The American Agriculturist. Vol. II. No. XI, December 1843: Designed to Improve the Planter, the Farmer, the Stock-breeder, and the HorticulturistVarious
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The American Agriculturist. Vol. II. No. XI, December 1843: Designed to Improve the Planter, the Farmer, the Stock-breeder, and the Horticulturist
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Lastly, there is more accumulated wealth in the southern, than other
parts of the State, and the Society, by holding a fair proportion of
its shows in this quarter, will make itself many staunch friends, and
be introduced to thousands, who would otherwise be ignorant of its
great public merits. The Agricultural Society of the State of New York
is looked up to as an example throughout the country, and it should
be careful to avoid even the appearance of being partial or local in
its proceedings. The national societies of Great Britain and Ireland,
adopt the course of holding their shows in, not only the central, but
the extreme parts of the kingdom; and this is one great reason of their
popularity among all classes.
Tour in England. No. 15.
THINKING that our readers had become somewhat satiated with so
much upon foreign matters as have hitherto found place in this
journal, we had desisted for several months past, giving sketches
of the agriculture of England; but having recently received so many
solicitations to continue them, we again take up the subject, and shall
pursue it pretty regularly through the whole of our third volume,
if such seems to be the pleasure of a majority of our subscribers.
Perhaps, to these, we may also add sketches of some things we saw in
Russia, the recollections of which are very pleasant, at least to us,
yet whether we shall make them equally so in relating them to others,
remains to be seen.
CHATSWORTH, SEAT OF THE DUKE OF DEVONSHIRE.--In returning from
Yorkshire to London on the North Midland railroad, we stopped at
the Chesterfield station, for the purpose of making an excursion to
Chatsworth, to view the celebrated gardens and immense conservatory of
this superb place. It was a raw morning in August, and as we jumped
from a confined seat in the rail-coach, we were glad to be on our feet
once more, and have an opportunity of rousing our blood by a smart walk
from the station into the town. We stopped at the Angel inn, took a
hearty breakfast, and while waiting a gig being made ready to convey us
to Chatsworth, stepped out for a stroll over the place. Chesterfield
is a dingy old town, of about 6,000 inhabitants, and has little to
recommend it to the notice of strangers, save the spire of All Saints'
Church. This rises to the height of 230 feet, is curiously channeled,
and covered with lead, and is so much out of perpendicular, as to
attract marked attention in passing it, even when at a considerable
distance. It being market-day, the town was thronged with farmers from
the country, exposing stock and agricultural products in the square
for sale. There was little in these, however, deserving particular
attention, and after giving them a hasty look, we returned to the inn.
As we came up, a dapper waiter announced the "oss and gig as _h_all
ready;" when in we jumped, and set out for Chatsworth at a round pace,
distant, if we recollect right, about 8 miles.
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