The New England farmer . ES. Boston, July, 1870. YOL. IV.—NO. 7. R. P. EATO^T & CO., Publishers,Office, 34 Merchants Row. MONTHLY. SIMON BROWN, ) -^^^^ „, [Editors. SPECIALTIES OF JULY. Now let me tread the meadow paths While glittering dew the ground illumes,Ab, sprinkled oer the withering swaths. Their moisture shrinks in sweet perfumes;And hear the beetle sound his hoin ; And hear the skylark whistling uigh,Sprung from his bed of tufted corn, A hailing minstrel in the sky.—JbAn Clare. usT as we her-alded in themonth of June,and declaredwe had neverseen such beau-ties in Nature,nor
The New England farmer . ES. Boston, July, 1870. YOL. IV.—NO. 7. R. P. EATO^T & CO., Publishers,Office, 34 Merchants Row. MONTHLY. SIMON BROWN, ) -^^^^ „, [Editors. SPECIALTIES OF JULY. Now let me tread the meadow paths While glittering dew the ground illumes,Ab, sprinkled oer the withering swaths. Their moisture shrinks in sweet perfumes;And hear the beetle sound his hoin ; And hear the skylark whistling uigh,Sprung from his bed of tufted corn, A hailing minstrel in the sky.—JbAn Clare. usT as we her-alded in themonth of June,and declaredwe had neverseen such beau-ties in Nature,nor had everrealized such^^ charming sen-^^ sations before,do we now wel-come July,—July! themonth of theearly harvests,when goldengrains and yel-low fruits beginto drop intothe lap of thehusbandman, to fulfil the promises of Mayand June. The world around us now assumes a charac-ter—a July character—so unlike any of its fel-lows that it scarcely seems to belong to thesame family. Not only are the sights, the. external aspects of nature, greatly changed,but the sounds, also, are peculiar to the cease to low, the meadow lark whis-tles from the topmost bough of the old appletree, or some tuft of tall grass near his brood-ing mate ; the martins and swallows skim theair, snatch up unwary insects who are on thewing, and convey them to their clamorousyouag who receive them with open mouthsand thankful tones. Now the beetle soundshis horn, and the brooding bittern boomsto her mate as he soars in circles a thousandfeet above, as a signal to her locality amongthe rushes of the swamp. Now rains are less frequent, the dust flies;the plants wither, when we have one of thosedays which make the house too hot to hold us,and force us to seek shelter in the open air,which is hotter; when the interior of theblacksmiths shop looks awful; when the birdssit open-mouthed upon the trees; when pe-destrians along dusty roads quarrel with theircoats, and women go about their work gow
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