"Of all the modes I ever witnessed rats being killed, none equalled

that of a Yorkshireman, of the name of John Featherston, by means of

steel-traps. He had twenty-one small steel-traps, which he kept clean

and bright. He soon traced the tracks of rats along the floor to a

corner, or on the tops of walls, leading commonly by the corners of

apartments to the partition wall, which they surmounted between it

and the slates; the very place which I have recommended the filling

up, to break off such communications. After he had discovered the

different runs of the animals, he made a number of small firm bundles

of straw, which he placed against the bottom of a wall where the run

was on a floor, and upon its top where the run was to the roof. He

used seven traps at one place at a time, and a sufficient number of

bundles of straw was used to conceal that number of traps at each

place, employing the entire number of traps in three places, at a

little distance from each other, and in different apartments. The

traps were set, but not allowed to spring at first, and baited with

oatmeal, scented with oil of rhodium, and placed in a row, with a

little chaff over them, in the run behind the bundles of straw. The

traps were baited for two days, the baits being replenished as soon

as it was discovered, by inspection, that a bait disappeared. On the

third day the traps were baited as before, but the restriction was

removed from the spring, and then began the capture. In all the three

days, people were prevented as much as possible from frequenting the

apartments in which the traps were placed, and dogs were entirely

excluded. Removing the check from the spring, from one set of traps

after another, armed with short stout stick, and furnished with a bag

slung from his shoulder, Featherston put himself on the alert, and

the moment he heard the click of a trap he ran to it, removed the

bundle of straw, knocked the rat on the head if alive, threw it out

of the trap, set it again, replaced the bundle again, put the rat

into the bag, and was again on the watch from one place to another.

In the course of the third day, from morning to the afternoon, he had

collected 385 rats in the bag, and allowing all the traps to have

done equal execution, each had caught more than eighteen rats in the

course of a single day. He bargained for 1d. a rat and his food, and

in three days he earned his food and L.1, 12s. 1d.--such was his

expertness. It was not supposed that all the rats were cleared off by

this capture; but they received such a thinning, as to be

comparatively harmless for years after. Featherston's first business,

on the day following the capture, was to clean each trap bright

before setting out on his journey; for he seemed to place greater

reliance on the clean state of his traps than on any other

circumstance--that the suspicion of the rats, I suppose, of the

danger of the traps might thereby be allayed. The brown rat burrows

in fields, and commits ravages on growing crops, whether of corn or

turnips. I have seen many burrows of them in Ireland, and assisted at

routing them with spade and terrier, but have never heard of their

having taken to the fields in Scotland."

_Farm book-keeping_ is a subject too little attended to by our practical

men. In our own neighbourhood we know that keeping books is the

exception--keeping none is the rule. The smaller farmers know the state of

their affairs only by the money they have in their hands at certain

seasons of the year. But, as better systems of husbandry spread, this lax

method of carrying on business must be discarded. Husbandry is becoming

more and more an experimental art. New trials must now be made, year after

year, by those who would hope to live and thrive; and it is only those who

keep regular accounts of the outlay upon each trial, and the income from

it, who can know what methods and manures they ought to adopt, and what to

reject from a system of profitable husbandry.

Upon this subject Mr Stephens is entirely of our opinion, and he gives

very copious examples of the way in which books ought to be kept.

* * * * *

Such is a hasty sketch of the contents of the book, in so far as the

farming part of it is concerned. The way in which the work is illustrated

by 608 woodcuts and 33 plates, by eminent artists, is as creditable to the

publishers as the matter of the book is to the author.

To the full and accurate descriptions of agricultural implements--to the

illustration of which many of these woodcuts and plates are devoted--we

feel ourselves wholly unable to do justice. That they are all from the pen

and pencil of Mr Slight, will, to those who know him, be a better

recommendation than any words of ours.

There is only one other test to which, in criticising the work before us,

we are entitled to put it. It contains much useful matter, but is it

likely, is it fitted, to answer the end which the author had in view? His

object, he says, was to put into the hands of young men desirous of

learning practical farming, a manual from which, _being upon a farm_, they

would be able to learn all that was necessary to fit them for the several

successive stations to which the industrious son even of a farm-labourer

may fairly hope to rise. This we think he has accomplished, and in that

graphic and living way which has all along led us into the persuasion that

Mr Stephens must himself have "played many parts," and entered into the

feeling and spirit of them all.

When he speaks of the shepherd and his dog, and of driving stock to

market, he seems to look back with much satisfaction, almost with regret,

to the time when he himself served as a drover, and took his cattle to the

South over the cold Northumbrian moors. He delights to linger by the way,

and tells you where you will still get the best _gill_ on your road, and

how it will be safest for you to make the last glass you take into toddy,

before you go to bed. We think he must often have taken up his night's

quarters at Tommy Robson's on the Reed Water, on his travels by Watling

Street to the Stagshaw Bank Fair.

Then he changes the scene for us. He is a ploughman for the time. He tells

how he managed his horses, guided his plough, turned over his furrows,

mended his harness, and how three times a-day he fed heartily and well

upon his oatmeal brose, and was healthy and strong in limb, happy in mind,

and free from care. We question if he is heartier or happier now.

Next we find him writing like one who has been promoted to the rank of

grieve or farm-steward. He has assumed the tone and look of a man who has

responsibility upon his shoulders--who has graver duties to perform, and

from whom more is expected. He tells us how he manages his men, apportions

their hours of labour, and distributes to each his appropriate quantity

and time of work. The scene shifts, and we see him in the market selling

his corn. He wants threepence a bushel more, and he will hold out till he

gets it. His sample is good, for his land has been well managed, and his

grain well cleaned; he knows what his article is worth, as things are

going in the market, and he will be an old corn-merchant who takes him in.

Or he has stock to sell, and there he goes into the whisky shop to finish

his bargain. You heard him ask ten shillings more than he meant to take?

That was because he knew the buyer was a higgler, and would have left him

at once had he refused to come down in his price. Now they are gravely

discussing the point over the gill-stoup. They are within half-a-crown

now. Another gill will close the bargain. It is finished; the buyer is

pleased; and our grieve is five shillings richer than if the bargain had

been closed briefly and in the open air.

He is not a bad writer for a practical man who enables you, in a book upon

farming, to call up successive transactions in a manner so vivid as this.

Next, he wishes to become a farmer on his own account, and he looks about

for a farm that will suit him. On this subject he has an excellent chapter

in his third volume. He has been faithful to his master, and now he acts

honourably towards his equals:--

"Here," he says, "let me mention at the outset, that it is considered

amongst farmers a dishonourable act to look at a farm, until you are,

in the first place, assured that it is in the market. To do so, until

you certainly know that the tenant in possession is to leave it, or

at any rate, until it is advertised in the public prints, or

otherwise declared to be in the market, whether the possessing tenant

wishes to take it again or not, is an unfeeling act, and regarded as

equivalent to telling him that you wish to take the farm over his

head. Such an act would be as unbecoming as to intrude yourself into

a house in town, which you think would suit you, to look at its

internal arrangement, before you are aware the possessing tenant is

leaving it, by the usual announcement of the ticket."--(Vol. iii. p.

1304).

But having obtained possession of a farm, he enquires, can I now make

money for myself--quickly but honourably--in a way that will be at once

creditable to myself, beneficial to my landlord, and of advantage to my

country?

Two points Mr Stephens insists upon as indispensable to the making of

money in this creditable way. The tenant must keep his land clean, and he

must farm it high. Those who make most money in each district--their

natural prudence being alike--are those who are kindest to the land. Use

me well, says the soil every where, and I will use you well in return.

In other parts of his work he rises to the station of a land-steward. He

discusses, in a clear and judicious manner, large agricultural

questions--he writes with the gravity and thoughtfulness of one whose

business it is to superintend and regulate extensive improvements, and to

look after the proceedings and modes of farming of a large body of

tenantry. This, indeed, we hope and trust will be the case with many of

those who carefully read, learn, and inwardly digest the lessons and

precepts of his book; for in whatever capacity it may be their lot to

minister to the welfare and progress of agriculture, they will find aid

and assistance and counsel from the _Book of the Farm_.

It is, indeed, in very many cases of much importance that a better

instructed race of men should be entrusted with the immediate management

of the larger estates of the country. We have met with many skilful and

intelligent members of this class, many able to understand, and advise,

and superintend the most enlightened improvements, and to conduct them to

a prosperous and economical issue. But the mass of these men in our island

is not up to the knowledge of the time; too many of them are almost

entirely ignorant of the most elementary principles of agriculture. How,

indeed, can it be otherwise, when a landholder is contented to place this

delicate management in the hands of his retired butler, or his failing

groom, or even of his solicitor or attorney, who has been bred up to a

totally different profession? If law and medicine require separate schools

and training, so do farming and the management of estates, if they are to

be farmed to a profit, or managed with economy and skill.

But the purpose of our _book_ does not end with the mere practical man. It

professes, and is fitted, to instruct the proprietor too. How much have

the landlords yet to learn? Which of them has ever, at school or college,

had an opportunity of obtaining any instruction in regard to what was to

be the occupation and support of his after life! Some do indeed, when they

settle on their estates, apply themselves, by reading and otherwise, to

make up their deficiencies, and to fit themselves for the new and useful

sphere in which they are called to move. But in broad England, how few are

the landlords who know the principles on which their land ought to be

cultivated--who feel an enlightened interest in the prosperity and real

advancement of agriculture--who understand how to set a useful, and

prudent, and enlightened example to their tenantry! If knowledge such as

that contained in the book before us require to be diffused among the

humble walks of agricultural life, it is no less necessary, we are

assured, among those who frequent its highest places.

But a spirit not only of improvement, but of eager searching after

knowledge, has sprung up among the entire agricultural body. From our own

experience we say this; for we have seen with delight the eager eyes of

listening audiences, for whole hours, fixed upon a single speaker, who was

attempting zealously and simply, to instruct them. And it is those of the

agricultural body who already know most, among whom this eagerness is

observed to be most intense. They have tasted of the value of the new

lights which recent science especially has thrown upon agricultural

practice, and they are eager for the acquisition of more.

We are proud to say, that the first decided proof of this desire for

higher knowledge has been manifested among the farmers and proprietors of

Scotland. The _Agricultural Chemistry Association of Scotland_ is their

work. Through this association they have professedly attached chemistry

and geology and physiology to the car of practical agriculture; and under

the guidance of these sciences, the art of culture will not long lag

behind her sister arts, for which these sciences have already done so

much. We have before us a list of the members of this patriotic

association. In this list we find the names of nearly every man in

Scotland who is at all known to agricultural fame. If there be a few whose

names we miss, the reason probably is, that they hardly yet know much of

its existence; for it has only just finished its first year of active

life. The new list of another year will contain the names of all who are

really alive to the wants and capabilities of our national agriculture.

We are sincerely desirous for the credit and advancement of Scottish

agriculture. We are, therefore, anxious that no means should be left

untried to keep up the perhaps artificially high character which the

natural intelligence and shrewdness of the Scottish nation has gained for

the practical farmers of the country. Granting, what we have ourselves

seen, that there is much good farming and well-farmed land to the north of

the Tweed, we cannot deny there is also much neglected land and much

unskilful tillage. Though much has been improved in this end of the

island, there is far more still almost in a state of nature. Hitherto the

high-roads of the country have gone through such pleasant places as lie

between the Pease bridge and Edinburgh; but the railroads now projected

will lay open the waste and neglected tracts of country to southern eyes,

and the agricultural reputation of Scotland may suffer a rude shock in

English estimation. We are not the less good patriots while we agree with

Mr Stephens, that there is a greater breadth of skilfully farmed land in

England than in Scotland, and that the germ of all, or nearly all, our

improvements, has been drawn from the South. Give England her due, and

Scotland has still much to be proud of in picking up a germ here and a

germ there, and unfolding and developing these germs under her own colder

sky, and, almost against nature, conquering for herself fruitful fields

and a high agricultural reputation.

But England and Ireland having awoke to new exertions in improving their

soil, we in the North must open our eyes too. We must, if possible, keep

the name we have acquired. If our practice is faulty, let us amend it--if

our science is defective, let us enlarge it. "Science with practice," is

the well-conceived motto of the Royal Agricultural Society of England;

such a motto, we hope, all Scottish farmers will adopt. Let them conjoin

the science of the books of Johnston with the practice of that of

Stephens, and they may still hope, as a body, to occupy the foremost rank

among the agriculturists of Europe.

STANZAS.

With every joy we haste to meet,

In hopefulness or pride,

There comes, with step as sure and fleet,

A shadow by its side;

And ever thus that spectre chill

With each fair bliss has sped,

And when the gladden'd pulse should thrill,

The stricken heart lies dead!

The poet's brow the wreath entwines--

What weight falls on the breast!

Upon the sword where glory shines,

The stains of life-blood rest.

Lo, where the rosiest sunbeam glows,

There lies eternal snow!

And Fame its brightest halo throws,

Where death lies cold below.

J. D.

LORD MALMESBURY'S DIARIES AND CORRESPONDENCE.[30]

In a late number of this Magazine we took occasion, under a different

title, to notice the two first volumes of this highly interesting work. We

have seen how Lord Malmesbury conducted himself, in his diplomatic

capacity, at the different courts of Europe under the _ancien regime_. It

is difficult for the men of this generation--whose historic era,

traditionary or remembered, commences with the outbreak of the French

Revolution--to realize in imagination the exhausted, broken, and unhealthy

state of Europe during the middle, and towards the end, of the last

century. Balance of power there was none. The leading continental states,

when not in actual arms, looked upon each other with eyes of the most

bitter jealousy. When they did combine, it was for some unholy purpose,

such as the partition of Poland; and no sooner had they brought down their

quarry, than, like the _Lanzknechts_ of old--to use no more brutal

simile--they began to bandy words and blows for their relative proportions

of the spoil. Good faith was a thing unknown either to prince or to

minister. To trick an ally was considered almost as meritorious a deed as

to undermine or defeat an enemy. In short it would be difficult, perhaps

impossible, to point out any period when public morality was at so low and

pitiable an ebb.

In some respects the older continental states--leaving France, for the

present, out of the question--were less to blame than the newer powers,

who were then struggling forward with the keenness of fresh competitors,

and claiming a recognition of importance which had never been accorded

them before. In the first class we would rank Austria, Holland, and

Sweden; in the second, Russia and Prussia. The Muscovite, unequalled in

extent of territorial possession--exhibiting much of barbaric splendour

with but little of real civilization--sought to extend his unwieldy power

still further, and to gain a position within the heart of Europe by

extending his conquests towards the west. Prussia, circumscribed in

territory, organized herself as a military state. To this one end all

other considerations were, in the first instance, sacrificed; but when it

was attained, she withdrew the mask, and exhibited herself in her real

character--the most unscrupulous of neighbours, the most fickle and

perfidious of allies. Environed with small and defenceless states, she

never lost an opportunity of aggrandizing herself at their expense, no

matter what amount of mutual treaties had intervened. Even defeat she

could turn to her account, by purchasing peace with an enemy upon such

terms as surrendered half of a neighbouring territory to the invader, and

secured the remainder to herself. Even when her interest called upon her

to unite with other European powers against a common foe, she refused to

act upon her own resources, and, unless subsidized, remained sullen and

inactive at home. In this situation was the Continent at the outbreak of

the French Revolution.

The success of the Republican arms in France during the year 1793, of

which the capture of Toulon was the crowning point, naturally created in

the minds of the British ministry the liveliest apprehension and alarm.

England alone, of all the European states, was in a sound and healthy

condition. Her finances were unimpaired, her resources large, her credit

almost unbounded. William Pitt, the greatest minister whom this country

has ever known, was then at the helm of public affairs. The nation--though

some individuals had not escaped the taint--was opposed to the principles

of the French Republic, and disgusted with its attendant atrocities. Our

insular position, and our acknowledged supremacy of the seas, were

sufficient safeguards against a direct attack; but the immediate danger

lay with the Continent. Amidst all the strife of faction and democracy,

France was progressing towards conquest. Rumour told of

armies--undisciplined, perhaps, and ill-appointed, but officered by men of

undoubted talent, and inspired by an enthusiasm which carried all before

them--crowding towards the eastern frontier of France, and hanging there

like a thundercloud, portentous of coming devastation. What was there to

meet this tide of threatened invasion? Nothing save a heptarchy of

tottering states, weak in themselves, without concert, and without

coalition--discontent amongst the lower orders, dissatisfaction with the

things that _had been_, and an evident leaning towards the things that

_might be_--the new doctrines and the new revelation. For it is well to

remark, that whatever any state might have gained by treachery or

violence, did demoralize, but certainly did not better the social

condition of the people. The wind had set in from the west, and was

carrying across Europe, even to the boundary of the Borysthenes, sparks

and flakes of fire from the great conflagration of France. There was no

lack of fuel to maintain an extended combustion, and those whose duty it

was to quench it, were unprepared or unwilling for the task.

The result of the operations of the allied forces upon and within the

frontier of France, is well known. After some success, the sole

consequence of which was to increase the jealousy which already subsisted

between the Austrian and the Prussian, the Republican army succeeded in

driving back the enemy, and establishing themselves upon the Rhine. It was

at this moment, when the danger was at its height, and all Germany,

besides Holland and the Netherlands, was exposed to the terrors of

invasion, that Frederick William of Prussia, actuated by a policy at once

base and suicidal, announced his intention of withdrawing his troops from

the ranks of the confederacy, in total violation of the defensive treaty

of 1787. It is somewhat difficult now, notwithstanding all that has been

written on the subject, to get at the real grounds of this disgraceful

proceeding. The principal alleged cause was the exhausted state of the

Prussian treasury, which, it was said, rendered it absolutely

impracticable for the king to maintain in the field, _without subsidy_,

the contingent of troops which he had solemnly bound himself to furnish

for the general defence of the Continent. It nowhere appears that any

exertion was made to recruit the Prussian finances. By the partition of

Poland, that State had acquired the accession of a large and most valuable

territory, worth something surely by way of mortgage, or if not, at least

a ready magazine of supplies. But all this availed nothing. Prussia

professed herself ready to take whatever subsidy England, or any other

power, might furnish towards the maintenance of her troops--otherwise they

were not to reckon longer upon her co-operation and support. This

proposition was made broadly, shamelessly, and without any diplomatic

circumlocution. "Jacobi, Prussian minister, (at London,) gave in a kind of

memorial, expressive of his Prussian Majesty's intention not to grant the

succours we had asked for, and declining all general interference in the

war, _without being largely paid_." So much for defensive treaties!

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