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EBEXSiilM, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1833.
VOL. 1 AO. J.
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For the Democrat and Sentinel.
To Miss E. C .
Oh ! tis sweet in a world of deception like this,
To find one true heart that to friendship is given,
.And feel in its confidence earth's only bliss,
That mortals enjoy upon this side of Heaven ;
Then turn not away from me that gentle look,
That is with affection and tenderness beaming.
The world and its follies, we mortals can brook,
If lovers and friends are not false to their seeming.
Thy heart is as free from all youthful deception,
As the spirits that sing around Allah's bright
throne,
Thy smiles banish sorrow and heartfelt dejection,
And happiness reigns where its worth was un
known ;
The afflicted in anguish seek thy consolation,
Contentment to find from remorse's dark power,
And leave thee with hearts full of reanimation,
As the rose, when refreshed by the gentle spring
shower.
Excuse me fair maid if in love's gentle strain,
I indulge in those words that ate full of emotion,
As the Pagan who kneels to his Idol retains
Not a thought nor a wish, that can render devo
tion ;
Like the dove in the tempest in search of repose,
My poor wounded spirit is oroy bereft,
Then smile on me dearest while here I disclose,
That I love you to madness, yes ! orrr the l-ft.
AMFJIGIN.
tutlts anb j?!itt(bfs.
A True Tale of a Funeral.
The point of the anecdote we are about to re
late would he more appreciated were the parties
who figure in it as well known here as they are
in the city where the incident occurred. But as
it i, it may not prove unamusing to our readers.
There is a long-established and well-known
club, in a northern metropolis of our country,
one of the original members of which is a gentle
man of the old school, a man of wealth and leis
ure, remarkable for the staid bgnity of his man
ners, the primitive regularity of his habits, and
his extreme devotion to the club, of which he is
exceedingly proud. There he is to be found at
almost all hours, making it his home and enjoy
ing the comforti! and conveniences it affords with
tiM most complacent satisfaction. He is, in some
fcort, its oracle in certain matters, and is, more
over, the living record of its history from the be
ginning, doing its honors to visitors from other
places, and keeping up its dignity and character
to the best of his ability.
One of his strong points is to see to it that on
the decease of any one of the members of the
club, the funeral is attended by as many of the
survivors as possible, so that an occasion of the
kind is always sure to be quite an event in its
history. Not long ago, one of the most eminent
of its number, a gentleman distinguished in the
literature of the country, s the author of several
interesting and able books of foreign travel, died ;
awl, of course, the members of the club determi
ned to attend the funeral, several of them, the
hero of our tale among the number, being desig
nated as pall-bearers. The solemn services were
to be performed at one of the principle churches
in tho city, and thither, on the afternoon appoin
ted, the gentlemen repaired to assist in them-
Filtering tho porch, he asked tiie sexton to show
him to the place bet apart for the occupancy of
tho pall-bearers, and was shown into a pew,
W sat a single individual, who happened to
he not a liicmkT of the club, but a person who
was, for some reason or other, peculiarly obnox
ious to our hero, and who, for our present pur
pose, may bo considered as entitled to tho cogno
men of Jones.
Though disappointed at not seeing a brother
member in the place designated for him to occu
py, rather than Jones, our friend composed him
self as well as ho could, under the circumstances,
aad paid a decent attention to the service, which
commenced immediately after he entered. At
the close, the corpse was lifted by the sexton and
his assistants, and borne down the. broad aisle
of the church, followed by the pall-bearers, Jones
and his dignified companion taking the lead. On
arriving at the door they found carriages await
ing them, the place of sepulture being some four
r five miles distant from the city. On entering
tb first carriage, the Colonel as we shall call
our friend of the club found that his solitary
companion on this sad journey was still to be
the obnoxious Jones. But with his usual digni
ty be suppressed his feelings an. I resolved to
make the best of his annoying situation.- He
even went so far as to make some corteous re
marks to his fellow mourner, talked of the virtues
and accomplishments of the eminent deceased,
and eloquently and feelingly regretted his loss.
Jones, of course, was sympathetic, and the slow
and measured ride to the secluded city of the
dead was at length concluded.
It was not until after nightfall that the funeral
cortege reached home. Having dropped Jones
at his doiuicil, down town, the Colonel ordered
the driver to set him down at the club. Arriv
ing, he entered the principle parlor of the estab
lishment, where were assembled a goodly number
orthe mom hers, reading the evening paper?, smo
king segars, or conversing. Taking a seat, he
commenced an indignant survey of the party pres
ent, and after some time spent in " nursing his
Wrath to keep it warm," his pent up feelings
found vent in this wise :
" Well, gentlemen ! You are a fine set of fel
lows to be members of such a club as this ! Am't
you ?"
" What's the matter now. Colonel ?" exclaimed
several at once.
" What's the matter ? By ! I have been
a member of the Club for five and thirty
years, and never saw it disgraced before to day !
Yes, disgraced ! I am ashamed of my member
ship in it ! And so you all ought to be of
yours !".
" But my dear Colonel." said one of the aston
ished party, " for what reason ? What has given
you offence ? Pray tell us."
" I have been a member cf this club five and
thirty years, and have buried more than a dozen
of its members ; but I never went alone to one
of their funerals before to-day. Where were you
all this afternoon ? Here was one of the most
eminent men in the club, yes, in the world, bur
ied to-day ; and the only pall-bearers were my
self and that d d Jones !"
" Jones ? What Jones' ? We were all at s
funeral. We saw no Jones there, nor you either,
Colonel. What arc you talking about ?" inter
jected several of the gentlemen addressed.
" That's all very well," rejoined our irate he
ro.," but I looked all over the church and not
one of you could I see, to keep me in counte
nance. Do you think I would have rode five
miles and back again, on a dog trot, in the same
coach, with that fellow Jones, if I could have
found a gentleman within hailing distance ?
AYhat right had such a man as Jones to Ix; there
at all ? What did he even know of , who,
when alive, would have as soon been seen speak
ing to a boot-black as to him ? And a pall-bcar-er,
too ! And in the same pew, and the same
coach, with io !"
" Why, Colonel ! I tell you we were all there.
We went down to , and saw the sod piled
upon the grave of our lamented brother. It is
now long since we returned, and we had not done
wondering what could have kept you, of all the
members of the club, away from the funeral,
when youcamc in in high wrath with everybody,
and your story about Jones. There is some mis
take heie, Colonel !"
A light began to glimmer over the case in the
puzzled mind of the excited veteran. Lowering
his tone somewhat, he asked slowly :
" Do you say, gentlemen, that you attended
's funeral, thi3 afternoon?"
" Most assuredly," replied all in a breath.
" At St. Thomas' Church ?"
" Certainly, and nowhere else!"
" To-day ? This afternoon ?"
" Of course, Colonel ! of course !"
" At 4 o'clock ?"
" No ! my dear fellow ! at three .'"
" Then, gentlemen, I'm d d if I haven't been
at the wrong hum's funeral .''"
Feast of the Eaters.
No one but a poet could have conceived this
most admirable prose poem. A whole volume of
thought, food for reflection, is embodied in the
beautiful dream ; and the whole is worth further
credit than is usually given to daily newspaper
articles. The author, William E. McLaren, local
editor of the Cleveland Plain Dealer, is a poet of
fine promise; and this "Wonderful Supper of
the Haters" does him credit. We copy it from
the Plain Dealer :
There M as once a Supper that was sr5 full of
love and glory and divinity that man has ever
since commemorated it. It was a supper of Love.
The table was surrounded by the holy men whose
souls burned with love, and their eyes were all
turned upon One Beaming Face, and their hearts
drank in the great truths He uttered. It was a
sublime scene.
Dreams are often not the nicaniuks.s things j
we usually think them. A dreamer dreamed one
night some weeks ago about a Supper. But it
was utterly antipodal to the supper of Love. The
table appeared similar, and, in fact, all the ac
eomjmnying circumstances seemed the Same.
But there was no beaming look of dory no hn
gello smile no Godlike brow no heavenly light
of eye. Nor did those who sat at the table seem
happy. A fiend was nestling in every eye, and
lurking in every heart, like a gnawing disease.
They did not look at each other as at brothers,
nor as at all like of the same race of beings. As
each one spoke he scowled. He seemed like a
weed of subtlest poison, casting a noxious incense
upon the air all about him. There were many,
many more at this table than at that where the
" beaming face of glory" was.
" I hate," said one, " hecasue I love to hate.
There's nothing good in this world. I love my
selfbut no more no more. I hate everybody
becausc because I hate them."
" I hate," said a huge, burly, black whiskered
fellow, " because men hate me. They have im
prisoned me, disgraced me. I'm not innocent,
and wouldn't be. So I hate 'em all."
A sleek, white-necked, black-clothed, city par
son next spoke. " I hate the Rev. Dr. Bobalink
because he is more popular than I ; because his
church has a taller steeple and a prettier pulpit ;
1-eeause men call him 'pious' and me only 'good.'
Besides, he gets $3l0 more salary than I !" And
the preacher was about to pray that his hate
might le increased, but he was interrupted by a
man who sat opposite him.
" I hate," said he, " because I cannot help it.
I hate man because 1 hate God. I disbelieue ev
erything. There is no truth in the world, nor in
heaven. There is no heaven and no God. The
idea of a future existence is loathsome. Ask me
to love men ! Tshaw ! why not a dog as well !"
And he struck the tabic an emphatic blow.
" No man can measure ray hate," said a red
nosed man, with a vacant eye and a nervous
arm ; " it might have Ixen different but for rum.
I hate man because I have in ado myself a brute.
But there's one thing I love love forever thnt's
whiskey !" And he seized a bottle of liquid fire,
and guzzled a draught to drown memory.
A pale woman, in a gaudy dress, said she ha
ted man and woman, and God and life. " I am
a ruined wretch, without hope in the world, and
why should I love ? They have degraded, sha
med, and spit upon me. They have led me from
virtue's path, and I walk in the ways of hell. I
have no soul but hate." , . .
Many Others who sat at that horrid supper of
Hate told their stories. Occasionally a chorus of
curses would rise like a song of fiends. It re
minded one of that " wailling and gnashing of
teeth" spoken of by llim who once sat at the
Supper of Love. The spirit of hate seemed to
hang over them like a cloud, and envelop them
in a Cimmerian darkness.
As they proceeded with their terrible org-, a
halo of light seemed to form above them, and, as
they looked up, they were struck dumb. Silently
a vision of glory was unfolded to their eyes. Far
above, they saw a tabic, around which was seat
ed thousands of immortals, clothed in the rai
ments of immortality. In their midst sate He,
whom ther crowned in thorns and spat upon.
Golden letters glittered in the clouds around the
vision, and the terror-stricken haters read such
words, as these : "Goo is Love" " Love one
Another" " Come unto mk all te that are
weary axb heavy laden, an'!) i will give you
REST."
The Haters fell upon their knees, and, as the
dream ended, they were praying.
fiZz A Yorkshire huntsman, in trying to prove
that " the fox is the farmers best friend," states
some interesting, though inconclusive facts. He
says :
" In Yorkshire, there are ten packs of fox
hounds, one pack of stag hounds, and rive or six
of harriers, equal in all to thirteen or fourteen
packs of fox hounds. Thirteen packs of fox
hounds, of fifty couple each namely, twelve
hundred hounds, consume annually two hundred
tons of oatmeal, at the cost of two thousand and
six hundred pounds, besides the carcasses of
about two thousand dead horses, worth nothing,
if no hounds were kept- There are at least one
thousand hunting men in Yorkshire, kecpingnp
on an average four torses each ; four hundred hor
ses will cost them two hundred thousand pounds,
at fifty Tpounds each ; and their keeper at fifty
pounds per annum, makes two thousand pounds
more, four thousand horses employ two thousand
men as grooms, generally the offspring of the
agricultural population, and consume annually
forty thousand quarters of oats, two thousand
quarters of leans, and eight thousand tons of hay
and grass. U fox hunting was given up, where
would the farmer find a market for tlic above
produce, or for a well bred horse of four or five
years old! "Foxes are the farmer's friends."
Some people would infer from the above state
ment that foxes are the farmer's worst enemies ;
since farmers earn the greater part or the vast
sum required to keep the fox hunting system go
ing, and pay it in the form of rent i
Mr. DaiESBAcn Injured Br a Pet Tiher. On
Saturday evening, at the Broadway Theatre,
New York, Mr. Driesbach, as usual, entered the
den, in which were a lion, three leopards, a lion
ess, and a Brazilian tiger, for the purpose of ex
hibition. Scarcely, however, had he commenced
the performance, when, from some unforeseen
cause, the tiger sprang at Mr. Driesbach. The
unexpected attack threw him from his feet, and
the beast instantly fastened his teeth upon the
breast of Mr. Driesbach and the claws upon the
other part of his IkkI-. The lioness, observing
the attack, took the part of her master, and
pitched into the tiger ; but in doing so she un
luckily missed the tiger, and struck Mr. Dries
bach a powerful blow with her paw, v hich only
tended to increase the difficulty already pending.
Mr. Moffit, the principal attendant during the ex
hibition, kept the other animals back from enter
ing into the meelce, as they seemingly felt inclin
ed to do so ; at the same instant he opened the
door., and In main iv j g.p'cJ .Mr. Driesbach
from the den. He was immediately conveyed to
a private room, and a physician sent for to dress
the injuries, which, on examination, proved only
to be flesh wounds. The turer is a pet animal,
but had not been exhibited for three months, and
it is supposed the gas light and the crowd of
spectators confused and excited him, which led
to the attack.
Thinking Aloud. The couurc of true love
never does run smooth. A young gentleman of
our acquaintance lately found it so ; and, as he
thought to punish the hesitating fair one, rushed
off and married himself t another. He was a
splendidly handsome fellow. The subject being
talked of at some party, one or the company said,
" Was it not very suddon ? I did not know that
ho was even acquainted with her." He was a
foolish fellow, and being angry with Miss Smith,
determined to marry the first girl he met in his
pique !" a young lady who was present, innocent
ly exclaimed: "Odear me, I wish he had met
me in his qique !" We never heard of a better
specimen of thinking aloud.
fty One summer evening a gentleman called
upon a lady an acquaintance of his. After the
compliments of thc evening the extreme heat,
&;., she expressed her surprise at his appearing
in slippers, despite his assertions as to their su
perior comfort. She continued her argument as
to their great want ot taste, and concluded by
saying that, " As for her, she did not like to see
a gontlomau having anything on but loots!"
Psi Upsilon Society.
The alxjtve named fraternity, composed of grad
uates and students from the leading Colleges in
the United States, meet together each year, and
celebrate their anniversary. Their last festival,
the twentieth annual one, was held at Cam
bridge, Massachusetts, in Jul- last. The sauce,
sentiment and song were quite piquant and spi
cy, of which the following, delivered on the occa
sion by the wit and poet, John G. Saxe, Esq., is a
good specimen :
".. . A TOST-PRANDIAL TOEM.
Deir Brethren, who sit round this lountiful
board.
With excellent viands so lavishly stored,
That, in newspaper phrase 'twould undoubted
ly roan.
If groaning were but a convivial tone.
Which it is'nt and, therefore, by sympathy
led.
The table, no doubt, is rejoicing instead.
Dear Brethren-, 1 rise and it won't be surpri
- sing
If you find me, like bread, all the be-tter for
rising
I rise to express my exceeding delight
In our cordial re-union, this glorious night.
And invoke every blessing a true-hearted bro
ther In fullness of feeling could do for another ;
And here let me pause for a moment, to say
In a negative, less than in a positive way,
(Like a parson beginning his doctrinal task)
What a blessing for each I could specially ask;
May you never get in love or in debt, with a
doubt
As to whether or not you will ever get out ;
May you ne'er have a mistress who plays the
coquette,
Or a neighbor who blows on a crar k'd clarionet ;
May you learn the first use of a lock on your
tloor,
And ne'er like Adonis, be killed by a We ;
Shun canting and canters with resolute force,
A " canter" is shocking, except in a horse :
At jovial parties mind what you are at.
Beware of your head and take care of your hat,
Lest you find that the favorite son ot your mo
ther Has an ache in the one and a brick in the other;
May you never, I pray, to worry your life,
Have a weak-minded friend, or a strong-minded
wife ;
A tailor tlistrustful, or partner suspicious ;
A dog that is rabid, or nag that is vicious ;
' Above all the chief blessings the gods can im
part May you keep a clear head and a generous
heart,
Remember, 'tis blessed to give and forgive;
Live chiefly to love, and love while you live,
Andxlying, wheu life's little journey is done,
. May your last, fondest sigh, be Psi Upsilon.
-On Vacant Chair.
We were talking, a few days since, with an es
teemed friend of ours, who was reared after the
good old New England fashion, and with whom
" Thanksgiving," as a matter of course, is an in
stitution, a day of family reunion, of domestic
and social rejoicing. He is a man of noble sym
pathies and a big heart. In speaking of the com
ing Thanksgiving day, a cloud passed over his
features, and a tear gathered in his eye. " I
have," said he, " for many years gathered my
family around me on that day. All my children
have sat with me at my annual feast, and it nev
er occurred to me that it could ever be otherwise.
We ate, drank, and were merry, without think
ing that a change must one day come. But that
change has already come. At our annual ban
quet this year, there will be one vacant chair.
It is a sad, sad thought. Sorrowful memories
come clustering around the heart, at the mention
of that " one vacant chair." The pleasant fea
tures, the happy smile, the cheerful voice of the
loved and the lost, come like a vision of sweet
ness from the sorrowful past. The pale still face,
the marble brow, decked with the garlands of the
grave, follow, and the eye dims with tears as the
vision vanishes away, and the palpable presence
only is left of that " one vacant chair."
And So it irr, aud so it will be always. Year
by year those that we love elrop from around us.
Some arc snatched away by death, going elown
in the bloom of their beauty to the city of death.
Some swing out into tht great woild, and are
Ihhiio by the currents of life faraway from us.
The day of annual reunion cynics we father
round the yearly banquet we look for the cher
ished faces we listen for the loved voices: but
the heart swells, and the big tear trembles on the
eyelids, for there, in the midst or that cherished
circle, in the very place where erne who nestled
fondliest in our affections used to sit, is ' one va-
We who sit at the head of tliesc family ft-asfs,
should never forget that one day ire shall be ab
sent from the banquet. The time will surely
come when we shall cease to occupy a place there.
We know not when the vacancy may occur, but
as surely as time rolls on, as surely as human
destiny is sweeping onward and onward, always
towards eternity, so surely will the day of our
departure ccme ; and struggle as we may, resist
as we may, as all the aggregated energies of na
ture may, we must pass from among the living,
and leave behind us for the next gathering, "one
vacant chair."
CCTOnc of the ladies connected with thc "Meth
odist Five Toints Mission," who has under her
charge some thirty little boys, called them to
gether on the morning of Thanksgiving day, to
perfect them in their answers to questions she
intended asking them wlun be fore the visitors
during thc afternoon. After arranging them pro
perly, the first boy on the right, in answer to the
question, " Who made you ?" was heard to ray,
" God." Thc next, " Of what were you made ?"
replied, "Thc dust of tho earth," and soon,
: through the Catechism. Thc all-importaht mo
ment having arrived, thc little " shavers " were
told to stand up. Thc little head boy, itsccins,
was missing, but the fact not being noticed by
the teacher, she proceeded with the question,
" Who made you ?" which elicited thc lollowing
laughable answer, " I was made out of the dirt
of thc 'ert ; but thc little fellow what God made,
has got the belly-ache, and gone home."
A Yankee at the Crystal Palace. ;
A writer in the Journal of Commerce relates
the following ; i
As we were sitting iu the picture gallery of the j
Crystal Palace, taking memoranda of itscontents ,
a tall ill-dressed Vcnnonter attracted probably j
by the benignity of our visage, addressed us:
" Stranger what mought they charge to ht a
feller in this er'c show
" Why do you ask ; you paid at the entrance,
did you not ?"
" Ya-a as ! I did n't iiy nothin', t-f yew see
anythin' green 'bout me jest write, will yew ?"
"How did you gain admittance, then ?"
" Wa-a-all, yew see I traded with a boy out
there for a Herald, and gin him an extra cent to
holler " fire !" and when the man with the brass j
thing on his coat looked around, I kinder dged
in behind him."
Of course we expressed our indignation, and
were about to leave him, when he seized our but
ton hole, saying, quickly :
"Say, Mister; don't le riled; guess tliey'U
never miss it. Yew talk so all-fired honest, guess
you must be a newspaper feller ; been takin'
note., ain't you? I've heard 'bout this short
hand."
We assented ; and he resumed :
" Mought your name be Grecly, Mister ? be
cause I send a uiggar wench looked jest like a
twpitive nigger, and if she is, it's a bully chance
for you to spread won't cost nothiu", nuth
er." We denied thai iuipula'ioft, when he continu
ed: " I allers like newspaper chaps, cause tliey're
so clever. Been in the fine arts myself; taught
school thre-c winters eighteen dollars a month
and boarded Ycoemd."
We wst stopped to view the fine sprc.invens of
perfumery, among which were busts made of sol
id sonp. " IIulo !" said Yankee, nosing the
goods, " guess these is made of grave stun, ain't
they ?"
"No they are made of soap."
Before we could prevent him he had pinched it
to satisfy himself. " Wa a-al guess it is, it feels
soporiferous, any way ; smells rale apocryphal
tew, don't it f jtstlike old Mr. Slocum's 'pothe
cary shop tew hum.'
A few steps brought us to the statuary, where
a number of persons were silently gazingat Pow
ers' statue of the Greek Slave.
" Mister," said he, after a moment's inspection,
pointing to the chains upon her wrists, " wkafs
that critter hcpplcd fort"
The bystanders roared ; and we endeavored to
explain to him tlie nature of the subject ; and to
prevent him from handling it as lie was bent upon
doing; pointed to the placard requesting visitors
" not to touch the articles."
" Don't touch the articles'.'''' repeated he, "irhy
she ain't pot the first darned article on her'.''
We left.
An Insinuation. A friend gave us the other
day a fine specimen of delicate insinuation.
Two fellows were quarrelling one day, one of
them being dark-hided. After seme wrangling
a fi-iend of Fairskin'stcppcd up to him and told
him to tell tho other fellow that he had nigger
blood in his veins-
I hate to do so," said Fairskiu.
You can itisinunle, 1 reckon !" replied the
other.
"liook here!" said Fairshin. addressing his
antagonist, " I say nothiu' agin you or your
blood. All I've got to say is th if they'll dig
down four feet, wharyour grandfather was buried,
they'll find wool."
T!7" " My son, take the jug and fetch me some
beer."
" (iive me some money, then, father."
" My son, to get beer with money, anylody
can do that ;' but to get it without money, that's
a trick."
So the ly look the jug, and out lie goes.
Shortly he returns and places thc jug lfoi-c his i
father.
' Drink," said the son.
' How can I drink when there is no Uvr in the
jug if" said the. father.
" To drink beer out of a jug," said the son,
" wheu there is beer, anylody can do that ; but,
to drink beer out of a jug, when there is no beer,
that's a trick !';
The Knickerlocker tells a good story of a
little fellow who was forbidden by his mother
going to the brook to swim. One day he broke
her command, and in patting on his shirt he got
the wrong side out. His mother quickly discov
ered this, and knowing he had beeii disobeying
her orders, she asked how his shirt came inside
out ? This vis a (dumper under which thc little
rogue stagpere-el for a moment, but brightening
up he replied triumphantly, " O ! I I guess I
turned it gettin over the fence!"
Fear. In a gambling room at Cairo, Illinois,
old Mr. Maguire quarrelled with a green young
man, and aimed an empty gun at him. The
young man, to thc delight of thc spectators, ran
round the room crying murder until he Was cor
nered, when heelrew his bowic knife and cut thc
old man into mince meat; Such was the effect
of fear on a coward.
. it '
(XlrThe amiably is a duty most certainly, but
must not be cxercise-d at thc expense of any of
the virtues. He who seeks to elo the amiable al
ways, can only be successful at the frequent ex
pense of his manhood.
CC7Thc true poet is he who finds for thc uni
versal thought and feeling the becoming lan
guage. J7 He who labors for mankind, w ithout a care
for himself, haj already begun his immortality.
SUritultur.u.
Curing lVIe&tp.
Mr. Ixlitor. I will tnkc the responsibility e-t
answering E. Langdon's inquiry propo:, d iu your
May number: ' Iieiw to salt pork as t
keep." My plan is this, and I havu kept Lols
twenty years ; it has never failed :
Cut your pork up, the sides rUarof the rilki,
six inches wkk' ; K?t it lie over nidit. Nvxt day
salt as follows : Sprinkle the bottom of the bar
rel with coarse salt Turk's island, or some oth
er good kind put in a layer of meat set tin edge,
packed together as close as possible ; then anoth
er layer ef salt under, so on till your meat is all in
thc LamL Thcn 1 ,Mke c(mmon eastern or laU
sah as it is called, and make a brine as strong ai
it can be made ; let it stand two or three dava
and then jour off the clear brine, and put it on
the meat and tlien it is safe. Kevp it under th
brine by placing a weight on it. One hutdiel of
coarse salt is enough for the side meat of bin
good hogs.
After trying almost all methods to kce-p smok
ed hams without success, I have for the last (bur
years kept thwn with complete success by th
following plan :
Put a layer of fine, dry charcoal, then layer
of hams, then charcoal and so on. No bugs, nor
skippers, nor mould ever touch thein. Keep in a
dry and cool place and they will keep erfectty
sweet, if in goenl order when put down. Prm e
Former.
A. B. TikncK.
Training of Trees.
The editor of the Horticultural Hwiew, Says :
Trees with low heads do bear sooner and bet
ter, and will lear longer, than whip stalks and
bean poles. In our prairies, low headed trees
are the only ones that can hold up their hcas, or
hold on their fruit. They are naturally shaped
Fruit Bearers, b-.it they are miserably unpopular
with that class of purchasers, who know more
about tree's, than the men who raise them."
This is a most important subject ; and fru'.l
growers will never repent but once, if they prune
their trees up high. Like most others we be-gan
so too ; and it has inflicted one jHTpetual Borrow
upon us. The low tree is heithiT, not subject
to inflictions of the birds or insects, not injurvJ
by wind, the fruit is easier gathered ; In fact, ev
ery reason is in favor of low growth. We now
try to fonn a head not higher than three feet
from the ground, for apples, letting the branches
grow out.
Don't Sell Your Best Stock,
Don't allow those speculators or drovers to
pick out the likeliest and best of your stock, lea
ving you only the poorest and ordinary to breed
from. I t is the worst policy you can adopt. By
continuing such a course, it will be but a short
time Wore you will have only poor and Ordinary
to select from. Supposing you cua get a little
more for those likely Iambs than for others, you
will do well to remember that it costs no more to
keep them than it tltes poor ones : and next
shearing time the large fleeces will tell thft story
in favor of keeping the best you have.
Ifyou intend to make a practice of raising a
colt every year, keep the best mare you can af
ford. Havn't you noticed that when a man comes
to purchase a young horse he is always particular
to know all about the stork, etc., befre he con
cludes his Iraiic if Kevp the best, then, for your
self. Don't sell your best cow Iwcause you can ft
five dollars mure tor her. Keep her, H:iJ she e il!
more than mak? up the difference ere another
year comes around. Just so with everything.
Select tiie best seed for your own use, and you
will always have as good as any one, and bcselro
ot the hif;!i-st prices for any you wish to dispos
of. Think of it.
Wbrih Trying.
Have any of our farmers tried the fallowing
plan of keeping dogs away from their sheep?
Let ine publish to the sheep raising world a
remedy against iho destruction of .hrcp !j dofrs,
which was eiven me a short time since by a high
ly respectable and valued friend, himself an exten
sive wool grower. It consists simply in placing
on one sheep in every ten of the flock a Wil tho
usual size for sheep. Thc reasoning of my frieud
is th's : The instinct ef the dog prompts him to
do all his acts in a stealthy manner his attack
upon sheep is most fre-quently made at night,
while they are at rest, and thc sudden and sim
ultaneously jingling of thc bells will lead to their
cxpesure. Tlic importance of sheep preservation
from dogs the writer hojies, will claim for this
communication an insertion in most of the paper
of thc Union, that a remedy so cheap and simple
may be fullv te ted.
To Roast a GeK)sE, Pick, sinire, and wash
the goose. Stuff the Uxly with mashed potato,
chopped onions, salt, pepper, a little clove, a
very little piece of butter, a little pounded crack
er, and a beaten egg. Only a little onion as sea
soning. Truss as you do thc turkey. It will
baste itself, and of course needs no butter. Put
flour and water iu thc dripping pan t !ron.
for gravy. Make a giblet gravy, the same a for
turkey. Boil the neck of both goose and turkey
for giblet gravy. It takes an hour to roast a
common sized goose.
For Cimxej Wouxos in Smew. Take thc
leaves of the Elder tree, and make a decoction,
and wash the parts injured from one to three,
times a day and you will noe ue xrouuicu w u
liies or worms on the wound. It also re-move
fever from the wound, and is healing. German
town Telegraph.
Tj' Will is the root, knowledge the stem and
leave, aud feeling the flower.
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