duced, is very simple and easy. With a sharp knife make a cut in the bark of the branch, which you mean to force to bear, and not far from the place where it is connected with the stem, or, if it be a small branch or shoot, near to where it is joined to the large bough the cut is to go round the

that are not ringed, often have nothing or very little, on them. This effect is easy to be explained from the theory of the motions of the sap. For, when the sap moves slowly in a tree, it produces fruit-buds, which is the case in old trees; when it moves vigorously, the tree forms wood, or runs into

trate to the wood. A quarter of an inch from this cut, you make a second cut like the first, round the branch, so that, by both encircling the branch, you have marked a ring upon the branch, a quarter of an inch broad, between the two cuts. The bark between these two cuts you take clean away with a knife, down to the wood, removing even the fine inner bark which immediately lies upon the wood, so that no connection whatever remains between the two parts of the bark, but the bare and naked wood appears white and smooth. But this bark-ring, which is to compel the tree to bear, must be made at the right time, that is, when in all nature the buds are strongly swelling or are breaking out into blossoms. In the same year a callus is formed at the edges of the ring, on both sides, and the connection of the bark that had been interrupted, is restored again without any detriment to the tree, or the branch operated upon, in which the artificial wound soon again grows over. By this simple though artificial means of forcing every fruit-tree, with certainty, to bear, you obtain the the following important advantages: 1. You may compel every young tree, of which you do not know the sort, to show its fruit, and decide sooner whether, being of a good quality, it may remain in its first state, or requires to be grafted. 2. You may thereby with certainty, get fruit of every good sort of which you wish to see the produce the next year. 3. This method may probably serve to increase considerably the quantity of fruit in the country. The branches so operated upon are hung full of fruit, while the others

Though I arrived at this discovery myself in consequence of trying the same process with a different view, namely, to increase only the size of the fruit, but not to force barren branches, that were only furnished with leafbuds, to bear this latter application, being before quite unknown to me; I will on that account, by no means give myself out for the first inventor of this operation: but I was ignorant of the effects to be produced by this method, and only discovered them by repeated experiments of my own, which I made for the promotion of pomology. Frequent experience of the completest success has confirmed the truth of my observations. Nor do I think that this method is generally known; at least, to all those to whom I showed the experiment, the effect produced appeared new and surprising."

HORSE CHESTNUTS.

In Turkey, these nuts, the use of which has been neglected in every other country, are ground and mixed with the provender for horses, particularly for such as are broken winded or troubled with coughs. After being boiled a little, to take off the bitterness, bruised and mixed with a small quantity of barley meal, they are a good food for rearing and fattening poultry.

OIL CAKES,

Given to milch cows, add considerable to the quantity and richness of their yield, without affecting its flavour. That distinguished agriculturist, Mr. J. C. Curwen, in his reports

to the Washington Society for the improvement of Agriculture, states that, in the course of his successful experiments, he finds the best mode of administering the oil cake, to be that of grinding it, mixing it in layers, and boiling it with the chaff, by which means, half the quantity answers better than as much more given in the cake. Oil cake has long been used with success, as the best method of fattening oxen, speedily, for the knife.

FLOWERS.

By the following process, the lover of flowers will be able to prolong, for a day, the enjoyment of their shortlived beauty. Most flowers begin to droop and fade after being kept during twenty-four hours in water; a few may be revived by substituting fresh water but all (the most fugacious, such as the poppy, and perhaps one or two others, excepted) may be completely restored by the use of hot water. For this purpose, place the flowers in scalding water, deep enough to cover about one third of the length of the stem; by the time the water has become cold, the flowers will have become erect and fresh, then cut off the coddled end of the stems, and put them into cold water.

ON PRESERVING MEAT.

The following proportions of sugar, salt, and salt-petre, has been found to preserve meat most effectually in hot as well as cold climates.

Six pounds of salt, eight ounces of brown sugar, and six ounces of saltpetre. Dissolve these by boiling them in four gallons of water. In this pickle when perfectly cold, keep any sort of flesh meat sunk, and stopped close.

Fluid is particularly excellent for pork meat, and both keep beef from becoming over salt, or hard and dry when dressed.

In the Crimea, and throughout the southern provinces of Russia, beef is

potted, cured and preserved in a similar manner.

South American beef could, yet more conveniently, be melted into portable soup, and thus exported.Portable soup is commonly sold at several shops in London, for distant voyages, and is found to keep good for years, in any climate. The recipe might be procured, and would be found extremely useful both in our navy, and in our mercantile marine.

A Spanish gentleman, Don Venezue la, has lately discovered that fresh meat may be preserved fresh for several years by keeping it immersed in molasses.

POETICAL.

FOR THE MASONIC REGISTER.
WISDOM AND SCIENCE.

How happy is the man whose active youth
Has been devoted to the high pursuits
Of wisdom, and of science! For him the
bloom

Of Spring, and Autumn's mellow tints are spread;

The hidden secrets of the universe
Lie wide unfolded; while his active soul
Roams unconfin'd through nature's varied
forms,

And feels exalted, as he wond'ring views
The mighty works of that Almighty Power,
Who spreads the intellectual feast, and
holds

The mirror of himself, aloft display'd,
For those whom science and enlighten'd

'Tis thou that refin'st and exaltest the soul, And giv'st to mankind the perfection of bliss;

While the tend'rest emotions around his heart roll,

Inspir'd by a glance, and breath'd soft in a kiss.

Be thou my companion through life's dreary way,

My comfort, my guide, my wealth and delight;

For ever renew'd like the coming of day, Thou shalt chase all my griefs like the mists of the night.

So as time shall revolve, if attended by thee,

Its flight shall be welcom'd by bliss ever

Awhile, I deeply sorrow'd o'er

The wreck of all that perish'd then; But wilder, sweeter, than before,

Thy smile, though distant, beam'd again.
And, my sad heart, tho' deeply chill'd,
Still panting, sought thy lov'd embrace,
Trac'd every path, thy votaries fill'd,
To meet thee in thy Resting-Place.

I saw thee, mantling warm in wine,
And deeply bath'd my fever'd lip;
I saw thee pause at beauty's shrine,
And surely hop'd thy sweets to sip.
But wine and beauty both conspir'd

To fill my soul with dark regret ;
For scarcely now, their sweets expir'd,
And pleasure, fleeting, 'scap'd me yet.
And now-with scarce a feeling warm,
When all should bloom in hearts un-
wasted;

I turn me, from thy lovely form,

Thy joys unknown, thy sweets untasted. Then fare thee well, deceitful shade! Tho' bright the charms that still adorn

thee;

Too fondly press'd, they withering fade, And all who follow, soon must score thee.

Can e'er erase the sorrows of my breast; Yet cherish'd with thy scenes, Hope waves her wing,

And points to vales of everlasting rest, Where every wintry care shall fade away, And all the landscape glow with one eternal May.

SPERO.

ON A SHEET OF BLANK PAPER Fair spotless leaf (thou emblem pure

Of innocence) beware; Nor think thy beauty lives secure ; 'Tis dang'rous to be fair.

To wit obscene, and impious jest, Thou liest too much expos'd: Give truth possession of thy breast, Or be for ever clos'd.

Some wanton pen may scrawl thee o'er, And blot thy virgin face;

And whiteness, deem'd thy praise before, May turn to thy disgrace.

O give me then thy faultless page,

Ere yet foul stain be drank,
On Virtue's side with me engage,
Nor leave for Vice a blank.

By thee shall idle vacant hearts
This useful moral learn,

That unemploy'd, the brightest parts
To vice and folly turn.

By thee shall innocence be taught,
What dangers wait on youth,
Unless with early precepts frau ght,
And prepossess'd with truth.

By thee shall beauty learn to yield
To real worth her charms;
For virtue (though an ample shield)
But incompletely arms.

UTRUM HORUM ?

Osmyn, who rul'd the Persian throne
With high tyrannic sway,

All night in fancied chains would groan,
But rose a king by day.

Caled, his slave, in bondage held,

From friends and country torn,
In dreams the regal staff would wield,
And wake a slave at morn.

Morn to the king restor'd the crown,
And made poor Caled cry;
Returning night threw Osmyn down,
But rais'd the slave on high.

This hail'd with joy the rising sun,
That saw his beams, and griev'd,
Night shed her blessings o'er the one,
The other day reliev'd.

Ye casuists! ('tis a doubtful thing)
An answer quick I crave,
Pray tell me, Was the slave a king?
Or, Was the king a slave?

ODE TO KARNBRÆ, A DRUID MOUNTAIN IN CORNWALL.

BY PETER PINDAR, ESQ.

Near yonder solitary tow'r,
'Lone glooming 'midst the moony light,
I roam at midnight's spectred hour,
And limb the wild majestic height:

Low to the mountain let me rev'rent bow, Where Wisdom, Virtue, taught their founts to flow.

Pale on a rock's aspiring steep,
Behold a Druid sits forlorn,

I see the white-rob'd phantom weep,

I hear his harp of sorrow mourn: The vanish'd grove provokes his deepest sigh,

And altars open'd to the gazing eye.

O lover of the twilight gloom,

That calls thee from the cave of death, Around the wrecks of time to roam,

Or glide the grove, or naked heath: Sweet is thy minstrelsy to him whose lays, First sung the hallow'd bill of ancient days. Permit me, Druid, here to stray,

And ponder 'mid thy drear retreat; To wail the solitary way,

Where wisdom held her hallow'd seat, Here let me roam, in spite of folly's smile, A pensive pilgrim o'er each pitied pile. Poor ghost! no more the Druid race Shall here their sacred fires relume: No more their show'rs of incense blaze, No more their tapers gild the gloom. Lo! snakes obscene along the temples

creep,

And foxes on the broken altars sleep.

No more beneath the golden hook,

The treasures of the grove shall fall; Time triumphs o'er each blasted oak, Whose power at length shall crush the ball.

Led by the wrinkl'd pow'r with gladdon'd mein,

Gigantic ruin treads the weeping scene.

No more the bards in strains sublime,
The actions of the brave proclaim,
Thus rescuing from the rage of time,
Each glorious deed approv'd by fame.
Deep in the dust each lyre is laid strung,
While mute for ever stops each tuneful
tongue.

Here wisdom's, virtue's, awful voice,

Inspir'd the youth of Cornwall's plains: With such no more these hills rejoice,

But sullen, death-like, silence reigns, While melancholy in yon mould'ring tow'r, Sits list ning to old ocean's distant roar.

SONNET TO TIME.

Capricious foe to human joy,
Still varying with the fleeting day;
With thee the purest raptures cloy,

The fairest prospects fade away.
Nor worth, nor pow'r, thy wings can bird,
All earthly pleasures fly with thee;

/ Inconstant as the wav'ring wind, That plays upon the summer's sea.

I court thee not, ungentle guest,

For I have e'er been doom'd to find Life's gayest hours but idly drest

With sweets that pall the sick'ning mind: When smiling Hope with placid mien Around my couch did fondly play; Too oft the aery form I've seen On downy pinions glide away. But when perplex'd with pain or care, My couch with thorns was scatter'd round; When the pale priestess of despair,

My mind in fatal spells had bound;
When the dull hours no joy could bring,
No bliss my weary fancy prove;
I mark'd thy leaden pond'rous wing,
With tardy pace unkindly move.

If such thy gifts, O Time! for thee
My sated heart shall ne'er repine;
I vow content to Fate's decree,

And with thy thorn thy roses twine;
Yet, e'er thy fickle reign shall end,

The balmy sweets of Friendship's hour F'll with my cup of sorrow blend,

And smile, regardless of thy power.

ings of three days, exhibited improvements in the higher branches of English education before unknown in the part of the town where it was held; though the Bowery Academy has been little more than a year in growing to its present extent; and I am credibly informed that an addition of seventeen pupils was made on the day following the examination. A TEACHER

From the Columbian.

Mr. Editor, I have attended an examination of the BOWERY ACADEMY, Conducted by Messrs. Coats and Hoxie, principals also of the Philom Academy, in Williamstreet; and though I have been in the habit of attending school examinations in the city for the two last years, I do not recollect to have seen improvements in most of the English branches, superior to those I have witnessed there. I think it should be known to the public, that the institution of Messrs. Coats & Hoxie, is not only in number the most considerable one in the city, but is at least one of the best, both in respect to discipline and improvement.

The examination of the Bowery Academy was followed by an immediate increase of seventeen scholars.

A FRIEND OF LITERATURE.

LITERARY.

Owing to local concerns, we had not the pleasure of attending the late examination of the pupils of Bowery Academy, but are much gratified to learn, from highly respectable sources, that the result was so honourable to the preceptors, and to the pupils. A personal acquaintance with Messrs. COATS & HOXIE, has given us an exalted opinion of their merits; and it is with pleasure we observe the following notices in the "Evening Post," and the "Columbian."

From the Evening Post.

Mr. Editor,-The subject of education is one of so much importance, not only to individuals but to community at large, that I make bold to ask a place for a few words concerning it, even at election time. I have had the pleasure of witnessing an examination of the pupils of BOWERY ACADEMY, under the care of Messrs. Coats & Hoxie, who are also principals of the Philom Academy in William-street. I cannot forbear expressing my decided approbation of the method of instruction pursued by these gentlemen, and of the rapid improvements I have witnessed in their institution, which is at present the most extensive English seminary in the city. The examination, which occupied the afternoons and even