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SABBATII IN THE COUNTRY} " ntttq. The creaking wagon’s in the shed; The busy frail is heard no more: The horse is littered down and fed; The harness hangs above his head; The whip behind the door. His leathorn gloves and hooked bill To-day the woodman throws aside; The blacksmith’s fiery forge is still; The wooden wheel of tho old mill Sleeps in the mill~dam Wide. The iiiiller’s boat is anchored where, Far out, the water lilies sleep; You see their shadows mirrored thereâ€" The broad white flowers reflected clear, Within the mill-pond deep. The liarrow’s in the garden shed: Hoe, rake and spade are put aWay; Unwecded stands the onion bed: The gardener from his work hath fledâ€" ’I‘is holy Sabbath day. Upon thewall the white cat sleeps. i By which the churn and milk pans lie; A drowiy watch the house dog keeps. And scarcely from his dull eye peeps Upon the passer by, And sweetly over hill and da'e The silvery sounding church bolls ring; Across the moor and down the dale They come and go, and on the gale 'l'nair Sabbath tidings fling. From Where the whitewashed Sunday school I‘eeps out between the poplars dim. \‘Vlilcil ovor throws their shadows cool Far otlt Upon the rusliy pool, You hear the Sabbath hymn. From farm and field, and grunge glown gray From woodland walks and winking Ways, The old and youu (1‘ g, the grave and gay, Unto the old church collie to pray, And sing God’s hon praise WW Jl'ttu‘u’iiirt. THE OLD MAN’S STORY A THRILLIN G SKETCH. I shall never forgot the com- mencement of the tcmporancc ro- forlniition. l was a child at the time, of some ton years of ago. Our home had cvory comfort, and my kind parents idolized me, their only child. \V.i)c was often on the table; and botll my fat oi'uiid morhcrgavc it to me in the bottom of the morn- ing glaSs. On Sunday at (-litlrch a startling "“Il‘iTnouuceincnt Was outdo-to our people. I know nothing of its pur- port, but thch was much whisper- ing among the men. The pastor said that on the next ovoning tliero VALEX. SCOTT, Proprietor; V v \A/\./‘ ~’VV\f\NW»fiAWf‘/V\N\/\/’\J‘\g‘./.\/’V \/\/\/‘\/W\/ '\/\./\_/ VOIQi N05 /~....__.7A a. ._... ._____.Av. _ __._ ., 7.“ . sod and a crimson flush went and came over his pale check. Ono, arm was off above the elbow, and there was a Wide scar above his right eye. The younger finally arose andI stated the object of the meeting, and asked if there was a clergyman present to open it with a pruycr.-â€"â€" lingers cxtcndcd. turned in the direction intr O ‘I once had a mother. With her old heart crushed with sorrow she went down to the grave. /‘\/\/\/ arctic/town HILL, FREDA l l l l l ODCClI VVW with my knife severed the wrist !’ The speaker ceased a moment, and buried liisvface in his hands, as 'f to shut out some fearful dream, Y, AUGUST ‘24, 1860. “ Lot Sound Reason weigh more with us than Popular Opinion.” bright vision, his lips apart. and liisland locked his little fingers in my‘ dead, but the lesson he taught his I involuntarily‘side pocket. I could not wrench grand-child on the knee, as his even- whore it _ that frenzied grasp aWay, and with j ing sun went down without 'a cloud, was pointed, dreading to sec somelthe coolness of a devil as I was, will never be forgotten; shadow invoked by its magic movâ€"ishut the door upon his 'at‘m,“and ticism, has lost none ol its fire in my. manhood's heart. ‘ MTIRAL CULTURE. .â€"_â€"-5_. His fana- GATE AND ADVERTISER. .W m NW ‘ V m M W M'\/\/ V «V / Wv\,\/\/Vv\/v\,\.r\/\_r~v«cr\_/ TERMS: $1 '50 In Advance. .i _ ‘_ g _ ' . 2a; ma holewNo. Christianity bcst practised, and its doctrines best attested by a handful of mountain shepherds, without art, without literature, almost without a Europe first asserted. the virtues of ‘ . «,1. »..~.--r.; - F :v J .. -. *nwu. THE WHEitTMl *â€" non. (From'the Globe.) . _, Siii,â€"â€"Notw1thstanding the im- , .IV mense less we are suffering‘from the: annual extension of tho small,yci‘t powerful enemy, the “midgd,” .. u .f.1.m‘"*" "MWF'. wo_ Jr'- hear of no attempt being made to arrest or even mitigate the ravages of this insidious little insect. vcntion is hotter than cure, what cannot now be prevented should, if possible, be cured, _ The Minister ongriculture, some, ” three or four years ago, spcvntla com, . siderablc amount of ttiopublic funds-1. for essays on the midge; but, of the l‘CCt’ll'lmtllldflIIOl'lS made. for. its ,6):- - termination, [do not remember hear" langudge, yet remaining unconqucro ‘ ed in the midst of theTeutonic chiv- alry, and uncorrupted amidst the hierarchies of R0me.â€"â€"~J0/m Ruskin. Our. pastor kept his Seat, and the; speaker himself made a short ad- dress; at the conclusion calling upon any one to make remarksâ€"l The pastor arosc under the gallery“ and attacked the position of the speaker, used the arguments which. had a wifeâ€"a fair angel hearted and his deep chest heaved like a Lllomc. l creature as ever smiled in an carilin l stormâ€"swept son. My father had Ilorove was as mild as alariscn from his seat and was lean- summers sky, itnd her heart as faith-ling forward, his countenance blood- l'ul and true as ever guarded andglcss, and the large drops standing cherished n husbands love. Hcrlout upon his brow. Chills crept blue eye grow dim as the floods ofiback to my heart, andl wished I In books, conversation,in example, in the country tvalk, and by the fire- NOTHING FINISHED Iâ€"A writer Side. 3 high ’“Orillllyé lowing heav' in a popular periodical makes the fol- ]. but “(ll always bringing lowing cxcellcntobscrvation on hab- on-waro ml” Verbal expreSHODa its of procrastination, which mav religion should ha; l-cht, in view. Good and ovd should fulfill have its own fixed ._______.._. _._. .__ l have often heard since, and con- cludod by denouncing those on- gaged in tho movement, as mcddlo- ovcry fibre was brokoii. Sonic fanatics, who wished to break a noble, a bright and beautiful boy, up the time honored usages of good but ho was driven out from the society, and injure the business of ruins of his home, and my old heart respectable incn. At the conclu- yearns to know if be yet livcs.â€"â€"-â€" sioti of his remarks, the tuvorn- louco had a halo a sweet, tcnder keeper and his friend got up agblossoin; but those handsdestroycd cheer and the current of foolinglit, and it lives with one who lovctli was evidently against the strangers [ children ’ and their plan. ‘I)o not be startled friendsâ€"I \Vlii c the pastor was speaking. iam not a murderer in the common thc‘old man had leaned forward and l accoptation of tho torm. Yet there fixed his dar.t eye upon him, as if toiis a light in my evening sky. A catch cvcry Word. spirit mother rcjoiccs over the rc- As the pastor took his seat, the turn of her prodigal son. he wife old man :iroso, his tall form towcr- smiles upon him who turns back to ing in its ;'~.§,iiin’iotry, and his chest virtue and llt)ll()l'.‘ The angel child SWclling as he inhaled the breath visits me at nightfall, and I feel the |and the living heart through his thin (blot-“xi nostrils. l‘ii'lllowing touul of a tiny palm To me, at that tinic, there was upon mylcvcrishchcek. Mv brave boy, if ho yct lives, would .forgivo the sorrowing old man for tho treat.~ atom which ri'CIlI him into the world amid the blow that lun‘icd him for something awe inSpiriiig and grand in the appearance ol the old man as he s ood, his full cyc upon the uudit’nicc, his teeth shut hard and a silence like that ofdoathtlirouglioutllilo. God forbid inc for tho ruin the church. which I brought upon me and niii-ic.’ He again wiped a iear from his eye. My father watched him with a strange intensity. and a counten- ancc unusually pale, and excited by some strong emotion. ‘I was once a fanatic, and madly Ho bent his gaze upon the tav~. crli-kcepcr and that peculiar cy linger-ed and kindled for a INDIIICUI. The scar grow rod upon his forc- licad, and beneath the heavv brows his eyes glittcrcd and glowi'd like a scrpcn‘t’s; the tavern-kecpcr quail- sorrow washed away its brightness, was at home. wrung tilliup, andl have never Since bchold Ionco had jsuch mortal agony pictured upon a l l l I i l t l l The old man looked human face as there was on his. ‘lt was morning when I awoke and the 51mm hail cease-l, but the cold was intense. I first secured a drink of water, and then I looked in the accustomed place for Mary. As I missed herpfor the first time a shadowy sense of some horrible night mare began to down upon my wandering mind. ,I thought l had dreamed a fearful dream, but involuntary opened the outside door with a shuddering dread. As the door opened the snow burst in, followed by a fall of some- thing across the threshold, scatter- ing the cold snow, and strikingr the lloor with a hard, sharp sound. My blood shot like red hot arrows ,tlirough my veins, and I rubbed my eyes to shut out the sight. It was -â€"-it-â€"â€"God how horrible l it was my own injured Mary anti her babe, frozen to ice! Tho ever true moth- cr had bowed horSoIf over the child to shield it, and had wrapped all her own clothing around it, position, and til-.3 difference be acou- rutoly marlin-d, so that even a child, as far as concerns his present condi- tion, may distinguish between them. He should be beguilcd, by leading questions, into forming a right judg- ment upon all'tho incidents contain- ing in themselves examples of good for evil. The practice will improve the intellectual faculties, and lay a foundation for the establishment of moral principles; and as the mind is gradually expanded, more enlarged views should be submitted to it, un- til, at length, the reasons may be as- signed why virtuo is good andvico evil. To accomplish these great ob- jects. a perfect confidence must subs sist between parent and child. The mind of the one should open instinctâ€" ivcly to the love of the other; for affection, and not, severity, rules. the heart. An austere parent will never know his child. This seems to me the most affecting ofhuman thoughts and among the ‘ harvest of human afflictions. But it is a common case. A father, thinking he has a stern duty to perform, does it stcrnly. The child shrinks from an austere look, and pours his confidence into more inviting cars. l have seen a child tremble before a father in the narra- tion of a simple and unimportant event, although it contained nothing lloaving her own person stark and bare to the storm. She had placed her hair over the child, and the elect had frozen it to the ‘white who begin everything, but finish no- thing: ‘I once had the curiosity to look into a little girl’s work-box. And what do you suppose I found? \Vcll, in the first place, I found a ‘ bead purse,’ about half done; there was, however, no prospect of it ever being finished, for the noodles were out, and the silk upon the spools all tangled and drawn into a complete wisp. Laying this aside, I took up a nice piece ofpcrforated paper. upon which was wrought one lid of a Bible. and beneath it the words, ‘I love,’ but what she loved was left me to Conjecture. Beneath the Bible lidI found a sock, (evidently com- menced for some baby-foot; but it had come to a stand just above the little heel, and there it seemed de 0m- od to remain. Near to the sock was a needle-book, one cover of which was iz-Aritly made, and upon the other partly finished, was marked, ‘to my dear.’ I ncod not, noweVer, tell you alll found there; but this much I can say, that duringr my travels through that work-box, I found not a single article complete; and, mute as they Wore, those lialf~linishcd ftorsaken things told me a sad tale about that little girl. They told me that with a heart full of generous affection, with a head full of useful and pretty projects, all of which she had both the means and skill to carry into" l Would be a meeting, and an address upon the evils of intcmpcrancc in the use of alcoholic liquors. Ho cxprched himself ignorant of the meeting, and could not say what course itiwould be best to pursue in lliantlllCl‘. The subject of the meeting came up at our table after the service, and lqucstioned my father about it with all the curious earnestness of a child. The whispers and words which had been dropped in my hearing, clothed the whole affair with great mystery to me, and I was all iearncstncss to learn the strange tliilig. My father merely said it was a scheme to unite the Church and State. The night came. and groups of people gathered on the tavern steps, andl heard the jest and laugh, and saw drunken men cone reeling out of the bar-room. I Urged my father to let me go, but he at lirst refused. Finally, thinking it would be an innocent gratification of y curiosity, he put on his hat, and we passed across the green to the church. I well rc- member how the people appeared as they‘cume in, seeming to wonder fwhat kind of an exhibition was com- ” lag-off. In‘ the corner was the tavern keeper, and around him a numberof his friends. For an hour "the peo- ple‘hof the place continued to come in, ii“ there was a fair housefull.â€" All were curiously watching the deer, and apparently wondering what would appear next. The "I! pei‘son stole in and took his seat beâ€" a fanatic- bind a pillar in the gallery, as it knows my doubtful of the propriety of being in lhéCIIUI‘Cll at all. Two men finally came in and wé‘htpforward to the altar and took at the end 0f “leisJoumey' seats. eves VvGrc IS a deep SOI‘l‘OW In Iny heart and upon them, and a general stillness tears I“ my eyes- pi‘é‘v‘ailed throughout the house. The men were unlike in appear- ance, one being short, thick set in wrecxed' his build. and the other tall and well formed. * manner and dress of a clergyman a full round face, and a quiet good natured look as ho leisurely looked around his audience. But my childish interest was all felt aShamed Ome 0“”1' in; the old man. His broad, deep chest, and unusual height aisle. His brow deeply scanned with furrows, and around his handsome lines of ' calm and touching sadness. His eyes were blackand restless, and kind‘led‘as the tavern-keeper uttered cd,bcforc that searching glance, anl 4 I felt a relief when the old man withdrew his gaze. For a momontl indie he seemed lost in thought,| and then iii a liw and ti‘cmulous: tonc be commenced. There was ill depth in that VOICC, a thrilling sweet- ness and pathos, which riveted every heart in the church, before the first period had been rounded. My father’s attention had become fixch upon the eye of the speaker with an interest I had never before seen him exhibit. I can but briefly remem- her the substance of what the old man said, though the scene is as vivid before me as any I ever witâ€" i‘iesscd. ' check. The frost was white in its half-opened eyes, and upon its tiny fingers. I know not what became followed the inalign light which led no to ruin. I was a fanatic whcnl sacrificed my wife, children, happiâ€" ness and home, to tho accursc of mybravo boy. demon of the bowl. lonce udol‘cd Again the old man bowed his the gentle being whom I wronng head and wept, and all that were in so deeply.’ the liou3e wept with him. In tones ‘l was a drunknrd. From rc- of low heartbroken pathos, the old spectability and allluoncc l plunng man Concluded ' i into degradation and poverty. For ‘1 was arrested, and f0, Iong yours I saw her check pale, and hcrl months 1 mvej in doth-tum. ] 5WD grow WWI)“ I 10“ “0F Hittite awoke, was sentenced to prison for amid the wrcck of her home idols, um years, but no tortures could and “010d “I [he “IVCI'U- Silt? ttq‘lul those endured within my own never complained, yet she and thebosonm Oh, God! not [am not a "lllldf‘m “no” “'0'” hungry for farntic; I wish to injure no one.â€" bI‘Cil‘l- But while Ilive let me strive to ‘UHC NUW Year‘s flight I 1‘0- warn others not to enter the path which has been so dark and fearful ithc hallowed pron‘iptings of pure na- wliicll could offend, and was recom- ii'icndcd by the truth. This arose for want of a clear prcccption,l whether it was safe or unsafe to dis- close it; or whether the account might be agreeable or offensive. This is, in every respect, a most la- mcntable state of things, but it is no uncommon one. But when the in- stinctivcconfidcncc which flows from cffcct, she was still a useless childâ€"- always doing but never accomplish- ing her work. It was not a want of industry, but a want ofporsevcranoe. Remember, my dear little friends, that it matters but little what great thing we undertake. Our glory is not in that, but in what we accom- plish. for what we mean to do; but every body will open their eves bynandâ€"by to see what men and women and lit- tle children have done. turo has free play. the opposite pro- vails. If the child be allowed to obey his inward impulses, his heart, like the flower expanding to receive the genial rays of the sun, will be opened to his parent. But the par- cnt’s love must be manifest to tho I THAT’S Soâ€"Heaven help the man who thinks he can (lodge " enemies” by trying to please everybody. If such an ‘Mv friends! I am a stranger in , turned into to the but where charity your village, and I trust may calllliad given us a roof. She was still you friends. A new star has arisen up, shivering over the coals. and there is hope in the dark night, demanded food, but she burst into that hangs like a pull of gloom ovoi' tours and told me there was none. our countrv.’ iI lieiccly ordered her to get some. With a'thrilling depth of voice, She turned her ex cs sadly upon the speaker continued ; ‘Oh, God,,iiio, the tears falling fast over her thou who lookcth with compassion‘ pale check. upon the most orring ofearth’s frail At this moment the child in its children, I thank then that a brazen serpent has been lifted upon which a, (lrunkard can look and be liealod.~â€" Tl‘iut a beacon has burst out upon the darkness that surrounds him,i which shall guide him back to how nor and heaven, the bruised and weaiy wandorcri’ wail, startling the despairing mo. thcr lko a sci'pcnt’s sting. ‘ We have no food, Jamesâ€"shave had none for two days. I have nothing for the babe. My onco kind husband, must we starve .7” "That sad, pleading face, and . It IS Strange, What Power the"? those streaming eyes, and the IS 10' SOmC VOICGS- Elle Speakers fccblc wail of the child muddencd voice was low and measured, but a tear trembled in every tone, and, boil fore I knew why, a tear dropped on] my hand followed by others like raindrops. The old man brushed one from his eye and continued : ‘ Men and Christians! you have just heard that I am _a vagrant and I am not. As God me andâ€"yes lâ€"-â€"struck her a fierce blow in the face, and she fell for~ ward upon the hearth. Tho furics of hell boiled in my bosom, and with deeper intensity as I fclt that I had committed a wrono. I had never struck Mary before, but now some terrible impulse bore me on and I stooped down as well as: I own sad heart,l came could in my drunken state and here just to do good. Hear me, and clinched both hands in her hair. be .lus‘" . ‘God of mctcy,’ exclaimed my ‘I am an old man standing alone wife, as She looked up in my There I kill us, you will not harm Willic,’ assho sprung to the Cradle and grasped him in her embrace. l I have journeyed over a dark, beaconless ocean,aiid all of life’s. brightest liopés have been I am without friends kindred or home! I was not once , dragged her to the door. and as I lifted the latch the wind burst fiendish countenance, ‘ you will not, caught her again by the hair, and, III_ ‘a one to me. I would see my aged wife and children beyond this vale of tears.’ ’ The old man Sat down. but a spell as deep and strange as that wrought by some wizzard‘s breath rested upon the audience. Hearts could have been heard in their heat- ing. and tears to fall. The old man CHIle {IVVUIIC and SCI up {I furnished i then asked the People [0 31g” the pledge. My father leaped from his seat and snatched at it. eagerly.â€" [had followed him as he hesitated a moment with his pen ill the ink; in tour fell from the old man’s eyes upon the paper. ‘Sign it, young man, sign it.â€"â€"-‘- Angels would sign it. I would write my name ten thousand times in blood, if it would bring back my loved ones.’ My father wrote Htidson.’ VA The old man looked, Wipcd his tearful eyes, and looked again, his countenance alternately flushed with red and a death-like palcncss. ‘ Mortimer ‘llltd been severed. They looked both rcclod and gasped-â€" ‘My own injured boyl’ ‘ My fathor !’ child; he must be convinced that it warms his bosom; and then the sym pathetic fooling will prompt him to rush into hts parent’s arms, to dis close every four and hope, every I A. thought that pains, and every sensa- tion that delights the heart, with full confidence that his feelings will be rociprocatcd. ,â€" THE DECLINE OF NATIONS:â€" What lias been the source of the ruin earthquake shock, or volcano~flamesl 'Noneof those everprcvailod against a great people, so as to make their name pass from the earth. In every place and period of national decline, you will find other causes than those at work to bring it about, namely, luxury, clfeminancy, love of pleasure fineness in art, ingenuity in enjoy- ment. What is the main lessi-in which, as for sock any in our classical read we gather from our youth from ancient history? Surely thisâ€"that simplicity of lifc, of lan- guage, and ofmanners,givcs strength to a nation; and that luxuriousness ‘It isâ€"no, it cannot be, yet how strange,’ muttered t‘io old man. ‘I’aidon me, air, but that is the name of my own have boy-.’ of life, subtlety of language, and smoothncss of manners, bring weak» ness and destruction on a nation. M V father trembled and held up , il'hillllc men possesses little and desire his left arm, lrom which the hand less.1 1 l"'() t;- . y remain brave and noble; vhilc they are scornlul of all the for a moment into each others eyes, 81‘13 0f luxury. and HR In the Sight of other nations as barbarians. their swords are iri‘csistiblc and their sway illimitable; but let them bcCOinc son- of nations siilce the Wold began? Has it , been plague, or famine, or The younger had the s" _, looked once. glint-like as he strode slowly up the which have wrecked my hopes there hair was white, his is a blessed light of happiness and No one could withstand the touching pathos of the old man. I noticed a l“:tl‘ trembling on the lid of my father’s eye, and I- no longer ‘No, my friends it was not so Away over the dark wach homo. I reach again convuvlsivcly for the shrines of household idols with a cloud of snow. vell of a fiendl still dragged bet on, and l Willi tliel iuulcd her out into the. sitivc to the refinements of taste, and quick in the capacities of please are, and that instant the fingers that They fell upon each other till it seemed their souls would grow and mingle into one. There was - l 1 individual ever succeeded we should be glad to know it. Not. going that we believe in a man’s through the World trying to find a beam to knock his head against; dis~ pitting every man’s Opinion; fighting and elbowing and crowding all who differ from him. That again is anoth- or extreme Other people havcaright to their own opinions, so liaVe you; don’t fall into the error of supposing they will respect you more for turn- log your coat every day to match theirs. Wear your own colors, spite of wind and weather, storm or sun- shine. It costs the vacillating and irrosolute ten times the trouble to wind and shulllc, and twist, that it does honest, manly independence to stand his ground. So says the Schenectady Star, and so say we. ’I‘iic SILLY VVoMAN.â€"-'l‘his class of women belongs to the tribe of gossips; . possessing no resourcls in herself, with iii- isatiable craving alter excitement, she ,must create for herself some interest to |lill he vacant hours. The silly women is the torment of her own family and the dread of others. She enters with an air of busy importance, which might induce one to whom; she is unknown to believe that weighty matters bring her fl om her own heme. ‘s’I'lii-n follows the latest bit ofscau- dal, told with the injunction, perhaps, not to breath it to the world, as she would not be implicated as the author on any ac- count. Such creatures remind me of the conteinptuble insect whose undermining l'd‘ bour sayps the foundation of the noblest structures, and in time bring them to ruins. Thesilly Woman, strange as it may seem, most often finds a congenial companion in the marriage lottery, for men of sense Well he remembered as a hat to those ‘ darkness and the storm. With wild ha, ha, [closed the door and turned the button, her pleading, moans mingled with the wail of the blast and the sharp cry of her babe. But my work was iiot«com-, plctc. I turned to the little bed‘ where lay my oldest son, and snatch-. cd him from his slumbers, and D weeping in that church, and] turn- cd bewildered upon the streaming around me. ‘ Let me thank God for his great blessing, which has gladdencd my guilt burthcned soul,’ exclaimed the old man, and kneeling down, poured out his heart in one most meltinnr prayers I ever heard. that once were mine ; now mine no more.’ . . i . l The old man seemed looking ‘out. In agony of fear he called me, a low jest. His lips tvere'COInpresv ,away through vacancy upon ~‘som’6 ; by name I Was no longer fit to bear, leave the spot. against his l’ialfawakcncd struggles, The spell was broken, and all eag- opened the door and throw himlcrly signed the pledge, slowly go- ing to their «homes, as it loth} to of the, nian; the Athenian by the Spartan; have power to hold them in check; and when a gossip of this stamp finds sympathy of taste in her partnerâ€"when he not un- frequcntly heightens the colouring she gives to tier piquant stories, and aids her in (lisscmiiiatii‘ig themâ€"if is but fair to place him in the same category. The children of this pair should be callod Malice and Buisybody, for they are the twins of Silliness and Gossip. had grasped the iron rod fail from the golden sceptrc. Ever you will see the rude and simple nation at once more virtuous and more victori- ous than one practised in arts. Watch how the Lydian is overthrown by the Persian; the Persian by the A the- lthen the whole polished Greece by the rougher Roman; the Roman, in his turn refined, only to be crushed by the Goth; and at the turning point ~.__._.__f_â€"-A A man being commiserated with on ac- count of his wife‘s running away, “said The old man is of the middle ages, the liberty ofj‘Don’t pity me till she comes back again? l 1 ing. A recent article in the Daily Globe, _ under the head of “ The Farmers’ Insect Enemies,” from an American the annual damage to them in thct Uniiod State's, from insignificant in- ;' sects, must reach'thc sum. of one hundred million dollars.” How much ; Canada may be yearly suffering from a similar cause I shall to calculate. It is, however, a well ascertained fact that liuudrods,vnay,g possibly thousands of our farmers, have lost in past years, and this very“ scason will loosefrom five to twenty- five bushels of wheat per acre; while many have abandoned the c'ultiVation" l of this important cereaLaItogetheifi,‘ not attempt ‘ I ‘v'I)rc"’i." but I , . 'i . 2 paper, says:-â€"“ Taking all our Crops ' It is also a fact that this,~ insect 7i!“ 1 spreading rapidly into the. interior)“. , In this neighbourhood it is movmg, north rapidly; it has reached the township of Wllitohurch, north of, the Ridges, and I am informed that it has made its appearance in the, if township of West Gwilliambury, __ South Simone. , Conceiving, as Ido, the present,» to be a very suitable period for sugâ€"I’ , gesting some mode ofdostroyingthis terrible little army; and, in doing so, I frankly admit that my suggestions , are purely theoratical, and in offer-- ing them to the public may bring upon myself a good deal of rough-' handling, such as full to the lot of A the disputalits about the “snow-roll- ing.” At the same , time, if these crude suggestions have the effect of exciting discussion with able and_"" scientific agriculturists, entomoloâ€"é‘ gists, and agricultural Chemists, and such discussions lead to any really: beneficial results, I shall be amply repaid. ’ Before enumerating the plans I intend to submit for the destruction of this insect, it may be necessary to give my ideasrof its habits. . Taking the insect‘tfi'its present de- structive stage of life, viz: the mag- got having destroyed, the grain, and attained to its full size, it is by the , aid cl high winds, reaping, raking, and binding, shocking up, and pitch- ing on to the waggon, shaken out of} its summer quarters, and finds a win- ter home in the earth near the surâ€" Noiwdy in the world cares face. Long ere winter sets in it has undergone a partial transformation, , viz., from the maggot to the chrysi- lis. In this state it remains until the genial influence ofthc sun in the ensu- ing spring brings it forth in the shape of a little golden Spangled lly, just in time to multiply its species by ad- ding thousands to thousands in the fresh deposits of larvae in the as yet but imperfectly formed ear of wheat or other grain, and so on from year to your. New for the remed ':-- lst. Immediately after harvest, scatter evenly as much straw as pos~ sihle over the stubble field. and bars ing taken every propor precautionto . prevent accidents, burn (3f the straw and stubble. 2nd. Shortly after the burning, sow broadcast a good Coating of strong Liverpool salt, or reck saltâ€"- say from 20-0 to 500 pounds per acre. 3rd. As soon after as possible, sow, ten bushels or more per acre of newly slacde lime. ' ' 4th. Harrow the ground well, by which means should any of the lar- ' vae have escaped the first process, the effects of the second and third, may be rendered certain. The beneficial effects of these sim- pic and cheap applications, supposirg there was no insect to be destroyed, no one "acquainted with the most or‘ dinary operations of farming will, I hope, attempt to deny; but as I in- tcnd referring to these mattorsagain, I shall close this communication. Meantime, I am, Sir, Your most obt. servant. " G. P. DICKSON.‘ Richmond Hill, August 8, 1860. Personal respectability is totally imlea pendent of a large income. Its greatest: secret is? self-respect. Poverty can never, degrade those who never degrade theme selves by pretence or duplicity. A LITTLE DiscovnitY.â€"â€"Observing Boy; “Ma, Annt Dora has been eating the honey.’-â€"â€"-Astonisben Mother.’â€"'HOW do you know, my deariâ€"Sou: “ Cause I heard Mr. Slyboots say he wanted to sip. the honey from her lips.’ A steamboat passenger, missing his handkerchief, asked an Irishman if he had, seen it, and insinuated a charge of theft. But afterwards finding his pocket com- panion in his hat, he began to apologise. “Oh, don’t be after making any apologyl it was a mere mistake, and on both Sides too. You took me for a thief, auditook you fora gentlemang ‘ i