Boots without Seams.—A patent has lately been obtained for the manufacture of boots without seams.—For this purpose, the patentee proposes that the thigh of the beast should be flayed without cutting open, and afterwards dressed and curried upon blocks. The boot top upon the same principle is to be made of the shoulder, prepared in like manner.
FOR THE RURAL MAGAZINE.
The stanzas inserted below are ascribed, it is believed with correctness, to the pen of the late Governor Howell, of New Jersey. The occasion which gave rise to them, was that of his leaving home to join the army which was embodied to suppress the Western Insurrection. They breathe a delicacy of feeling, and a warmth of attachment, alike honourable to the author as a husband and a man. They likewise illustrate, very forcibly, the true character of WAR, whose approach is witnessed with sadness and sorrow, by all the endearing charities of domestic life.
I.
THE SOLDIER'S ADIEU.
Ah! Clara, cease—those silent tears
Steal down thy cheeks in vain;
Kind hope shall chase away thy fears,
Till I return again:
But wheresoe'er our route shall be,
My heart shall still encamp with thee.
Why should we lose the single hour,
Which time accords to love,
Suppress that sigh, I own its power,
Yet joy from hope improve:
But wheresoe'er our route shall be,
My heart shall still encamp with thee.