Fort Atkinson Standard (Newspaper) - December 13, 1860, Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin THE STANDARD 14 IS PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY, at Fort Atkiason, Jefferson Co., Wis. STAXDARD will be furnished to subscribers at a year, in advance. RATES OF ADVERTISING. One column one jour, ?45 00 Half column one year, 25 00 Quarter -of column one year, 13 00 Square one yeaj, (16 lines) 10 00 Square one week, insertions, 1 50 Business Cards, one j ear, 5 00 JOB Handbills, Circulars, Blanks, Ac., and every kind of plain and orna- mental printing done at the S'TAXDAUD office in a neat and workmanlike manner, and at fair prices. All letters should be addressed to J. C. KEENEY, Editor and Proprietor. Memory. Memory! 'tis thine e'er to roam Far back o er the realms of the past, The scenes of sweet childhood and home To shield from oblivion's blast. Those how dear to my heart, When sporting on life's sunny brink, So simple, so free from all art, Of sorrow I deigned not to think. But now in those sun-gilded coves My bark has ceased longer to Far out on the sea it now roves, Fer tossed by love, anger and pride. Yet Memory doth tell a sad tale, It echoes" the knell of dear friends. The sound of griefs heart-rending wail, For spirits now borne by the winds. The death of bright hopes that did cheer The labors of many a day, Is whispered in Memory's ear, Arid chases fair prospects away. And yet, though oft mournful and drear, Soil, soothing and sweet is thy voice, Brought back 'mid the lost ones dear, My heart doth most wildly rejoice. Oh, never in Lethe's dull stream Do I wish to bury the past, But let it remain a sweet dream, And Memory my guest to the last. J. C. KEEHEY, Editor Proprietor, RIGHTS AM) JUSTICE TO ALL. 50 A YEAR, IN ADVANCE. Vol. 3. FOIST ATKEVSOX, THURSDAY, DECEMBER IS, MO. 14. school handy, just you stop here, and I'll give you a lift in my wagon." Dear old Mr. quized Jessie Moreton to herself, as her light footsteps pattered along on the fallen leaves, how many times I have had cause to thank his generous heart. And to think that he should be so distressed about that mortgage by the at Hardwiche Hall." She paused for a moment to look up to where the stately roof's and gables of the Hall rose, darkly outlined against the crimson that still burned stonnily in the sky. On a commanding height and near- ly hidden in trees, many of whom still re- tained their brilliant autumnal foliage, it seemed almost like an old baronial castle. There it she mused, shut up and silent, year after year, its magnificent rooms untenanted, the flowers blossoming ungatliered in its conservatories. Since Mr. Hardwiche years since, mamma family have been abroad, and now the only surviving heir is travel- i had from the beginning of the interview j made the agent so uncomfortable. Tal-cott grew, not exactly pale, but yel- low with consternation. Mr. Hardwiehe 1 sir, I did not did not Illustrations of Scottish Humor. j same individual had a company assembled A minister of Ciail had been long an-'to Purchase the trees around his house, noyed by the propensities in church tmcl- as usual under similar circumstanaes, of a farmer, one of his paiibluo tiers, one David Cowan in Troustrie I know you didn't, my good man. j tiatiDg on tne LUbjecr, Be BO kind as to step aside and allow me conciiiated by two cart loads of coals to pass with the ady. Miss Jessie, don 11 whicll acreed to drive to the forget that I need your services a few min- utes yet. When we reach the house, I will prolong my walk to your it was hinted to him that it would be well and lemons- to a bottle or two of brandy to in- his patience competition. Nay, do not shrink away from we not to be very good friends 1" The prettiest girl I ever saw in my was his internal comment, as lie at length parted from her at the little gate, where burning bushes" and dark green ivy were trained together with all a wom- an's taste. 5k X 5H manse door. Nevertheless, a few Sundays afterwards. Mr. Cowan, soon after the commencement of tlie sermon, fell into a sound sleep as formerly; and not, only so, but made so much noise as to disturb the sitters near and the minister. Mr. Glass bore with it for a while; but at last, being able to stand it no longer, desired the peo- ple in the north to wauken David Cowan." David, awak- ing suddenly, and forgetting where he was, if lie didn't drive two ing, no one knows where. MR. WOODBBIDGE'S INVESTMENT. BY HELEN FOREST GRAVES. The fiery crimson of the stormy Novem- r sunset was staining all the hills with I wonder if he knows how grasping and cruel his agent is Oh, she added, softly, money does not always come where it is most needed. If I were the mistress of Hard- wiche Hall'." She started with a slight scream the next instant, as a tall figure rose up from a mossy boulder by the roadside, directly in front of her. Pardon said a voice that instant- ly re-assured her, for it was too gentle to come from any but a gentleman, but I am not certain that I have not lost my way. Is this the Eldon road I was i waiting for some one to come along aad direct me." This is the Eldon said Jessie, all unconscious that the gleams of the fading; sunset were lighting up her fair _, asked the minister The Christmas snows lay white and deep cart loadg of to tbe mfmbe lasfc week< on the farmhouse eaves, the Christmas I logs crackled on the hearth, where Mr. j Woodbridge still gazed dreamily into the glowing cinders, and Mrs. Keturah's knit- ting-needles clicked with electric speed. That mortgage bothers bothers lie murmured, almost Well, I spose it ain't no use frettin; but I had thought to live and die in the old place where my father did, afore me. The Lord's will be done, though. Somehow things hain't prospered don't seem to get along." You'd have got along well enough, I to let him sleep Tiue.'' replied the minister, but I did not agree to let you A simpler version of story is that honest David, suddenly aroused out of the peaceful rest for which he had com- pounded, demanded to know in amazement and indignation, whether the coals a' dune a'reaciy a most natural inqury. Such tales of colloquy in churh abound. asks a Duinferline minister of the same generation, stooping from his pulpit, have you got a preen (pin) about ye Yes. minister." Then stick it into that sleeping brute by yer Lord have a care o your daft exclaimed the poor laird, if I had two or three bottles of brandy, d'ye think I would sell my trees Liberal living, claret and whisky, not to speak of attainders and confiscations, put more than trees in danger; but despite our national character for frugality there arc always pointed anecdotes against hous- es wanting in a liberal and hospitable ex- penditure in Scotland. Nothing could be more obnoxious to our forefathers than the reproach of meanness, and against no qual- ity is the trenchant force of national sar- casm so contemptuously directed. For master leaving a penurious house charges his servant, who has accompanied him, with the common failing. Jam- so, you are drunk Indeed, ans- wers Jamie, with ineffable disdain, Iiciali T KCH-." How fine is the irony It might face with an almost angelic beauty, as she lurid wind, murmuring rest-1 stood there among the fallen leaves. the dead leaves that lay over the woodpaths, seemed to with an almost human voice. But the I'utmmial melancholy without only t-crvol to heighten the cheerfulness of the whose ruddy glow dauced and quheted over the rough rafters of Fxiuior Woodbridge's spacious old kitch- en, sparkling on the polished surfaces of platters and glimmering brasses, and send- ing a long fctieam of radiance through the uncurtained windows out upon the dark- C'i'11" lO.ld. Yo--. n? I was sayin' observed the ol.l farmer, rubbing his toil-hardened together, and gazing thoughtfully into the tiie, "it's been a capital harvest this vo.tr. I wouldn't ask for no better. So vou pick out of them valk pippin apples, and put 'em into Jes- asket agin she calls arter it." Won't the little red ones do as well 1 calculated to keep them pippins for mar- ket. Squire Benson says they're I duu't kcer what they are in- terrupted the farmer, as his helpmate, a positions he was wont to practice upon the And can you tell me the shortest foot- path to Hardwiche Hall I have not been in this neighborhood since I was a little boy, and now I am completely at fault." Jessie hesitated a moment. I could show you better than I can tell you, for it is rather a complicated she said; and if you will accept my services as guide, it ill not be much out of my way." I shall feel very much said the stranger. s: Meanwhile let me carry your basket." It was a wild and lovely walk, winding among moss-garlanded trees, and hollows sweet with the aromatic incense of dying leaves. Jessie could not help admiring the chivalric manners and polished courte- sy of her companion, and he was more than pleased with tlie blooming loveliness and girlish dignity of his young guide. A few adroit questions about Hardwiche Hall and its neighborhood, sufficed to draw from Jessie a spirited abstract of the char- acter of the Hardwiche agent and the im- responded Keturah who belonged j Such must hme made super-eminently to _that class_ of people it danserous work to tl.iflo with the tem- the square. angular woman, with a face plowed -.vith innumerable little lines of care, fin- gered the yellow-cheeked apples dubious- ly. I tell you what it is, Keturah, folks never lost anything by doing a kind thing. I never could make you believe that, un- less the pay come right in, in hard cash. Now. here's Jessie Moreton, as likely a gal as ever breathed, teachin' school day in and day out. and her marm sewing to home, earning a living by the "born ladies, both on 'em. Don't you sup- pose these apples will be worth more to them, if you give 'em with a kind word, than they would be to that pesky tight- fisted agent up to Hardwiche Hall, if he gave a dollar a bushel Charity begins to said Ketu- rah, jerking out the supper-table with an odd twist of the face. "Not but what Jessie's well enough; but you'd a plaguy sieht better scratch your pennies together to pay up that mortgage, if you don't want the Hardwiche agent foreclosing on you. And them pippins is jest as good as so much money. There they be, anyhow, in the of your investments, I guess." One of my investments, then, if you like to call it so, said the farm- er with a good-humored laugh, banishing the annoyed expression which had over- spread his face when she alluded to the jnortgage. Come along in, Jessie, my he added cheerily, as a light touch i-ounded on the door latch. Here's the basket, all right, and some of them golden pippins tucked into it. Maybe they'll tempt your mother's appetite." Jessie Moreton was a slender, graceful girl of about seventeen, with satin .smooth bands of chestnut hair, parted above a low, forehead, large liquid eyes, and e'-ieeks which Farmer Woodbridge always sot him to thinking of them velvet-looking Jarsey peaches, that grew on the tree down in the south medder." She took up the basket with a grateful smile, that went even to the flinty heart of Mrs. Keturah. Oh, Mr. Woodbridge, how kind you always are to us. If I were only I could only make some Don't you say a word about said the farmer rubbing his nose very Jest you run home as fast as ever you can put, for it's getting most dark, and tlie November wind ain't no ways healthy as I ever heered on. And I say, Jessie, if it rains to-morrow, so you can't go to tenants and neighbors, as well as an arch description of the characters thei eabouts. Then he continued to learn all about Jes- sie's little school and her ailing mother, and he smiled to himself in tlie twilight to observe the pride of her mien, when she alluded to the high position from which unforeseen reverses had caused her mother to descend. she said, suddenly pausiug, with a feeling as if she had been almost too communicative, if we could only cross yonder lawn, the gates are close by, but we shall have to go a quarter of a mile round." Why asked the stranger. Mr. Talcott will not allow strangers to cross here; he says it is private property." "I fancy I shall dare Mr. Talcott's said the gentleman, laughing, as he pushed open the wire gate that defend- ed the forbidden pass. It is perfectly absurd to make people go a quarter of a mile out of their way for a mere whim." They had scarcely entered the enclosure when an unlooked-for obstacle presented itself, in the shape of the redoubtable Tal- cott himself, who was prowling over the grounds on the gui viva for trepassers. Hallo, here growled he; "just turn back, if you please. This is not the pub- lic thoroughfare." The stranger held Jessie's arm a little tighter under his own, as if to repress her evident inclination to beat a retreat. He was disposed to maintain his position. I don't see any reasonable cause why we shouldn't go he said pertina- ciously. There is a path here, and I suppose it was made to walk on." Not for you" said the agent contempt- uously, so go back as fast as you can." Is it possible that people are made to travel a circuitous and unpleasant route, for no earthly reason than your caprices, asked the gentleman, looking down at the shriveled little man from the alti- tude of his six feet, with a kind of laugh- ing scorn. Did it ever occur to you, my friend, that others have rights and conve- niences as well as known as Job's comforters. if you'd only look after your p's and q's as I told you. You always was too free-handed, and now you see what it's brought you to." Well, well, Ketury, we never did think alike on some returned the old man. Let's talk about a pleasanter sub- ject. What do you think about our schol-ma'am's marrying young Mr. Hard- wiche to-morrow Didn't I always tell you that Jessie Moreton was born to be a lady I may be unlucky myself, but any- how, I'm glad to hear of Jessie's luck." You'd a great deal better keep your sympathy for yourself." growled Keturah. What's other folk's luck to you, I'd like to know 1 There some one's knockin at the who tis It was a little note, brought by one of the school-boys, lately under Jessie's care. Where's my glasses 'I I can't see as well as I could once. Shove the candle this way, will you, Ketury T' And fitting his brass-bowed spectacles upon his nose, the old man unfolded the note and read in Jessie's delicate chirography: Do not let that mortgage disturb your Christmas day. to-inorrow, dear father Woodbridge. It will richer haunt your hearthstone again. Mr. Hardwiche will send you the papers soon, to This is Christmas present. I have not forgotten golden pippins, nor all the other kindnesses." Aha, wife said the old man, smiling and trying to brush away the big tears that would come, what do you think of my investment now 1" Ketuiah's reply was neither elegant nor, strictly speaking, grammatical; but it 'was significant. She said simply I Ar. Y. Weekly. not have been good for Jamie, but at least it would have been a credit" Magazine. to the WHAT CAUSES THE HAIR TO has been recently asserted that an undue proportion of lime in the system is the cause of premature gray hair, and we are advised to avoid hard water, either for drinking pure, or when converted into tea, coffee, or soup, because hard water is strongly impregnated with lime. Hard water may be softened by boiling it; let it become cold, and then use it as a bever- age. It is also stated that a liquid that will color the human hair black, and not stain the skin, maybe made by taking one part of bay rum, three parts of olive oil, and one part of good brandy, by measure, The hair must be washed with the njix- ture every morning, and in a short tiine the use of it will make the hair a beautiful black, without injuring it in the The articles must be of the best quality, mixed in a bottle, and always shaken well befoie being applied. per or even attract overmuch the notice of these keen-sighted observers. An ad- mirable story of a quiet pulpit rebuke, is traditionary in the East Neuk of Fife, and told of a seceding minister a Mr. Shirra, a man well remembered by the older gen- eration for many excellent and some ec- centric qualities. An officer of a volun- teer corps on duty in the place, very proud of his fresh uniform, had eoine to Mr. Shirra's church, and walked about as if looking for a seat, but. in fact, to show off his dress, which he saw was attracting at- tention from some of the grave mem- bers of the congregation. He eaine to his place rather quickly, however, on Mr. Shirra's quietly remonstrating, Oh. man, will ye sit doun, and we'll see your new breekb when the kirk's dune." This same 3Ir. Shirra was well from the quaint and. as it were, parcnthical comments which he introduced in his reading of Scriptuie; as. for example, on reading from the 110th psalm, I said in my haste. all men are he quietly ob- sen ed, Indeed. David, an' ye had been i' parish, yo might hae said at your leisure." These dull old kirks, in the end of the eighteenth century, can scarcely have been dull as one miaht Perhaps it is a Boanerges storming in the pulpit, with afternoon auditors wofully un- able even to get to sleep; but lo. a dog has followed his master to church, and, unseen, pays tribute to the el- oquence uf the seimon. becoming first ex- cited, as is not uncommon dogs when healing a noise, and from to whininsr, as the speaker's voice rises louder and louder, at last beginning to baik and howl. The indign-mt minister calls upon his Leadle to eject the ay. says John, looking up to the pulpit. but, indeed, it was yerwlf that began it." Perhaps it is a still more amusing and contusing encounter. The clerayman, on coining into the church, found the pulpit occupied by the pa- rish idiot. The authorities had been unable to remove him without more vio- lence than was seemlv, and therefore wait- A Lesson. There was once an old man whose eyes had become dim and his ears deaf. When he sat at the dinner-table, he sometimes spilt his soup on the cloth. His son and daughter-in-law were much displeased at this, at least they made their old father sit down in a corner behind the stove, and gave him food in a little earthen plate.- He never got so much as he could eat, and he would often look towards the table with wet, yet longing One day his shaking hand let the dish fall, and it was broken. The woman scold- ed, but he said nothing, he only sighed. They then brought a wooden trough for him. Once he was sitting thus in a cor- ner his little grandchild, about four years old. was playing on the floor near him, with some pieces of wood for playthings. "What are you asked the father, smiling. I am making a answered the child, for father and mother to eat from when they are old and I am grown big." The man and his wife looked at each other in silence, and their tears flowed fast. They brought their father back to the table and gave him us nmeli to as he wished, and they never spoke angry words again when his trembling hand spilt soup on the cloth. THE EXCITEMENT OF INTOXICATION. love of narcotics and intoxicating compounds is so universal, it may almost count as an instinct. Every nation has it in a greater or less in the shape of opium, some in smoke, some in drink, some in snuff; but from the equa- tor to the snow-line, it trifle changed in dress, according to the climate, but always the same need, always the same desire. Kings have decreed punishment on the secular side; priests have anathe- matized on the spiritual; lawmakers have sought to pluck out the habit, root and branch, from their people; but all to no still goes on smoking, snuffing and chewing; putting "an enemy into his mouth to steal away his and find- immense satisfaction in a practice that makes him both an invalid and a madman, and never-quits him till it has laid him fairly in the Chambers' Journal. THINGS TO BE FOUND is not exhausted. Within her fertile bosom may be thousands of substances yet un- known, as precious as the recently found gutta percha. To douLt this, would be to repudiate the most logical inference afford- ed by the whole history of the Corn and grape excepted. nearly all our staples in vegetablo food are of compara- tively modern discovery. Society had a long existence without tea. coffee, cotton, cocoa, sugar and potatoes. Who shall say there is not a more nutritious plant than the potatoe, a move useful tree than the cotton Buried wealth lies everywhere in the bowels of the earth, which needs but the true divining rod of organized ac- tion for its discovery. As mean. men grow rich they grow I know ac- TTJ.-IV, J_ -IVJJVir LJJ.WW.k3 M iAU Can't help their to tuaily perjure themselves about the value snarled the agent, planting- himself! of property that they may e what Tn flicv wo-fl-i T all 1 ,1 i ,1 mi obstinately in the path. I forbid all passing But I suppose Everard Hardwiche may have the privilege of crossing his own persisted the stranger, still pre- senting the half-contemptuous smile that is justly due the city for taxes. They are as mean has tunneled them from end to end, and the biggest one lies through, the heart, and the devil daily runs his trains through and JBccchci-. ed for the minister to dispossess Tarn of the place he had assumed. Come down, sir, immediately." was the peieniptoiy and indignant call; and, on Tain being un- moved, it was repeated vith still greater energy. Tarn, however, very confidently replied, looking down from his elevation, na, minister, just ye come up wi' me. This is a perverse generation, and. faith, they need us baith Or imagine the effect upon a sleepy congregation of the following little episode. One day when Jamie was sitting in the front galle- ry, wide awake, when many were slumber- ing around him. the clergyman endeavored to awaken the attention of his hearers by stating the fact, saying, You see, even Jamie Fraser, the idiot, does not fall asleep as so many of you are doing." Jamie, not liking, perhaps, lo be thus designated, coolly replied, An' if Ihadnabeen an idi- ot. I wad hae been sleeping too." Or of this much more complimentary and pleas- ant interruption Another of those imbe- ciles, belonging to Peebles, had been sit- ting at church for some time, listening at- tentively to a strong representation Irom the pulpit of the guilt of deceit and false- hood in Christian characters. He was ob- served to turn red and grow very uneasy, until at last, as if wincing under the sup- posed attack upon himself, he roared out, Indeed, minister, there's inair leears in Peebles than me." Some emphatic stories are told by Bish- op Low's biographer of a Fife gentleman, poor and witty. Awakened suddenly in the middle of the night by the unwelcome sound of cs rummaging in his draw- ers, this philosopher awoke with all wit about him, and the calmest equanimi- ty of spirit. Hand ye busy, ye he say-5, quietly; -an'ye find any siller there i' the dark, it's inair than I can do iu daylight.'' At another time the JUVENILE seems Nowhere! Ve think, Js'So'MeH' food !as' m -'ouf own happy laid'.' The of .feeding TOUH and 'beast m the hidsfc economical' manner; is here but little understood. It is" a les- son we have libt' yelb been td learn; while Europe the usual high price, the occasional scarcity of food, and the superabundance' of taught the the fhe housekeeper, how to use everything to" the best possible advantage; and ia this work an astonishing amount of pkill-is displayed. The traveler in Europe is astonished at- the number of strange and savory dishes set before him, of the composition of which- he cannot even give a guess-. if for- tunate enough to be1 on familiar terms with steward or landlord, 'and is thus enabled to show a little Yankee- curiosity without appearing is stiil more as- tonished to learn that has partaken a sumptuous meal prepared from materials that in his owii home would have been thrown to the dogs. If of an observing mind, and he pursues his inquiries, desir- ous to know somewhat of the condition all classes, he learns to his surprise that good farm laborers receive but about per week, and that with this pittance they have to, hire a 'dwelling and clothe and feed a numerous family. His astonish- ment is not lessened when he learns the cost of provisions, and observes the tidy and respectable condition in which these families appear. Dressed neatly, because appropriately, they claim respect and admiration. Every penny is a treas- ure, and is used to the best posssible ad- vantage, not for show, but for service; not for parade, but comfort. Perhaps a cow furnishes the main sustenance for the children. If so, how carefully everything is saved that can furnish her a choice few straws from the farmer's wagon scarcely touch the ground before" a child is ready to pick them up and carry them to the little grass by the roadside is gathered with the same care. The wealth of the family may not have permitted the purchase of a cow, but the little garden which surrounds the cot- tage yields abundance of vegetables; for the soil is 'exceedingly rich, highly ma- nured and well cultivated. And how is- this done Not a hole by the roadside, not a ditch in the' neighborhood, but is carefully scraped of its mud, which is car- ried to the manure pile in the back of the garden; not a particle of manure dropped in the road by passing horses-, but re" moved to the same depository by the chil- dren, who perform much of the labor in the garden, which yields to the contended family, under the superintendence of the good wife, abundance of healthful By this care and economy a family is kept well fed and comfortable on means which in this country would be thought insuffi- cient to keep starvation from the door. Tlie same dare and economy may be ob- served in all farm operations. Everything that can be used for food is husbanded with the greatest care, so that nothing may be lost; and after storing, it is used in the way to accomplish the best results. Cutting and cooking, and adaptation to ;he condition of animals, are matters of constant attention. To observe the anxie- ty with which the farmer watches the in- crease of his manure pile, and the pains taken for its increase, one would suppose that he imagined it to be a heap of gold, instead of manure. Every season, in this country, we waste large amount of food which would, if properly cared for, make valuable meat, and no less 'valuable manure. To-day We heard a farmer of Niagara county remark that he had eleven acres of pumpkins and several1 hundred -bushels of turnips, not one-half of which would be gathered, be- sides a good many carrots hardly worth the digging. If carried to market they would not bring enough to pay for cost of gathering and carrying. It was this mark that caused the above reflections up- the state of things in Europe, so far to be a pretty strong tendency in these matter-of-fact days, to suppress the imagi- native faculty in children. This is quite wrong. The imagination is quite as legit- imate, in its way, as any othqr portion of the mental apparatus. Facts are stub- born and mere dry facts are far too stubborn to be a wholesome pabulum for the graceful and spiritual understand- ing of children. They find out, in time, that their dolls are only stuffed with saw- dust, and that Santa Claus is a Let them enjoy their innocent illusions, then, while they may, and let the poetic, rather than the prosaic, side of their na- tures be cultivated fiist. ONE OP DANIEL WEBSTER'S The late Kendall 0. Peabody, of Frank- lin, was accustomed to tell the following Mr. Webster and Mr. Clay were stand- ing on the steps of one of the hotels in Washington, and Mr. Peabody was close by and heard what was said. A drove of jackasses were passing by, and Mr. Clay patting Mr. W. on the shoul- to the long eared donkeys, and Mr. Webster, there are some of your northern constituents." Yes." replied the great statesman, South to teach school." THE diuggist's following occurred in a country shop, where cigars and othei nauseous substances are sold. A person having purchased some Ilavanas, com- menced smoking one of them, when his eye caught a notice, No smoking allowed in this store." he exclaimed that is a pretty joke; you sell a chap ci- gars, and then won't let him smoke replied the druggist, "and sell emetics, too, but I don't iutcnd to have them ffikcn here.1' on- different. The present season has been unusually productive, and many farmers find themselves with a larger amount of food than usual, but it seems to us some means can be devised for turning the sur- plus to good account. As a general rule no man can be called a good farmer who does not provide means to turn all the food produced into something that will bring money in the market, or that may be re- turned to the land for its enrichment in the form of manure. Of course, seasons of scarcity will come as well as those of abundance, but a little forethought will generally-provide for every emergency, so that nothing will bfe lost and nothing suffer. We will never be able to boast of econ- omy in feeding -until we provide better1 storage for food, and pay more attention to cutting, and cooking, and the comparative value of different kinds. This is necessa- ry to an intelligent and economical system of feeding. Otir observation at the West has convinced us that one-half of the food given to cattle in that section is wasted, as will always be the case where corn, is fed to cattle in the ear, or oa the We know the excuse for course is the abundance ahd cheapness of. grain, and the scarcity Still, we have no faith in its economy. We hare much yet to learn on this subject, and it is for the pur- pose of inducing reflection, rather than to indicate any particular course of practice, that we make these brief Rural New is-unseen, but it cools the brow, of the fevered one; sweetens the summer atmosphere, and ripplea the sur- face of, the lake into, silver spangles of So goodness of in- visible to the material its pres- ence felt; and from its eflfWs upon stir- rounding things; we are assured of its ex- istence.