. California agriculturist and live stock journal. Agriculture -- California; Livestock -- California; Animal industry -- California. 14 California Agriculturist and Live Stock Journal. f ogj? mul ©ivb. The Seed. The farmer planted a seed, A little, dry, black seed; And ofl' he went to other work. For the farmer was never known to shirk, And cared for what he had need. The Di*,'Ut came with its dew, The eoul and silent dew; The dawn came and the day. And the farmer worked away At labors not a few. Home from his work one day. One glowing summer day; His children showed him a perfect flower. It
. California agriculturist and live stock journal. Agriculture -- California; Livestock -- California; Animal industry -- California. 14 California Agriculturist and Live Stock Journal. f ogj? mul ©ivb. The Seed. The farmer planted a seed, A little, dry, black seed; And ofl' he went to other work. For the farmer was never known to shirk, And cared for what he had need. The Di*,'Ut came with its dew, The eoul and silent dew; The dawn came and the day. And the farmer worked away At labors not a few. Home from his work one day. One glowing summer day; His children showed him a perfect flower. It had burst its bloom that very hour. How, I cannot say. But I know if the smallest seed In tho soil of love be cast. Both day and night will do their part. And the sower who works with a trusting heart Will find the flower at last. Xhe Farm and the City. An old farmhouse, with meadows wide, And sweet with clover on each tide; A bright-eyed boy, who looks from out The door with woodbine wreathed about. And wishes his one thought all day: "Oh! if I could but fly away From this dull spot the world to see. How happy, happy, happy. How happj' 1 should be!" Amid the city's constant din, A man who round the world has been, Who 'mid the tumult and the throng, Is thinking, thinking all day long; "Oh! could I only trace once more The field path to the farmhouse door. The old green meadow could I see. How happy, happy, happy. How happy should I be I" Our Baby. Do you see our baby, Sitting in his chair? Many funny tricks He plays when there. Darling little baby. Oh, so full of fun. Very soon we hope That he'll begin to run. Now sister Eose and I Must hold each tiny hand. For otir darling baby Cannot safely stand. OUR AUNT POLLY S NEW YEAK OEEETINO. ..ANIIABY, the first month, the usher in of another New Year, is here! It always brings a Happy New Year's greeting. How fortu nate it is that the holi- days come in luiJ-win- ter, to dispel some of the gloom that th
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