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his in-door stock are fed and attended to, and Mr. Caird, gives it as his opinion that they are that his men have instructions for commencing the most lucrative sources of profit to the their next day's work.

British farmer. As in most other matters, the Such is a brief sketch of a farmer's daily mean of the two opinions is most probably the routine, varied of course from month to month correct one. Upon rich grazing farms, where as seasons change and bring special duties with cattle are fattened without artificial food, live them, as hay and corn harvest, &c., &c. stock undoubtedly pay well, as requiring no

It is now time that our farmer derived some extra expense iu either labour or food. But substantial benefit from his labour, so we will upon purely arable farms, where stall-feeding proceed to give some computation of his pro- is indispensable and large quantities of artificial bable profits. His returns consist in his fat food are used, the profit must be looked for enstock, sold at a profit over and above the cost tirely in the rich manure they produce. Cattle price, deducting the value of purchased or for grazing are bought in at various prices, from artificial food ; his crops of corn, harvested, 1;

121. to 181. or 201., and sold out agaiu at from threshed, and sold to the miller or corn dealer; 177. to 25l. Where stall feeding is carried to his young stock, the produce of his breeding its full perfection, and animals are kept the animals, a surplus of which are generally sold, requisite time, they make large prices : 501. is after keeping the best and finest to replace the not unfrequently given for a fat bullock. vacancies caused by death or those disposed of; live stock at the present time pays so well as and the other miscellaneous products of the sheep. We have not only the carcase, making farm, such as butter, cheese, wool, &c. Going the somewhat long price of 7d. per lb., but I further into particulars, the quantity of corn also the wool, selling at the unprecedented yielded per acre varies very much with the price of 70s. per tod, or 23. 6d. per pound. quality of the land and the nature of the The weight of wool clipped from a long-woolled

Upon fair medium soils five quarters Leicester or Lincoln sheep will average eight of wheat, six of barley, seven or eight of oats, pounds per fleece ; so that here we get an and five of beans, are considered a very good annual return, if wool remain at its present average. Of green crops, such as turnips and high price, of 20s. per sheep in wool alone. In mangold wurtzel, large weights are often pro- making up his balance sheet, however, our duced per acre.

In favourable seasons and farmer has to deduct losses in stock (often a upon good land, from twenty-five to thirty, and very serious, if not a ruinous item), repairs even forty tons per acre are not unfrequently of farm implements, wear and tear, and a grown. But this crop is, as a rule, never hundred other small items, apparently trifling sold, but consumed upon the farm by the sheep in themselves, but amounting to a considerable and beasts. Upon the price our farmer gets for sum at the year's end. In summing up our his produce will depend materially the state of farmer's profits, a clear 15 per cent, may be his balance sheet. Wheat is now sold at 40s. regarded as a fair return--not exceeded on per quarter, and even less ; but this price, the average of years, and too often diminished our farmer tells us, does not remunerate him by inclement seasons and casualties that the for so expensive a crop as wheat. Farmers most careful cannot foresee or guard against. generally consider from 55s. to 60s. per quarter as a fair and not exorbitant price, injuring

DELSTHORPE SANDS. neither the producer nor consumer. Barley, we are told, at 40s. or 42s. per quarter, pays “ Ah ! it's a nice thing to be the belle of much better than wheat, not only from there the village; to walk down the little street with being generally a greater yield, but from its a quiet, independent air, and feignedly unbeing a less expensive crop to grow. Turnips conscious that all the marriageable girls are come next in order, but being consumed on looking out with envy, and all the youths the farm, their value is not estimated in the with love ; tripping along towards the seabalance sheet, but is returned in the shape of shore, pretending not to see Fred Wilson, the beef and mutton. Clover, which forms part young farmer, as he half reins in his stout cob of the rotation of crops, is also not valued, to bow as he passes, and to walk by the retiring being consumed by the stock.

waves for an hour on the hard firm sand, with Coming now to the consideration of the a little coquettish soup-plate straw hat upon profit realised by the breeding of sheep and the top of those wanton tresses, floating down cattle, a vexata quæstio is raised. That great and half covering a charming little figure, agricultural authority, Mr. Mechi, considers every golden hair being a very chain dragging that live stock do not pay at all, except from

some poor heart at its end.” the benefit the farmer derives from the manure. Not a bad soliloquy that for an old bachelor On the contrary, an equally eminent writer, of five-and-forty, down by the sea-side for the

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mended. I had just turned out of my lodgings, been a blessing for the village if the little puss
and was following in the wake of the fair craft, had been sent out of it.
Amy Ellis—when at Rome we must do as the I was not surprised upon reaching the shore
Romans do ; and being in a fishing village full to find that Fred Wilson had made a circuit,
of amphibious farmers, 1 of course felt it in- and crossing the sandbank, had reached the
cumbent upon me to talk sea slang, which of spot where Amy was walking, and was now by
course I did very badly and out of place.

her side, leading his horse by the rein. The soon down upon the sands amongst shingle, dog- sight put me in mind of a score of years before, fish, and skate eggs, star fish and jelly fish, of moonlight walks, of evening rambles, and and the stranded shells of many a shipwrecked | wild-flower gathering, and I felt rather lonely cockle.

as I thought of years slipped by, never to Being naturally of a sociable turn of mind, return, buried hopes and fears ; and looking and having plenty of idle time on my hands, I far out to sea at the pallid rising moon, I had had pretty well made myself known through- gone into a deep fit of musing, living the past out the length and breadth of Delsthorpe. over again, and wondering as to the future, I had been rabbiting with this farmer all when my chain of thought was broken by the amongst

the " sine-hills ;' speared eels in heavy thud, thud, of Fred Wilson's horse as he the dykes with that one ; shot mews as they cantered up to me. Iu a minute he pulled up floated lazily overhead ; been shrimping, boat- at my side, and I was about to ask after Amy ing, fishing, marketing, learned to appreciate when I saw the last flutter of her ribbons, and hogs—mutton hogs, beasts, pigs, turnips, and the last wave of her hair as she stepped lightly potatoes, and had played loo of a night at through the gap in the sandbank, called by the nearly every house in the village. I had free people of the district a “stavver.” Something access to the house of the Ellises, much to the was evidently wrong, for Fred was looking disgust of some of the young farmers, who most fearfully blue. He was a favourite of looked bludgeons at me till I asked two or mine, for I used to set him down as the beauthree of them into my rooms, and over some idéal of a bluff young Saxon farmer, and by choice cigars laughed them out of their jealous way of cheering him up, I pressed him to sup fancies. They were good friends again with with me, perhaps rather selfishly, for it would me directly, but not so among themselves, for help to cheer me up, too. little Amy Ellis of the deep blue eyes and i I could see plainly enough what was the ruddy lips was a perfect apple of discord, and matter, and I had to use a great deal of perno one could tell to whom the prize would suasion before I could gain his consent, but I belong I had heard in confidence several carried my point, and an hour afterwards wo times that the fortunate winner would be Mark were chatting over the fire, smoking some Warren, then Philip Franks ; another week capital Havannas which I had brought down Harry Henderson would be the ruling favourite, with me, and drinking some brandy-and-water, , but only to be supplanted by Fred Wilson, the essence of which had never paid duty, and until conjecture wearied itself out in guessing under whose influence Fred had become comAmy Ellis's future husband. Now, being her municative. He was in love, and Amy was a father's senior by some few years, I considered jilt-a flirt : he was half mad, he said, and myself quite at liberty to laugh and chat with nothing would give him any satisfaction but the saucy little maiden, and I soon made up breaking the heads of Harry Henderson and a my mind that she was what Mrs. Ellis affec- few others. But he would not do that; he tionately called her, a merry little hussy," would leave the place for good and emigrate, without a thought of matrimony in her pretty that he would. little head.

She was far more ready for a good And so days and weeks rolled by, and my romp or girlish bit of merriment than making stay had almost reached its fullest limits. I soft speeches or listening to them. Fond of had made acquaintance with every one, even admiration, artless as a child, and with the to the revenue men who practised with the powerful passions of a woman's nature as yet great gun in the shed ; I knew the crew who sleeping in her breast, she was ready to laugh manned the life-boat, and had been well inand flirt with any of the youths who had structed in all the gear and management ; but played with her as a child, and if coquetry now that inexorable fellow called Conscience could be innocent, then decidedly her flirtations whispered of business and the world's every-day were free from guile. But she was a very duties, and so I was fain to make my few prefirebrand amongst the young bachelors of Dels- parations for departure. Somehow or other I thorpe, and did more mischief in one night had grown to be rather an important person in than a Notting Hill boarding school would in the place, and, failing a better, was looked up

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to as an oracle. I had been chairman at the day, even if they fasted afterwards. The grand annual dinner, and in many ways had parties in some of the farm-houses mustered deference shown to the weaker part of my rather strongly, and it fell to my lot to be under nature, so that I might very well have con- the same roof as Amy Ellis and Fred Wilson. sidered myself in the front rank of the élite of Cross purposes were rife ; flirting was in the Delsthorpe. The course of true love was run- ascendant, and a dark cloud hovered over ning in its usual channel, and the lads of the Fred's brow, glowing blacker as the evening village so merrily” one day were so drearily the next, and the wise women of Delsthorpe At last

, tired of the heated room, I made were as much at fault as ever as to whom Amy my escape to enjoy an evening walk upon the Ellis should marry.

Fred Wilson was merry sands, and had hardly reached the intervening and sad by turns, like the rest of the youths. bank when I started as a heavy hand was laid One day he was in ecstasies and the next upon my shoulder, the thick sand haring vowing vengeance against his rivals and pur- muffled the footsteps of my follower. I found suing them all with homicidal glances. I was on turning that it was my young friend Wilson, as much in his confidence as in that of his en- and I could just see by the dusky twilight that slaver, and preserved a prudent silence, leaving he wore anything but a pleasant aspect. I time to work out his own scheme upon the knew his complaint so well that I would not couple. Everything good, to be thoroughly revert to it, but pulled out my cigar-case, and, enjoyed, must be worked for, striven for, or lighting up, we climbed the sea bank and sat fought for ; the apple that falls into our lap, down in silence. It was a warm, close, heavy dead ripe, bears no comparison with the sour, autumn night, thick clouds hung overhead, acrid, wooden-fleshed pippin that we knocked of and the darkness was fast closing round. The old off the parson's tree, and afterwards secured sullen wash of the water upon the piles, and by climbing over the glass-bottled wall; and I the constant heavy roll of the waves upon the dare say if our little Amy had “thrown her- shingle added to the gloominess of the evening, self” at her admirers they would have called while a sighing breeze which kept coming in her a forward chit, and gone mad after Polly puffs and dying away again seemed to my shoreBrown, whose nose was as red as her cheeks, going weather-wisdom to portend a storm. As and whose hands were always rough and chappy. the waves broke upon the shore their crests And they might have done worse than this, for seemed, as it were, on fire, and the phosphowhen they arrived at years of discretion and rescent light wore the appearance of the tail of had got over the romantic part of their married some huge rocket rushing along the sands. life, they would have been as well able to ap- Fred's thoughts were evidently with the party preciate Polly's cooking as I was, for I lodged we had left, and he smoked on in silence, with Mrs. Brown and could appreciate the ex- while I watched the peculiar phenomenon becellences of the tidy little manager, her

fore me.

At length I broke the silence and daughter. Poor Polly's nose would not have said, “Is not this very much like a storm been noticed then, nor the roughness of her coming on, Fred?” But before he could reply hands felt, any more than Amy's beauty would a rough voice at my elbow exclaimed, “Storm be, when it had grown “ familiar to the eye,” it is, as sure as guns is guns ; glass has been as the moral copy-slips used to say.

going down ever since one o'clock, and what I had only another day to spendat Delsthorpe with this heavy tide and the blow that's coming and felt rather reluctant to part from the quiet on, I reckon we shall have the bank pretty village and the hospitable friends I had met well shaved before morning.” with. I felt, too, that I should regret much Our informant was one of the revenue men, the salt sea-breeze which had given me back | who, with his glass under his arm, had come my health-richest pearl that the sea can pro- up unobserved and given us the unasked benefit duce. My last day was a féte day—“Dels- of his opinion on the weather. He touched thorpe Dancing," a day annually looked forward his hat and walked on, and we could just see to as the reunion of friends and relations. that he was busying himself with striking the Probably in bygone days there may have been top spar of the signal mast, which stood on the Terpsichorean exercises carried on upon the highest part of the sandbank. greensward, but now the dancing was but in “ Tell you what,” said Fred, “there's a rum name ; the generality of those met together one coming on, or else old Snodger would nerer enjoying themselves to the top of their bent be letting down the flag-staff, for he doesn't do with eating and drinking, for which pastime that for a capfull of wind. It's odd, too, you the preparations during the last few days had were saying you would like to see one of our been on an extensive scale, the evident deter- storms, and here it is coming the very night mination of all being to live well upon that before

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If old Snodger says a storm's brewing, you house rock to its very foundations. Ever and may depend upon seeing the yeast come flying anon there would be a lull, as when I first over the sine-hills. By Jove ! what a puff ! awoke, and then again the casement would he continued, as a sudden gust nearly took his ' rattle and the blast shriek by. Suddenly a flash cap off.

| illumined my room for an instant, there was a "Well, I really should like to see one of pause of a second or two, and then the loud the storms you describe,” said I; “not a ship- boom, as of a gun, reverberated round the house. wreck, mind, and bodies washing ashore for At first I took it for thunder, but my collecting days after, but a storm without injury to life thoughts told me it was a distress signal. I or property ; for indeed there is something turned out of bed and hastily dressed, and on majestic in the warring of the elements, the 'going to the window I could see that there was rushing winds, the scudding clouds, the metal- a fire on the shore. Directly after a vivid blue tube-like roar of the heavenly artillery, and the light shone out seaward, and by its glare I could vivid flashing of the arrowy lightning. There discern some thick black mass in the distance. is something, to my mind, intensely poetical. It was now plain enough to me that a vessel in the majestic fury of a tempest.”

i was on the sands, for they bore but an ill re“Yes, very,” said my companion, drily; pute, and I had heard more than one tale of "very poetic:l, no doubt; but, as in this case, their fatality. intensely damp; and if you'll take my advice, On descending the stairs I found my landyou will come with me from amongst these lady up, and comforting herself with a cup of pattering drops, and try to find a little more coffee, and from her I learned that the whole poetry indoors."

village was on the shore, for a large vessel had “ Bravo ! Fred,” I exclaimed, “that's the come on the sands. Resisting the old lady's most sensible speech I've heard you make persuasions to have a cup with her, I ran down lately. I believe you are turning into the right to the beach, and on passing the opening in road again, and are going to give a manly tone the bank was for a time dazzled by a large fire to the bent of your feelings.”

upon the sands, which was blazing up and “Ah, well,” said the poor fellow, sighing, roaring beneath the violence of the wind, and “it was about time ; for I've made a fool of lighting up the assembled crowd. Where the myself, or been made one of, quite long vessel lay all was intensely black, for the light enough."

did not pierce so far ; but the foaming waves, It was no time for further conversation with- : as they rolled over and tumbled with fearful out doors, for the rain was beginning to stream violence upon the beach, seemed to reflect the down, and the wind howling in fitful gusts over fiery beams in vivid flashes. the “wat'ry waste.” I hurried home, and after People were running to and fro, excitedly my customary chocolate and cig:!r, retired to giving orders which no one executed; the my bedroom. Upon opening the casement, I mortar had been tried again and again, but the could tell that the storm had much increased ; men could not get any communication with their but the darkness and rain proved themselves rope to the vessel, and if they could have done insuperable obstacles to my leaviug the house so, the advantage would have been very doubtto go storm-yazing ; besides which the wind ful, as the sea had risen to a fearful height. was not suficiently high to create the “ moun- | Another flash, and a report from the vessel tains high” waves that would satisfy the desire sent a thrill through the breasts of those who I felt to see a storm on the sea-coast.

burned to render aid but were helpless ; and a Sleep fell softly on my eye-lids—one of the chill struck to my heart as I thought of the great blessings of the sea air that may be com- dire straits of my fellow creatures. An excited mended to the sleepless. The wind rushing crowd on my left then took my attention, and by the house lulled me to my rest, and I was I reached the spot to find that the lifeboat had soon in the land of dreams, or rather in that, been brought down in its truck, but could not deep, sound repose whese waking banishes the be manned. Most men shrank froin encowitersleeping workings or the brain. I must have

I must have ing such a sea, and those who would have dared slept for some time when a sudden noise that it were dragged back by wives or mothers, half seemed to my waking senses like thunder, frantic with fear. It was a never-to-be-forgotten roused me with a start, and I listened anxiously scene ; the roar of the cruel waves was deafenfor a repetition of the sound. I looked towards ing; here and there they threw up cask, spar, my window, but everything seemed of pitchy or plank, only, as it were, to pounce upon it blackness, and for a time the startled pulsation and drag it back within their angry clutches as of my heart, with its heavy throb, ob, was they came cing in, chasing one another till all that I could hear, beyond the furious wind | they arched over and broke in cataracts upon which was now raging fearfully, making the i the sands, drenching us with the spray. The

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wind came tearing by with redoubled fury, and the wild scene. On nearing the boat I saw as straw, faggots and drift-wood were piled upon Fred, earnestly talking to the men, and in reply the fire, the sparks and flames rushed in a to my inquiring look an old man shouted in stream landward, and blazed up afresh upon my ear that half the crew were not fit to go

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from “the drink," and they wanted volun- , exclaimed, “But you will not go, Fred? Ob, teers.

tell me you will not be so mad! Oh! scop All at once a light form with streaming hair him,” she appealed, to those standing by, rushed up to Wilson and clung wildly to his “ do not let him go!” Then turning again to arm, and, as I stood by his side, Amy Ellis Fred, she continued, almost shrieking, for the

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