Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1846-11-24
The Proper Time for Fntting Tlmber.

t"e upls lot lnIs puEposes Dut the
reason assigned, 'that the sap is then in
the roots, " showes ats futilitY, as it is eyi.s
dent to The most superficial observer that
: there is nearly the same QUANTITY Of san
in the tree at all seasons. II isGless taf.
tive in winter, and like all other moisture
is concealed during the coolest weather:
yer when not absolutely frozen. circula.
non is never entirely stopped in the living
tree' Reason rphilosophy would seem
10 indicate thai the period of the maturity.
OF the Leaf, or from the last Of June TO the
nrst OF November, is the season for cut.
ting timber in its perfection. Certain it
Is, that we have numerous examples Of
timber cut within this period, which has
exhibited durability twice or three times
as great as that cut in winter. when pIa.
ced under precisely the same circnmstarl-
ces. After it is felled, it should at once
be peeled, drawn from the woods, and Ell,
evated from the ground to facilitate driving:
and ii 1t is intended to be used under GOV
er, the sooner it is put there the better
WOOD designed for fuel, will spend much
better when cut as above mentioned and
immediately housed, but as this is gene.
rally inconvenient from the labor Of tbe
farm being then required for the harvest,
ing ofthe crops, it may be more econom-
zeal to cut it whenever there is most leis.-
ure t.7=AHen,s american Agriculture.
8 Portrait of a Hard Case. 81
BY DOW, JR.
Now youthat was cut out for man, but
was so villanously spoiled in making up,
i1t attend to- your case. For what end
dld you burst open the worlds door, and
rush in uncalled, like a man chased by a
mad bnlH What good do you expect to
bestow upon your fellow men? Some
useful invention, some heroic act. some
great dIscoveryo or even one solitary re
mark! No! Those that look for any thing
good from you, will be Just rs badly fool.
ed as the man who caught a skunk and
thought 1t was kitten; or the woman who
made greens of gun powder tea. You
Know where the neatest. highest pants,
WIN the strongest straps can be got ':on
lick, but you don't know where the next
useful lecture will be delivered. You
know the color ola vest, but never stud.
led the, gorgeous hues of the rainbow, un.
less it was to wish for piece to make a
cravat OF: you know how fool feels in
full dress, but you don't know how man
feels when he eats the bread earned bv
the sweat of his brow: you know how
monkey looks, for you see one every day|
twenty times in your landlldy's looking
glass; blu; you don't know how a man
feels after doing good action; you don't go
whefe,that sight is to be seen. o.! YOU
wasp wasted, catfish mouthed. baboon.
shouidered, calliper-l legged, goose-eyed,
sheeP-taced, bs-whiskered drone, in the
worlds bee hive! What are YOU good
for? Nothing but to cheat your tailor, neat.
Iy to lisp by note line from some milk
and cider Poetaster, sentinentaliy talk
love; eat oysters and act the fool shame.
fully. say does your mother know you're
outt. am afraid you have no mother nor
never had!
You are of no more use in this world
than time peace in beaver dam. or a
matrass in hog pen.-You fill no larger
space in this worlds eye than the toe nail
toa musketoe would in market house.
or stump tailed dog, in all out doors; YOU
are as little though of as the fellow who
knocked his grand mothers last tooth
down her throat; and as for your brains,
ten thousand such could be preserved in
droPof brandy, and have as much sea-
room as tad-Pole in Lake Superior.
As for your ideas. you have but one
land that is stamped on your leaden skull
an inch deep,) that tailors and females
were made to be gulled by you, and that
you think decent people envy your appear
nnce. Poor useless tobaccow worm!--
You o are decidedly hard easel
The DEAD.-How little do we think
ofthe dead. Their bones lie entonbed in
all our towns, Villages and neighborhood
The lands they cultivated, the houses
they built, 1.-The works of their hands are
always before our eyes. We travel the
same road, walk the same path, sit at the
same tiresides, sleep nlhe same-rooms.
ride IN the same carriage, and dine at the
same table; yet seldom remembered that
tEose who once occupied those places are
now gone-alasl for ever. 60,
Strange that the living should so soon
forget the dead when tho world is full of
the mementos of their lives. Strange
that the fleeing cares of life should so
soon rush in and ill the breast to the ex-
elusive of those so near. To day man
stands and weeps over the grave of his
departed friend. To morrow he passes
that grave with cold indifference. TO day
hisheartis wrung with all the bitterness
ofanguish for the loss of one he so much
loved to morrow, the image of that friend
is effaced from his heart and almost for
gotten.--What commentary upon man!
A Coon lONE.-The Springfield Ga
zette tells good story about clergyman,
Rho lost his horse 90, g -. - :