FARMING.

Dunstan Times, Issue 435, 19 August 1870, Page 3

FARMING.

In the operations of the farmer the great 'secret of his success is the facility and cheapness of the manure heap which is made out of the waste materials “hat accumulate or 'Clint about him. This material is always accumulative, and where agriculture is hadly carrie I on there is usually a proportionate neglect of manures. A country is impoverished in its agriculture just in proportion as its crops are removed and the waste is unsupplied to the soil now under, going exhaustion. Hence the country that ■Carries its products to the city, and the waste of the city allowed to run into the sea, is in great danger of being worn out. Like naturehersfdf, thefarmer should allow nothing do rhn waste. He must learn to utilise everything. The ancients when en • gaged in mining operations, frequently performed their work very unskillfully and it is said that the silver mines which were wrought in Greece in the days of Zenophon are now worked over again by making use of the waste materials of that day Poor farming only partially uses the waste material of the farm: good farming saves the whole, just as the skilful miner works out all the gold from the ore. It is hard finding a farmer at the present day who will allow a stream to run through his barn yard and carry off his liquid manure, or 'Svho will set fire to his stack of straw, or will allow his chip yard to accumulate load after load of refuse matter. These faults of the farmer are rarely to be seen at the present day, hut the great question still arises in the minds of farmers how they shall add to their manures and how they shall use them. An important rule is to make the manure heap the common receptacle of everything: otherwise useless about the house and barn. It is surprising how gteat an accumulation of manure the attentive farmer can make by watching every oppotunity to save it.

An Archbishop’s cure for headache.— The first time I ever saw D-. Whately was under curious circumstances, t accompanied my late friend Dr Field, to visit professionally some members of the Archbishop’s houaehol I atßedesdale, Stillorgan. The ground was covered by two feet of snow, and the thermometer was down almost to aero. Knowing the Archbishop’s character for humanity, I expressed much surprise at seeing an old labouring man in his shirt sleeves, felling atree “ after kefirs," in the demanse, while a heavy shower of s'cet drifted pitilessly on his wrinkled face "That labourer,” replied Dr. Field, 1 whom Vou think the victim of prelatical despotism, Is no other than the Archbishop curing himself of a headache. When his Grace has keen reading and writing more than ordinary, and finds any pain or confusion about thecerebral organisation, he puts both to flight by rushing oilt with an axe, and slashing away at some ponderous trunk. As Soon as he finds himself in a profuse perspiration lie gets into bed, wraps himself In Limerick blankets, falls into a soUnd slumber, and gets rap buoyant."—" Motoo irs of Archbishop Whately.’*