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THE FARMERS' ALMANAC & CALENDAR

FOR 1846;

Vol. I., containing 1841, 1842, 1843, and 1844, 12mo., bound in cloth, 4s. 6d. ; and Vol. II., containing 1845 and 1846, 2s. 6d., cloth, may also be had.

BY CUTHBERT W. JOHNSON, ESQ., F.R.S.,

EDITOR OF THE FARMERS' ENCYCLOPÆDIA,

AND

WILLIAM SHAW, ESQ.,

LATE SEC. OF THE ROYAL AGRICULTURAL SOCIETY OF ENGLAND, HON. MEM. CIR. AGRI. OF FRANCE.

To the merits of this work (whose circulation now far exceeds that of any other agricultural periodical), it is with pride that its publisher selects the few following testimonials from the numberless others which have been showered over it :

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"I had last year the pleasure of distributing amongst the successful candidates copies of the Farmers' Alma. nac,' which were found extremely useful. I hope that you will again procure them, as they are sold so low as a shilling. They contain a great mass of information on everything relating to the great pursuit in which we are all engaged."-Speech of Lord Charleville at the Meeting of the Tullamore Agricultural Society, Oct. 26, 1842. "I have circulated those excellent publications, the Farmers' Almanac,' by Johnson and Shaw, and the 'Farmers' Magazine,' and they have been extensively read. It is not possible, perhaps, for plain farmers to become experienced agricultural chemists, but they might make a beginning, and he would specially advise them to explode old Francis Moore, and read the Farmers' Almanack,' containing information of yesterday, and of the utmost value."-Speech of the Rev. C. Woodcock, Vicar of Chardstock, to the Members of the East Devon and Dorset Agri. Society, Dec. 1, 1843.

"The avocations of a farmer are of such a nature as to render a register of facts like that afforded by an almanac of no small utility. All the conveniences in regard to such topics that an almanac can supply, have been afforded by the publication of this work. It is now in its third year; and the increasiug favour with which it is annually received is the best proof of its usefulness. The Farmers' and Gardeners' Calendar is written with great care, and contains many more useful suggestions than are generally found under that head. To this are appended General Monthly Notices,' the object of which is to give, among other things, the chief characteristics of the different months in regard to temperature, hygrometry, and the general phenomena of the weather. This department is executed with discrimination; and where the intelligence is not original, it is derived from the best and most recent sources. Biographies of naturalists and eminent agriculturists are occasionally introduced, and pleasingly diver sify the drier details. One of the most elaborate and useful portions of the work is a complete list of all the Fairs and Markets of Great Britain and Ireland. Excellent their Almanac is."—Quar. Journ. of Agric. and Trans. of the Highland Soc., Dec. 1, 1842.

J. Ridgway, 169, Piccadilly.

POOLOO'S CELESTIAL BALSAM, for the Cure of all Corns and Bunions, particularly Soft

Corns, and a perfect Remedy for Cuts, Chilblains, Burns, and Chapped Lips; also an agreeable emollient for excoriations after Shaving, entirely superseding Plaisters. Sold, wholesale and Retail, in 1s. Bottles, by T. G. Blefield & Co., 6, Middle Row, Holborn (Agent for POOLOO'S CHINESE CEMENT, to Repair China, Glass, &c.), and at all Chemists and Perfumers.

TO PREVENT FRAUD.

THORN'S POTTED YARMOUTH BLOATERS,

For Toast, Biscuits, Sandwiches, and Wine; in Pots, 1s. and 2s. each.

The high repute and immense sale of this delicate preparation has induced several would-be tradesmen (who, not having an idea of their own) to attempt an imposition, by labelling a pot exactly like his, thereby to deceive the public and injure him (having actually applied to his printer for that purpose), well knowing they cannot prepare the Fish, the receipt being an old family one, and the secret in the curing of the Herring, by which its rancid qualities are destroyed, and becomes so delicious a relish. It is easily detected by observing his signature, ALEX. THORN, on the side and on the top. Proprietor of the celebrated

THORN'S TALLY HO! SAUCE,

For Fish, Game, Steaks, Wild Fowl, and all made dishes, imparting a zest not otherwise acquired-the most economical now in use. In Bottles, 28. and 4s. each, warranted in all climes. Wholesale at the Manufactory, Thorn's Oil, Italian and Foreign Warehouse, 223, High Holborn; also of all Wholesale Oilmen and Druggists; and retail by all respectable Oilmen, Grocers, and Druggists in the United Kingdom.

BRITISH WINES.

The Oldest House in London for British Wines. Warranted four years old, 18s. per dozen.

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I enter thy garden of roses,
Beloved and fair Haidée,

Each morning where Flora reposes,
For surely I see her in thee.
Oh, Lovely! thus low I implore thee,
Receive this fond truth from my tongue,
Which utters its song to adore thee,

Yet trembles for what it has sung;
As the branch, at the bidding of Nature,
Adds fragrance and fruit to the tree,
Through her eyes, through her every feature,
Shines the soul of the young Haidée.

But the loveliest garden grows hateful
When Love has abandon'd the bowers;
Bring me hemlock-since mine is ungrateful,
That herb is more fragrant than flowers.
The poison, when pour'd from the chalice
Will deeply embitter the bowl;
But when drunk to escape from thy malice,
The draught shall be sweet to my soul.

Too cruel! in vain I implore thee

My heart from these horrors to save: Will nought to my bosom restore thee? Then open the gates of the grave.

As the chief who to combat advances
Secure of his conquest before,

Thus thou, with those eyes for thy lances,

Hast pierced through my heart to its core.

Ah, tell me, my soul! must I perish.

By pangs which a smile would dispel?

Would the hope, which thou once bad'st me cherish,

For torture repay me too well?

Now sad is the garden of roses,

Beloved but false Haidée !

There Flora all wither'd reposes,

And mourns o'er thine absence with me.

BYRON,

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