx Love.—How sweet as social aflection ! When the world is dark Without we have light within. When cares disturb the breast, when sor• row broods about the heart, what joy gathers in the circle we love We forget the world witn all its animosities, while blessed with social. kindness. That man cannot be unhappy, who has hearts that vibrate in sympathy with his own, who is cheered by the smiles of aflection and the voice of tender ness. Let the world be dark and cold, let the bate and animosity of bad men gather about him in the place of business—but when he enters the ark of love, his own cherished circle, he forgets these and the cloud passes from his brow and the sorrow from his heart. ,The warm sympathies of his wife. and children dispel every shadow and be feels a thrill of joy in his bosom which: words are not adequate to express. He who is a stranger to the joys of social kindness has not began to live. Wrreotrr 'religion the highest endowments of in tellect can only render tho possessor more danger ous if he be ; if well-disposed only more unbappy.—/kuthey. Cow Hasitts.—The man who will abandon a friend for an error, knows but little of the human character, and shows that his_heart is as cold as his judgment is weak., Butter-Making In Wand. Eorrcrts Ccurrvrroa.—:As I bad some dairy-Gut: ming experience in Holland, and wail for aittantar of years manager. of an extensive Lim where but ter was made, in the Northern part of that coun try, where the best article for market is produced, I thought it not unfit to give yoor readers a deserip, Lion of the way the Hollandent" make Lauer, which often keeps one year or more. We milk from 40 to 60 cows, of a breed called " Lakeveldsche," after their originator. This breed of cattle was obtained like the BakeweU sheep,. by scrupulously breeding the best animals, till the highest point or perfection far the dairy was obtain ed. They are invariably white, with a black, cloth-like spot lon the• back, and down the sides; their size is equal to the Durham cows I have seen in America. The milk . of these cows is gen erally rich, altho u gh one animal will differ some times lamely from another in this respect. They -sell commonly for 80 guilders, {832) each. I have often paid as high as 150 guilders for an extra milker. • Although these animals are always liighly fed and well kept in all seasons, they are cons•autly poor while they are milked; this is one of their best qualities, us they turn every • thing into milk. We took from 18 to 8 quarts of , milk a day throughout tr.e year, according to seasons; the highest point, and the best milk is obtained in Ap.il and the to..ining of May, whorl the elide get the new clover and grass.. At that period, the but ter is of the finest possible flavor and sells,' made up in fancy figures and adorned with the first flow ers of spring, Whose eo'ors quaint Hine d s pei d the meadows for 50 and 40 cents (American ,currency,) the pound. The average price North Holland butter cl i\ commands, from wholesal dealers, throughout the year, is 15 cents, per pond, American curren Our cows were always fed in the stable, and turned out in open yard twice a day, for exercise, and to cleanse their places by a liberal application of water and broom rubbing, of which last two ar ticles, the Dutch dairyman is most lavish, no filth nor litter being ever allowed to remain in the sta ble at the time of milking. Thb whole secret of making such superior, and long keeping high-flavored butter, is according to my observation, only to be found in the most min ute cleanliness in the manipulation generally, and in the utmost nicety in the keeping of the milk, cream vessels and apartments, joined to 'plenty of white (Dutch) clover, and the use of salt, obtain . ed by evaporation of sea s water. Every morcing before sunrise, the cows were fed and turned out, the dung and all filth removed, and the doom and windows opened. Atter airing the stable, they were placed back again, and milk ed, the milk, taken to the dairy-maid, was placed in shallow earthen pans (glazed inside) which stood in a reservoir of cool water, purposely let in before every milking. In the course of the day she dipped off the cream, by the aid of a. flat hol low wooden dish, as often as it rose to the surface of the milk, which in no case is suffered to get sour before the cream is taken off. The cream was poured into large tube, in - the form of a Dutch chum, and stirred several times in the day. I should have stated that the night's milk was put in the pans in the same way, and ski - mined Off before the morning's milk was brought in; the cream of the last being added to that of the first, the whole was suffered to get sour together. If the cream did not turn sour by itself, it was caused to do so by adding some acid cream to the eoptents of the tubs. Churning was performed by horse-power; some times once a day and sometimes every other day, according to the fitness of the cream ; the churn apparatus was so arranged that a regular motion of the dasher could be adapted to the. seasons of the year. After the butter was separated it was taken out by a strainer made of silver wire, and put in a brass tray, in which it was left to harden for a few hours, in the reservoir alluded to above. When hard enough to knead well, the buttermilk,Was all pressed out, not a particle visibWo the eye being left, after which the dry butter was salted - and the salt worked in. The hand, often dipped in ice cold water, him hitherto performed the expulsicn of the buttermilk. After the salt was added, only a wooden ladle, perfectly sweet, touched the but ter, and the milk-like brine which is expressed un der the operation of saltier, is dried off by press. ing clean linen towels on the butter. The next operation is putting the butter, down in the firkin ; this i 4 made of white oak '(slightly dif ferent' from the American white'oak, it being los er-grained,) and-when destined for a sea voyage or long keeping, only old firkins, which we col lect for the purpose, were used, after the same re madewe sweet by scalding brine. • The bottom ofthe vessel was sprinkled and the sides rubbed with pulverised salt, and the Wier peeked - in such a manner that no cavities nor brine ever remained in or between the successive layers; the firkin be ing fined, a layer of salt was rubbed on the surface, and a clean sheet of white piper placed over the salt, while the nailing on of a hollow wooderrifialr, completed the article for market and for tramper. tation to any part of the world,- It is incredible to any body who has not made close observations on the subject, how easily milk lis changed by thetemperafravv, rind'above alt how' easffyit is affected by the vessels wherein it is kept, as also, how much, almost magical influence, the personal cleanliness of the dairi4maid has, on the article of .batter produced. Dairymen who have the same herbage, will not produce the same quality of butter, nor get the same price in market, because the prolecrion of the one itl.diatioahished by a pleasant, yellow, inviting coloe and admirable flavori.whilei that of the other is depreciated by, a whitish, cheesy-like appearance, indifferent taste, and esomeflnir flabby texture, Some people, ow ing to a peculiarity atxnit ~ p erson, never tun make butter that will keep for a loos time. .s y'. . _.st—.. SEM . . • it,tiz , a rule with the hairy - w omen of my ',canary, 'sever to pat. milk. Cream Of bnuer, twice in the same vessel, without scalding, airing, and if pos sible, summing. I have eaten better of oar Own tir.ke, that had been sent among ship stores, passel the equator to the island of- Java, and was brought back again perfectly sweet and fresh. The cows, by the construction of the stable, were di:ided on be t t sides ofa floor, 26 feet wide, with large doors tor a Wagon loaded with green herbage or hay to drive through ; before and antler the head of The cattle, were troughs built of brick, for their drink aid food, with a pump so placel that the wa ter, letin the troughs, could be drained cod et the o?posite end Gutters were pro Sided behind the cows, tcl„reeeive the solid and liquid excrements, which by theirown gravity, and finally by sweep mg and cleaning, - were conveyed to a cistern, where compost was formed by admixture of wad out of the bottom of ditches, which in Holland di vided the meadows and take the place of formes. -This compost was carried out and scattered over the meadows in the spring, as soon as the water of which I shall have occa in to speak directly is drawn oft. Meadows and pastures iu Holland, are situated on what is called " Polders;'' a polder is a ssufwe of level lan I, measuring from 20 to 4 miles square, and not unfrequently 20 dr 30 feet below the ad joining river, which glides in rapid matron along the embankments that protect the land forcibly against the intrusi ni of its boisterous Waters. These embankments called "dykes," are kept in good re prir by the joint contributions of the different own ers of the polder. Rain-water is worked out by stationary windmills, also the joint pmperty of -tbe owners, (called " Ingelanders ;") in fall and win ter the rain-water is antlered to accumulate and in undate the lands, which then frequently present the appearance of a.large (Aux This is done in order to kill noxious weeds, and give the soil the i benefit of irrigation. In Mareb or Febuary the wa tear is pumped off. and the manure put on as. be fore described. In this manner land is made to produce an abundance of fresh herbage, consisting principally of white clover e from April till Septem ber, or the same is cut twice, and made into excel lent hay for winter forage, without even tweaking the sod or using a plow. The Dutch dairymln never produces grain, not even fot his own consumption ; his whole atten tion is undividedly applied to making, in the best possible style, the ankle for which he is SP justly celebrated. If my countryman could be made' to - believe that America ba4 such an extensive command of cheap land, adaptedifor the dairy business, joined o an unlimited home market for the article, they certainly would escape from the feudal vexations. under which they now suffer, and' like me, seek refuge in the land where Liberty holds the sceptre, and where every one can enjoy the reward of honest labor, without being compelled, as they are to give-up one half of their hard earnings to a reek profligate and Squandering government I would add, that the-land on. which I am loca ted is well adapted for dairy-fanning, the closer and grass stringing up spontaneously, after clear ing; the climate is, by the elevation, (1,000 feet above the Tennessee river,) temperate; my ther mometer last summer never rose abover.94° in the sun, while that inedruinent generally ranged be- . tween 60° and 70 ° in the shade. The facilities by which butter can be sent to the .southern markets, Charleston, Savannah, Augusta, &c., secures ready sale to any body who wants to undertake the ma kitig of it in this region. • Land can be bought here for 51,25 an acre. I bought mine from Nicholas Haight of New-York,/.. who I suppose would give all necessary informa tion about the same. ALIA C. RICHARD: Walden's Ridge, Hamilton Co , Tenn., June 26. EurrtNu A NEWSPAPER—We never could see the virtue of the boast which is so often made by pa pers and magazines, that so large a portion of their pages is original. Such originality is often Maintain ed at the expense of the worth. The beet exchanges of our acquaintances are by no means those which have the greatest amount of original matter.— There is more of editorial tact and talent required to make proper and practical 'selectior.s, than is put in requisition by the production of the vaunting or iginal papers Who seem to regard originality as the only requisite for a good periodical. A good news, paper is always dependant upon other resources than its own. And the boast of a periodical that is entirely original is too often like the boast of a li brary-if it should claim - to *re the production• of only one author.—Lynn 'News: MAKING WOVNIX9 Wortss.—. man strikes me w:th a sword and inflicts a wound. - Suppose in toad of binding up the wound, I am showing it to every body; and after it has been bound up, I . am taking ofi the bandage continually and-exaininink the depth of the wound, and mating. it to fes teilill my limb becomes nreatly tnflamad, aa my general health is materially °fleeted ; is therea•per son in the world who would not call me a fool? Now such a fool is he, who, by dwelling upon lit tle injuries or insults or provocations, causes them o agate and inflame the mind. How much Miter were it to put a bandage over the wound 'and nev er look -.at it again. Pocrar.—How many oaght•to feel, ondurstaral, and enjoy poetry, that are quite insensibleto How many ought not to 4 atterrigt to create / it , .who waste themselves in the fruitless enterprise! It is a sickly fly that has no plate for honey! it must be aeonceited one that tries to it: • hissrmtk—We look with wonder at the specta cle which uttooomy ,pteseats to -as .of thousands ,of worlds, and systems of world!, weaving together theirlarmonions movements in one great whole; but the view of the he6rfs of men furnished by his tory conidered ass combination of bogtaphiea, is immeasurably mote awful and astonishing, " • /3E VNT4MMit p
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