Mr. H. Longfellow of Cincinnati, has about one hundred acres under culture of grapes, strawberries, peaches and raspberries.
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[Pure Air.]
Throw open the window and fasten it there!
Fling the curtain aside and the blind,
And give a free entrance to heaven's pure air,
'Tis the life and health of mankind.
Behold that dull concourse in yonder closed space,
With visages sluggish and red;
How calmly they sit, each one in his place,
While their lungs with poison are fed.
What makes the grave deacon so drowsy at church?
The scholar so dull in his class?
Dry sermons!--dry studies!--the brain's in the lurch,
For want of pure oxygen gas.
Come, 'rouse, from your stupor, before it's too late,
And do not yourself so abuse--
To sit all day with your feet on the grate;
No wonder you're getting the "blues!"
Are you fond of coughs, colds, dyspepsia and rheums?
Of headaches, and fevers and chills?
Of bitters, hot-drops, and medicine fumes,
And bleeding, and blisters and pills?
Then shut yourself up like a monk in his cave,
Till nature grows weary and sad,
And imagine yourself on the brink of the grave.
Where nothing is cheerful and glad.
Be sure when you sleep, that all is shut out:
Place, too, a warm brick to your feet--
Wrap a bandage of flannel your neck quite about
And cover your head with the sheet.
But would you avoid the dark gloom of disease?
Then haste to the fresh open air,
Where your cheek may kindly be tanned by its breeze;
'Twill make you well, happy and fair.
O, prize not this lightly, so precious a thing;
'Tis laden with gladness and wealth--
The richest of blessings that heaven can bring,
The bright panacea of health.
Then open the window, and fasten it there!
Fling the curtain aside and the blind.
And give a free entrance to heaven's pure air,
'Tis light, life, and joy to mankind.
[The Deerfield (N. H.) Phenomena.]
We have frequently heard of singular and unaccountable reports, as of explosion, in Deerfield, but nothing so definite as the following statement by a correspondent of the Portsmouth Journal.
"Mr Editor,--During the last twelve years, certain curious, not to say alarming phenomena in the town of Deerfield, N. H., have excited the fears of the inhabitants, and we think should, ere this, have attracted the attention of the scientific. These are reports of explosions in the ground, apparently of a volcanic or gaseous nature. When first heard they were attributed to the blasting of rocks in Manchester, a new town some ten miles distant; but from the frequency of the reports at all hours in the night as well as the day, from the consideration that they were so loud, and were heard in all seasons, winter as well as summer, it was soon concluded that they had some other origin. The explosions, if they may be so called, commenced on a ridge of land running S. E. and N, W, some five miles in length, and principally on that portion called the South Road. They have, however, extended, and arc now heard in a northerly direction. The sounds have become louder, and during the last fall and the present spring or summer, as many as twenty have been heard in one night. Many of them jar the houses and ground perceptibly, so much so, that a child whose balance is not steady, will roll from one side to the other. They are as loud as a heavy cannon fired near the house, with no reverberation, and little roll. Last fall some of the inhabitants were riding in a wagon when an explosion was heard, and they saw the stone wall, which was apparently quite compact, fall over on one side of the way, and a second after upon the other. The stone wall of an unfinished cellar also fell in. This can be attested by many witnesses. There is no regularity in these reports, as they are heard at intervals of a day, a week, and sometimes of months: but for the last year they have become very common, and are heard almost every week more or less."