California Farmer and Journal of Useful Sciences, Volume 16, Number 13, 3 January 1862 — FOREST RYMN. [ARTICLE]

FOREST RYMN.

I keep toy haunts within the woodland solemn ; My chartered oomri.de is the hLuiulobb beam ; j\ly bod is in ado betide tomt ni l oak's column j My goblet in tho Itreftm. Whore yearn are mine in this majestic- dwelling, Where Nature yet frowns baoS the Hounding mart; What waves of life, forevefnaore arc swelling Their rupture- through my heart, Dot not for these I wander o'er tho mountains; And not for these 1 daft the hurricane; And not for these I quaff tho virgin-fountains— A PrintM of bill Mid plalai' Oh! mighty meanings from the mountain hoary, All natural objects, o'er mo solemnly roll; These give the longed-for priM and sacred glory/ Unto tny pilgrim soul. Amtd tho strange, tho beautiful, holy placos, With noonday bright or tender twilight dim, What joy is mine to DHaMN all tho spaces, Aud find tho prints of Him ! Yon long, long river, like M anthem pouring; Yon thoughtful silence of tho lonely mere; Yod eagle to the sun divinely snaring— All, all have meanings hero. To find and read thorn is my joy and duty ; Then bail, ye bound loss scenes! foreverinore j |low will I drink and drink your perfect beauty Upon the Tifgla shore! Oh! give me welcome, every woodland solemn. And long-swept plain and mountuiu-piling sod, For I pass by each stately forest-column, To learn the thoughts of God.— [Audubon.

Anecdotes ASOGT tub Fi.ouii.—A Sacramento paper tells tbe following anecdotes connected with the inundation : "How high did the water get on your door," we inquired of i resident of one of the more favored localities of Ihe city. "Just high enough to tuko the stnrch out of my shirt collar," said lie. lint us if anxious to maintain the good standing of real estate in the neighborhood, he added: "But then, you know, I'm a very short man." Somebody was bantering citizen (Jaullicld about the magnificent waterscape which his ranch presented, to which lie promptly replied : "I would't give n copper for a man that could'nt have a lake of his own." Yesterday murtting we met ft citizen who, notwithstanding a heavy loss, wore his customary cheerful look. "You have lost your house, we hear?" "Yes." "And all your furniture, of course?" "Yes, but I saved my family." "What is the damage to your slock of goods ?" "About five thousand dollars.' 1 "Hoavy, isn't it ?" "Yes, but it's h—II on the rats." That man will never commit suicide. A few such will give backbone to any place, and we have them by tho hundred—the right place lor once.

How to Cai'Tckk Wild (lunate.—The Log Angeles Star says : From tho Los Nietoa, on the Los Coyotes, in the vicinity of Anaheim, nnd along the Santa Anna river, immense HocUa of wild geese are constantly found. TliH has suggested the idea of making them useful, and so a regular business has been set up of killing them. This is done in three ways: lirst, by the old-fashioned style, powder and shot; next, by the novel Style) of soaking grain in alcohol, which they greedily devour, and so getting high, and cutting all kinds of tricks, they soon fall over and arc easy prey to the watchers, who, iv A very short time, till sacks with them. The other plan is also ingenious, hut it is prosecuted nt night, tine man drives a horse in among them, holding a large burning torch, while another follows with a club, and knocks the silly geese on the head. Hy this means very few of a Hock escape. It has been observed that there is a regular plan which governs the movement of this bird. A flock arrives at the places referred to about daylight; they remain during the day, and at night, about a given time, take their departure. An observation of their habits has taught the hunter the best time to secure them ; and so a good many of them fly no further.

Thky have, it is said, a rifle company in Vermont, whose captain takes them out once a week to practice; he draws them up in single file, and sets a cider barrel rolling down the hill; the men commence I hooting from right to left at the bunghole, as it comes up. Alter the shooting is over, the captain examines the barrel, and if he finds ft shot that did not enter the bung-hole, the member who missed is expelled. Rone have been expelled for the last eight years.

A littlr boy wlio had lived tor some time with a very penurious uncle, who WBI walking out one day with the child at his side, when a friend accosted him, accompanied by a greyhound. The little fellow, never ha\ ing seen a dog so slim and of so 6lighta texture, clasped the creature round the neck with the impassioned cry—"Oh, doggie, doggie, and did ye live wi' your uncle that you are so thin I"

A gentleman calling at a stable tn see a pair of horses that had been advertised for sale, but finding but one of them there, asked the man in attendance, "Where's bis mate r "Faith, sir, an' I think he gives'cm mule but wonce a week," was the reply.

That was a pretty conceit of a romantic husband and father, whose name was Hose, who named his daughter, "Wild," so that she grew up under the appellation of "Wild Rose." But the romance of the name was sadly spoiled in a few years, for she married a man by tho name of ' 'Bull." A schoolboy having good-naturedly helped another in a difficult ciphering lesson, was angrily questioned by the dominie : "Why did you work his lesson ?" "To leiien his work,'' replied the youngster. Many a poor woman thinks she can do nothing without a husband, and when she gets one, finds she can do nothing with him.

When a young lady hems handkerchiefs for a rich bachelor, Bhe probably sews in order that she may reap.

Theue is just this difference in the matrimonial process: the bride is always given away—the bridegroom often regularly told. Tiikkk is often but ft slight separation between a woman's love aud her hale. Her keen teeth are very near her sweet lips.

All old toper out West says the two most precious things now encircled in hoops are girls and kegs of whisky.

Wink at small injuries rather than avenge them. If, to destroy a single bee, you throw down the hive, Instead of one enemy, you make a thousand.

Som men's mouths seem to be like the dikes of Holland : made to keep out water. Whii Mr. White looks black, does ho change color?

Why was St. Paul like a horse? Because he loved Timothy.

Men of talent are often the captives of beautitiful fools.

Bitter to have rough hands than the dyspepsia.