The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1877-07-03 00:00:00

EYKOUTH.
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It has been long ago not iee.l that patience under stiller
big 6, moat endonng whet. the patience one person's,
wet the angering another's. Owners I.f clog, fume*
examples of thow +rho hear other people's soiferin.:s with
reaae...ton, lout Lobes who prote.t that ' dear little
Flaw won't burr even if she dole, tote a lath., will he
admitted-to a conitnimity of uitfering if they don't keep
Plow under prolwr control, for ,liworilerly dozs are to be
restrained lir Art of Parliament. and if not, they ant,, he
destroyed. Mr. Vickery, although he hina distinguishegl
binaaelf in her Mawsty's army, would rather save the life
of a single citizen than kill a thousand enetuie, so his
loot ukase ban gone out against wandering dog,

William Tixu4. ILN It., Moppet • runaway hone on
Friday evenin:„ altholith the animal had thrown ansru
one man, knorked down &wither, and Mitered both. Next
day Villim p 011.41 a Imy out .4 the Harbour, namely
George Valiant Howe IL, from Mat fashionable ducking
place, the tar. The Naval Iteserve Man think. lot
ought to hare ivaal. mi I I.

Vim. we are w.t 55 reek's,: id child life as the C.infurinis
taught 'hinese, who tie a g to the haby's neck, cod
ict it take its elisnre, consoling the•owl yes. especially if
U he a girl, with the retlsction that if drowned it is taken
away front the evil t. . The tw.s instances of child
discovery in this neighbourhissl, she iiist a nionth after
the other, have made a sensation . .... ngst us that show
we are considerably ir adrance of nature-taught ("elest is'.
Me. itessarik actin:. as County I. ironer, noticed that the
packing up the body won in each Mle vs. iieliberate that
sonic one beside the mother hail probably been engsged.
•nd he threatened then, with the terrors of the law, if
caught County and borough police 6Ave been fraternising
tosiether since, and I should not wonder if the police have
• clue.

That is itioro than I have to the prospects of the i
Weymouth hotel and Florid Hall Company. Are they
going t, "die and make n 4, 'ion.' or are they Pymaring
something tretuendously grand to astonish us! We ran
stand a good deal of vitontshment thin FCI3OO, eperi dly
in the way of Maine., which seems as slow to improve as
the Floral Ilall C nupany do to show results.
So my I with regard to the Mackerel searon. S far.
we have had • fairly dreadful year ; the rough winds have
agitated the sea that the fish keep away front the surf- '
beeten shore, ant canmd be caught On Friday, it was
quieter, and go ird catches were secured, one holt taking
20,101. But on Saturday the wind rise, and the tinny
hoeta "to sea gaily steered out again." I know an agent
for the mackerel trade, who has not earned his expenses,
and unless things quickly mend, 1 shall have to report •
great failure of the mackerel fishery this year.
Dynamite fishery, leo, has collatseed as quickly as it
sprang up. Not only did the deadly slock kill too much,
but the fist, were too much killed. Some scientific men
tells an that it is the "conservation of energy that gives
value toanimal feud; but in the flabby carers I; of dynamite-
killed fish I hear there was not enough energy conserved
to carry them to muket so as to fetch a good price. The
partial failure is after all, a relief, for ewes doubtful how
far the massacring force of dynamite extended, and how
many poor fish, injured at long ranges, swain helpleraly
away, to drag out • death-in-life, neither for their owa
pleasure nor man's profit The destruction of the fry pro-
bably extended much more widely than that of the mature
flab; but one stunned bass of 10 or 12 lb weight wet seen,
• short time after the dynamite shots, rolling about in the
shallow water in Weymouth Bay.

The Great Western Railway. I fear, care very littlewfor I
the failure of the mackerel trade. Their new potatoes
continue to poor into Weynimith by the steamer-load, and '
"the cry is still—they come.- till the workers at the
station, from their numical director downwards, are very
nearly suffering from • surfeit. Rut, considering that the
basketfuls mit hoxfula, awl harrelfisia. truckfuls, and
trainfulic which pass through Weymouth, are only email
proportion of the great stream which pours into England
from the cornucopia of the Channel Islands. I hardly know
which to admire most, the wonderful fertility of the
island-scraps remaining front the great Norman dukedom,
or the insatiable voracity of the great Central England,
which takes all these potatoes, and, like Oliver Twist, asks
for mora, hot only the American tidier, hut the choicest
horticultural produce, out-flows from the Islands, which
must he gems of the ocean, if we may judge from the
azaleas, ros,a, kin', that come over in sun.
painted picturelets, exhaling the mmt delicious of seents
from miniature groups, while strawberries of all-enticing
tints herald the great invadon of flints, when purple-
bloomed grapes, blushing apples, pears melting in the
mouth, or cussing one to wait stew mouths till they have
mellowed, luscious pine-apples with orange tints and
green crests, blazing tomatoes, —hut where shall I stop if I
try to name even the regiments soil their uniforms of the
great army that so pearefolly invade no from these
Fortunate Isles? 'I he great Handel is said to have played
bewitching strains of music to his versifier, and com-
manded-- These are my ideas: make me words fit for
them," and the word-tacker to these Li,ler ;cone
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was, with well-racked brain, inipstiently preswil temples,
and altogether aching bead, forced to acknowledge that
he was incompetent to render the mmically-vihratine
thoughts of the great master into the spoken tztie.
And when the Great Master-Worker, the i
Musician of all, preeente us with His lightest toy tritlesil
work. Hie designs in moat fugitive material, and say.—
" These are My idea• of beauty." who can make words to
031kV51 those Idea,! I bow with reverence, and barely
tench the task. But at least I may exhort yoar readers to
make ways into their horses for these IMPS of beacon-
en earth, them feathers shaken out yearly from
sagell-vringe, these miniatures of love-spirit., these smiles
of the AU-Parent to the children of men.