Alas, and farewell! But there's no use in grieving,
For life is made up of loving and leaving.
Written in an Album. R.W. RAYMOND.
FARMING.
Ill husbandry braggeth
To go with the best:
Good husbandry baggeth
Up gold in his chest.
Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry, Ch. LII. T. TUSSER.
Ye rigid Ploughmen! bear in mind
Your labor is for future hours.
Advance! spare not! nor look behind!
Plough deep and straight with all your powers!
The Plough. R.H. HORNE.
Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand,
And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.
Windsor Forest. A. POPE.
When weary reapers quit the sultry field,
And, crowned with corn, their thanks to Ceres yield.
Summer. A. POPE.
Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!
Heap high the golden corn!
No richer gift has Autumn poured
From out her lavish horn!
The Corn-Song. J.G. WHITTIER.
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising:
There are forty feeding like one!
The Cock is Crowing. W. WORDSWORTH.
FASHION.
Fashion—a word which knaves and fools may use,
Their knavery and folly to excuse.
Rosciad. C. CHURCHILL.