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BV FROIKSSOK ALUEUX.
“Come children it is time for you to
list,” said Mrs. Klliot to little Henry
and Jane ; “wo are going into the
country to-day.”
“Where are we going ?” said Henry
rubbing bis eyes very hard.
“We are going to sec uncle Guy-
lord.”
“Oh! are we!” said Henry jumping
out of bed and dancing around the
room. “Sister we shall see the lambs,
and the pigs and the cows and the
chickens that uncle told us about.”
“Shall we see the little colt that un
de is going to giro me !” said Jane.
“I presume'you will,” said Mrs. Kl
imt “but ronir Mini he dressed now.—
You cannot go before you are dressed,
you know.”
The children were at length dressed
but not till thev had iieen told a great
many, times to ‘•stand still,’while their
mother was fastening their clothes.
After breakfast Mr. and Mrs. E. ami
the children set out out on their jour-
ney. They readied uncle Gaylord’s in
safety, about tile middle of the after
noon.
Henry mid James were the mo •-
anxious to see tin* animal : above nr'.me
than they were to see their unci' find
aunt Toward evening their father led
them forth to gratify their curiosity.
They first went to a yard, in which
there were about a dozen pigs. The_\
wore very small and very clean, and
looked so much alike that you could
not tell one from another. M hen the
children leaned upon the fence nnd
looked at them, they tossed up their
noses and kicked up their heels, and
scampered to the farthest part of tV
yard, and then came hack to the place
whence they start 'd and stood facing
their visitors. Then some of them put
their nosses together as though they
wore whispering and telling one anoth
er what they thought of Henry and
Jane, and then they ail ran aw*ay again
and stopped in the other extremity of
the yard.
•‘Oh! how I wish I had one of them!
said Henry.
“So do I,” said Jane.
“You may have one if von will enteh
him,” said uncle Gaylord.
“Will they not bite f” said Henry.
“No, they will not bite you.
“PaMwmay I catch one?”
“Yes.”
“Henry climed over the fence into
the yard. The pigs stood and looked
at him till ho came near them and then
away they ran to the other end of the
yard. There they waited for him till
he came very near them and then they
ran back to the other end; and thus
they kept ninningj»ftck uud forth seem
ing to be well pleased with the sport—
At last Henry was convinced that
they were too nimble for him. He
came out of the yard, comforting him
self with the reflection that he tould
catchMhem if he could only run fast
enough.
The next visit was to the sheep pas
ture. It contained a great many sheep.
As soon as they saw uncle Gaylord,
they set up a great baa-ing, and came
running toward him. Henry was af
raid and got behind his father, mid
Jane entreated her father to take her
unin his arms. The sheep came up
close to uncle Gaylord ami licked his
hand*; and one little lamb came up to
Usury, mid licked his face. Doth the
sheen and the lambs were very fat and
fine looking.
At »««set the cows come home.—
They stood near the kitchen door,
chewewing the end and wmitiing to be
milked. They were very smooth and
hue looking cows and so gentle that a
child might without fear take hold of
their hofns. Quo cow who had very
long, crooked horns held down her
head while Henry felt of them and pat
ted her forehead.
i ‘‘Papa,” said Henry, ‘'What makes
all of uncle Gaylord’s animals look so
well?”
“Because he takes good care of
them. He is an excellent farmer.”
When Henry and Jane went to bed
it was a long time before they fell as
leep ; they had much to say about what
they had seen. Henry was sure he
would be a farmer when he came to be
a man.
On the next mornning their uncle
took them to lido. There were two
seats in the wagon. Mr. E. and mu'j
G. saton one seat, and Henry and Jane
on the other. The brothers were so
busy talking that the children could not
ask them any questions. By-and-by,
they stopped at a farm -house where un
cle Gaolord had some business to tran
sact. The children went to see a flock
of sheep that were in a field very near
the house. They did not look like un
cle Gaylords’s sheep. They were lenn
and dirty and ran away when Henry
came near them.
“I don’t believe,” said Henry, “that
this man gives his sheep enough to cat.
Ho cannot he a good farmer 1 know.”
When they reached home, Henry
asked his father if the owner of the
sheep they saw a good farmer.
“Yes" said Mr. E. “your uncle says
he is a very good farmer.”
“Yes” said uncle Gaylord “he is the
best farmer in the township.”
“Why do not his sheep and lambs
look better?” said Henry
“i'ehas a very niiruly flock; they
break out of the pasture very often and
feed on a poisonous weed that grows
in an adjoining field.”
“Does it poison them to death 1”
“No it does not kill them, hut it
makes them lean, and causes them to
shed their wool and. in consequence, to
look very shabby. Their owner takes
great pains to keep them in their pas
ture which is a fine one, hut they, hv
some Cleans, often get out.
“Ought those sheep to blame their
owner for being lean?” sal 1 Mr. E,
“No sir, for it is their ow n fait.”
“There are a great many people in
the work! who are as unreasonable as
the sheep would ho if they were to
blame their owner for their leanness.
“I do not know what papa means.”
“There arc a great many persons in
the world who make themselves unhap
py, and then blame the Lord for it.—
If that man's sheep had only dono as
their owner wanted them to do, would
have been fat and healthy ; and so if
iiica will do as God wants to have
them do, they will bo happy. The un
happiness in the woi Id is owing to the
wickedness of man Hot to a lack of
goodness on the part of God. Every
good thing that you would enjoy
comes from God’s goodness: every
evil thing which you sulfor is the result
of man’s wickedness.”
From tho New-York Picayune.
PROF. JULIUS CESAR IIAYYIBIL’S SCI
ENTIFIC DISCORDS.
Bkuddees and Sistkks;—
My lectur dis vbvniu in conseques
ob seberal reasons will be on deobsor-
bin’ subject ob
MALGAMATION.
Do word ’Malgamation,’ cordin to
de works ob Dockter Kobe!, on do
“Anatnnl lYobosus ob de Elemfent,”
detived from a old Dueh painter man,
an’ simply mean a mixin’ up ob kul-
lers. l>e fust fhstinck ob de mixin’ up
ob cullers ’mong men and wiinin on
record in g’ogra|>hy was when old
massa Moses nrnrfct ft ctiller’d womin,
jis to luff de Africins see dnt ho was
not afeerd to mix will deni in dcfullest
sencc ob de word nnd eber scnce dat
old Jew man marrid dat black woman,
all demean, stingy ole wite fellers dnt
am too miserly to keep a wite ’omin
ns should be am tryin to inflame de beds
ob de kullor’d people wid dere Malga-
mntion doctrin, for ebory now and den
we hear ob some sassy wite feller a
run away wid some lubly culered gal,
an’ puttin’ olffor Bostin, wharede folks
like such tings, as fnsa as de raterode
can carry ’em, an,’ my friencs dis state
ob things am looking more omnibus
ebery day, for dar ant not not an Eas
tern paper dat I lay my ban’s on but
wat contaues a call for a meetin’ ob
de wite trash to consider de qncstum
ob nholishnn an’ .Malgama shun; hut
my deluded friens dis am all gass an
gnmmou about d isc fellers, simfersiain’
wid do kullered race. AU ifey want
am to sasagefry der charcole appetites
by foolin round de hibliest ob our fare
sec. Ef 1 had a darter, and she was
as liNinble as a rinosinboss, before one
of dese wite rascals should lay his pur-
lash hands on her welwt skin I'd do as
de ole Romun, Warginus ob ole, did,
wheft old King Kruse tried to lay his
wiolnte ban’s onoe bnaaom ob he dar
ter—I’d smash him chops wid a Balo-
ny sassinger. I ’member well- wen I
seed de actor man in de playhouse play
dis good Mr. yVarginius. 1 recumlect
now a young man dat was named Isil-
ous who was a how to de doctur told
’im dat Wargioius looked mity cross,
and sed, “Dont you see dis arm bub ?
It is a Rinnan’s and lias manured de
side!”
Dc facum, my sleepy henreas these
wite abolishonists want to swashente
wid de darkey population so dat dey
will cum ebery kind oh queer game
nber you to complish dere purpose.—
Dey only want to pull de wool oher
de eyes oh your blushin’, blumin’ dam
sels jis like de dehbil pulls de wool
ober da eyes oh de sinner, and it am
my private ‘opinion dat dese wite peop
les nint as far gettin’ into lichen as I
am to hah my my sallary raised to a
lubbin pint and de Lord nose dat am
fur’nufl‘off; but my stingy fi lends, if
dis state ob tings am lowed to ’sist
much longer, it will trow de cogw’eol
ob subilitashun outob jint, break off
de axel trees which dis circnlombitlar
arth goes round, bust do Idler ob de na
tion upset de cars ob aiistocrasy nnd
spill all society which catastryphy
wood, ob kosc smash de ole constitu
tion, an we hah to lit) on de by-lay for
eber afterwards which case any a lac
derefore let it slide into your nolage-
box, v. id all de cse an grace dat you
would swoller a frieod clam.
Du “Ilannable Guards,” de cullered
soger company raised in honor ob
vore pooly supported laborers an nam-
arter him went on a shutting iron seur-
tion week afore lass. I hail a invite
to go ’long but not b.abin eny par ob
boots in pertieulur, 1 didn't go. Dev
had do darkey band ipng an’ oueoh de
abolitionists kaii^ de target, an’d bear
dey had fuss rate times. Dis an’t halt
what de darkeys ob New-York can do.
It am only a spccement ob what dey
git a chance. I undartad’ from Ril!
Tielip, da fiferdat a new darkey com
pany am ra?*in’, to bo called de Breech
or Fencenbles.
Brudder Julius Henry Sturgeon will
do de congresliuni de honor ob paasin’
ronud de susser, and he will keep his i
eye skinned for kounteifit gold dollars
l har dey am worry much in wogue jis ;
now.
A BRAGiniiriN cm.
The New Orleans Delta tells the fol
lowing good story:—
A gentleman recently returned from
Havana who whilst there visited the
prisoners of the late expedition ; in the
Puuta relates an anecdote illustrative of
the sang froid which enters so largely
into tho American character. He says
when ho entered the room where the
prisoners were nnd observed their for
lorn appearance—suffering from the re
cent fatigues nnd deprivations of their
extraordinary cmnpagn—their heads
shaved—their legs chafed and wear
ing the prison dress—he felt so griev
ed and affected that he could with dif
ficulty restrain his tears. Commen
cing conversation with the prisoners he
soon discovered, however that tlioutrli
their appearance might be ever so for
lorn their minds were far from pros
trate, but with firmness which marks
the American character they bore up
not only with fortitude but with cheer
fulness and apparent indifference to
their physical snflerings. The sympa
thizing visitor, in words which were
nearly choked with grief asked his af
flicted countryman if they wanted any
thing.
“Yes,” responded one of the prison
ers “you would greatly oblige me if
you would let me know how the elec-
went in M4pe.”
“Bragg elecedt,” was the reply.
“Hura for that!” exclaimed the un
happy prisoner; “Jim hand us over that
dollar—the submisionists are ticked.
“During the war of 1812, it happen
ed that invasion was expected in the
town of Lynn, situated at the mouth of
the Connecticut river. Tho ‘spirit of
the times” had previously manifested it-
sc!j in militia gatherings and organiza
tions, and the individual who had un-
di'i'takjsu. to discipline the rustics in the
art oWrer was one Captain Tinker,
who had advanced his company to a
high state of ‘theoretical practice,’ by
the aid of broom-sticks and corn-stalks
inttrpersed here and there with a rusty
old ‘Queen's arm.’ Well, several fero
cious and deteri'Uniil ‘barades were
executed,! u anticipation of the enemy's
advent. Bolls were cast, guns scoured,
flints picked, and the ‘troops’ were set
to work in digging a trench which
should command the entrance of the
river, under the supervision of Col. S—
who was a veteran of the revolution-
It waa not long before some gun-boats
were seen approaohing closely followed
by two Eiigliah frigates, and ns they
came within range, a shot or two was
fired. The troops were all duly en
trenched; and thrust through their em
bankment, the muzzles of two culvc-
rins, fully charged with death dealing
material, stoop ‘grinning grim defiance’
to foreign invasion, and awaiting the
charge. But at this juncture our
doughty captain was not to be found.
The valiant colonel had ridden up and
down the lines in vain in search of hiu#
but at length he espied in the distance
a dirt covered head bobbing up and
down occasionally from the ground,
whose ‘continuations were evidently
busily engaged in finding the bottom of
a deep hole. In the summer-tide of
passion, the colonel rode up to the spot
and exclaimed; What the devil are you
doing in that hole, Captain Tinker.—
Why are you not at the head of your
troops?’ ‘Troops be d d’ replied
the captain; it’s their business to take
care of themselves; this is my hole; I
dug it last night, and the cursed Brit
ishers can hit me if they kin—let ’em
slnite! Let troops git under their sand
banks, if they don’t want to git ; they
got one!’ Wasn’t this an exhibition of
the ‘better part of valor’in a commend
ing officer.
The Best Recommendation.—A
youth seeking employment, went to one
of our large cities, and on inquiring at
a certain counting-room if they wished
a clerk was told that they did not. On
mentioning the recommendation he had,
one of which was from a highl y res
pectable citizen, the merchant desired to
see them. In turning over his carpet
hag to fiiml his letters, a book rolled out
on the floor. “W hat book is that,” said
the luerciutnL. “It is the Bible, sir,”
was the reply. “And what are going
to do with that book in N«w Yoikt” !
The lad looked seriously into the mer
chant's face, and replied, “J promised
my mother / would read it eviry day,
and / shall do if,” and burst into tears.
The merchant immediately engaged his
•er\ ices, and in due time be became a
partner in the firm, one of the most res
pectable in the city.
Fit fou a Lawyer.—An old lady
walked into a lawyer’s office lately,
when the following conversation took
place:
Lady.—Squire, I called to see if you
would like to take this boy and make a
lawyer of him.
Lawyer.—Tho boy appears rather
young, madam. How old is he?
Lady.—Seven years, sir.
Lawyer.—He is too young—deci
dedly too yoang. Have you no boys
older?
Lady.—Oliyes, sir, I have several:
but we bare concluded to make farmers
ol the others. I told you my man I
thought this little feller would make a
first rate lawyer, and so I called to see
if you would take him.
Lawyer.'—No mam ; he is too young
yet to commence the study of the pro
fession, But why do you think this
boy so much better calculated for a
lawyer than your other sons ?
Lady.—Why, you see, sir, he is just
seven years old to-day; whan he was
only five, he’d/i'c like all nature; when
be got to be six, be was saury and im
pudent as any critter could lie; and now
he’ll steal every thing bo can lay his
hands on.
H ARD OF HEARING—A LOVE STORY.
A young Jonathan once com ted the
daughter of an man that lived down
East who profeWed to be deficient in
heniing—but forsooth, was more capa
cious than limited in bearing as the
sequel will tend to show.
It was a stormy night inYhc ides of
March if I mistake not amid lightning
and loud peals of thunder that Jonathan
sat by the old man’s fireside discussing
with the old lady (his intended mother-
in-law) on the expediency of asking the
old mail's permission to marry Kal,—
Jonathan resolved to pop it the old man
th next day—“but,” says be “as I think
of the task, my heart shrinks, and reso
lution weakens—he’s so dang’d hard
to hear a body." In the meantime the
old man, \*no was hypocritical so far
as hearing was concerned feigned to
tal indifference to the conversation be
tween his wife and Jonathan but con
trary to the anticipation of both he dis
tinctly heard every word that passed by
dawn of another day the man was to
be found in his bam lot feeding his pigs.
Jonathan also rose from bed early in
the morning and spied the old man
feeding his pigs, and resolved to ask him
for Sal-
Scarce had minute elapsed after Jon
athan made hislaat resolutifib ere he
hid the old man good morning. Now
Jonathan’s heart beat—now i^|cratoh-
ed his head and gave birth t^ja nsivo
yarns. Jonathan declared that he’d as
leave “take thirty-nine stripes” as to
ask the old man. “But says he aloud
i to himself, “however, hero goes it a
faint heart never won a fair girl,” and
addressed the old man thus:
“I say, old man, I want to marry
your daughter?”
Old man—“Non want to borrow ni\
. halter. 1 would lend it it to you Jon-
! a than but my son has taken it off to the
mill.”
Jonathan put his mouth close to the
old man’s ear and speaking in a dea
fening voice, said,—“I have got forty-
five pounds of money!”
The old man stepped back, as if
greatly alarmed and exclaimed in a
voice of surprise, “you have got five
hundred pounds ofhoncy! What in
tlie mischeif can I do with so much hon
ey, Jonathan ? Why its more than all
the neighborhood has use for ?”
Jonathan who was not yet the vic
tim of despair put his mouth to the old
man’s ear and brawled out “I’ve got
^ gold. ’ To this the old man replied, so
have I Jonathan; and it is the worst
cold I ever had in my life.” So saying
; the old man sneezed, wash-ud-
By this time the oid lady came out
i n,,< l having observed Jonathan's unfor
tunate luck, she put her mouth up to
the old man’s ear, und scrameil like a
wounded Zeno—Daddy—“I say, dad-
<!)', y ou don t understand him; he wants
to many our daughter.”
Old man—“1 told him my c: lf-Iial-
ter was gone.”
Old lady—‘‘Why, daddy you cant
understand :hc’s got gold ; he’s rich.
Old man—“He’s got a cold and the
itch eh? Mhat’s the dexil are doing
here with the itch eh ?” So saying the
old man aimed a blow at Jonathan’s
head his walking staff; happily for Jon
athan he dodged it. Nor did the rage
of our hero stop at this, hut with an
angry countenance he made after Jona
than who took to heels nor dii] Jona
thans luck stop here he had not gone
out of the barn-yard nor far from the
old man who run him a close race ere
Jonathan stumbled his his toe and fell
to the ground, and before the old man-
could stop he stumbled over, Jonathan
sprung to big heels and with the speed
oi John Gilpin, cleared himself. And
poor Sal! she died a nun. Never had
a husband.
FRlDi TIIF KNICKERBOCKER.
“Lawyers are a grave sedate race
when ’on duty,’ but out of court we
know of no class who cultivate the hu.
morous more assiduously, and we may
add more effectively. R ead the follow-
jug, for example sent us by one of
’em:
“In one of the western counties of
the down east’ state, there waved many
years ago, and for many years an ar
tillery company famous in all the coun
try side for its parades and sham-fights.
To see the Paris artillery of a ’trainin-
day was ‘an aim and an achievement.
In the time of the last war with Eng
land its meetings were frequent and
exciting. Lieutenant J—■■■ n, remem
bered for his love o' “ or hate of the
federalists and habitual use and misuse
ot tho word business,’ was balmy be
yond question when late in the after
noon of training.day, he was invited
by the captain, in accordance with the
usage ol those days, to take command
of the company for a short drill before
breaking up. Bracing himsell as well
as he could against a large elm he com
menced giving orders: ‘Fcllowsogcrs
p’ise swoard ? ” said he. After some
little time lie roused himself and repea
ted p’so swoard ! Why lieutenant we’
ve been p'ised for five inluutes,’ ex
claimed one of the sergents. Well the
his-ness is keep p’ised ! hicoughed the
lieutenant.
“1 was in the same country in the
time of the old Common Pleas Court
that an elderly and garrulous female
witness was called to give her testimo
ny incase before the bench. Her an
swers to the counsel were so confused
and unsatisfactory that at length the
Court) interfered and inquired who she
had been talking about. Nancy Knee-
land now in divine presence was the
prompt reply.
“At a recent term of the court in an
eastern country, J sH n or
Uncle Jemmy as he is familiarly called
was a juryman. Several actions of
H ,a clock vendor came ou for tri
al. Ail the cases, good and bad alike
going against the plaintiff some one as
ked Uncle Jemmy how it happened.—
Why said he Moot all of the jury had
some of them dorks!” There was re
tribution,' moral and legal.*
The cultivation of tlie heart should be
like that of a garden, where we prune and
weed he tore we begin to plant.
[BiORWMB k DE LIIRUE, PIBLISIIERS
NO. 34.
SELECTIONS FOR NEWSPAPERS.
Most persons think the selection of suit
able matter lor a newspaper the easier
part of the business. How great an er
ror! It is by all means the most difficult.
11) look over and over hundreds of ex
change papers every day, from which to
select enough for one, especially when
the question is not what shall, but what
shall not bo selected, is indeed “no easy
task.' 11 every person who reads u news
paper, could have edited it, we should hear
less complaints. Not unfrequenlly it is
the case mat an editor looks over all his
exchanges for something interesting, and
can absolutely find nothing. Every pa
per is dryer than a contribution box ; and
yet something nust lie had—his paper
must have something in it, and he does
the host he ran. To nn editor who has
the b ast care about what selects, the wri
ting he does is ihe easiest part of his la-
bor. A paper w hen completed should tie
one the editor would be willing to read to
his wife, bis mother, or his daughter; and
if he do that, if he gets such a pajier, he
will find his labor a most difficult one.
Every subscriber thinks the paper is
printed tor his especial benefit, and if
there is nothing in it that suits him it must
be stopped, it it good for nothing. Some
people look over the deaths and marriages,
and naturally complain of the editor, if
but few people in the vicinity of have been
so unfortunate as to die, or so fortunate as
to get married tho previous week. An
editor should have such things in his pa
per whether they occur or not. Just as
many subscribers ns ay editor may have,
justeo many tastes he has to consult. One
wants stories and poetry ; another abhors
all this. The politician wants nothing but
politics. One must have something sound.
One likes anecdoti s, fun and frolic, and a
next door neighbor wonders that a man
ot sense will put such stuff in his paper.
•Something spicy comes out, and the edi
tor is a blackguard. Next comes some
thing argumentative, and the editor is a
dull fool. And so between them all, you
see the poor fellow gets roughlv handled.
And yet, to mnefy-nine out of ii hundred,
these things never occur. They never
reflect that what does not please them,
may please tin next man, but the y insist
that it tlie paner does not suit them, it is
good for nothing.— Exchange Paper.
Taking Aotice.—A good many years
ago when there were slaves in Massachu
setts, a clergyman in Essex Co., hud an
old favotjte servant by the name ofCuffec.
CuffeecTcourse always went to church,
and observing that other gentlemen took
notes of the sermon, he took it into ins
head one Sunday to do so himself, and
accordingly prepared himself with the re
quisite materials, and spread himself to
the task.
W hen the minister reached home In-
sent for C’uffee to come into his study.
“Well, Caff e,” said he,“what were you
doing in meeting, this afternoon?”
“Doing, Massa? Taking notes!” was his
reply.
“A’ou taking notes ?” exclaimed the mas
ter.
“N'artin, Massa: all the gentlemen take
notes.”
“Well, let me see them,” said the mas
ter.
Cuffs© ilfrcupon produced his sheet of
paper, and his master found it scrawled
all over with all sorts of marks and lines,
as though a dozen cf spiders dipped in
ink, had marohed over it.
“Why this is all nonsense,” said the
minister, as lie looked at the “notes.”
“VV ell, Massa,” Cuffee replied, “ 1 thought
so all the time you was preaching.”
A Wife.—When a man of sense comes
to marry, it is a companion whom lie
wants, not an artist. It is not merely a
creature who can paint, and play, and
sing and dance; it is a being who can
comfort and counsel him, one who can
reason and reflect and feel and judge and
discriminate one w ho can assist him in
affairs, lighten his sorrow, purify bis Joy
strengthtm his principles and educate his
children. Such is the woman who is fit
•or a mother, and the mistress of a Lmilf.
A woman of the former description may
occasionally figure in the draw ing room,
and attract admiration of the company
but she is entirely unfit for a help mate to
' Id • '
the
a man and to “train up a child m
way he should go.”—Port Folio.
CITTINGS-
Now w tlie time to put in cuttigls ; al
most every tree or shrub will grow from
a cutting, if proper care and attention be
given tin-in. We have grown pears, ap
ples, peaches and cherries from cuttings,
and nearly every variety of flowering
bush grown from cuttings planted in Oc
tober. The soil for cuttings should be
mellow and ricli; rich in vegetable mat
ter, and as cool as possible. The great
advantage of October planting is, in the
roots forming in the fall and winter, there
by giving the plant a vigorous start in the
spring, enabling it to brave the heat of
summer. Cuttings should be placed iti
the ground horizontally, with but two
buds above the surface, and the but end
of the cuttings should always rest against
the solid earth. The roots arn surer tc
radiate from the base and once having ta
ken hold, willbe likely to live. Lrrvers of
fruits and flowers, try cutting* ialBctober
-MoftheHoua. , ~
Honesty and industry are the only pis
and unobstructed, roads to endless fan
and ever!asiii% http pines s.
Mam
•me