Litchfield enquirer., 1860-06-14
A Barometer fer the Agricul-
 tNIai Million.

A RT AND SCIESCE.--A NEW AND DESI- A RABLE ARTICLE The Barometer has been known to science for many years It Was first used in measuring the height of mountains. their altitude being determined by the height of mercury in the tube. And long has it been the idt!tul and iastpordJle companion of the mariner, nerer failing in its tmy ,rn,nng of the opproachnq storm- giving from fen to Sirty hours for prepara- hon to meet the tempest
 Bnt every attempt to make this instrument a portable article of merchandise, has always failed until the present patent, by T. R. TIMBY. bear ing date November 3d, 1e57-the scientific and mechanical construction of which, renders it a sate piece of portable merchandise-combini pe.fect durabilay with the most highly ornamental and cllaste beauty known in science of art.
 This article has been examined by scientific men in whom we have every confidence. and they pronounce 1t perfect success. N ]. Obserrer.
 The Barometer is an instrument upon which mueh reliance can be placed in indicating the ap- proach of storms. and should be in general use among agrcuiturists. There has been but one obstacle i'll the way of this in this country al- | though it has not prevented its universal use among agriculturists ill Europe, where the eli mate IS much less changeabc than our own. This 1 only practical difficulty in the way has been re- gently ovcIcure lay Mir. T. R. IlMBY, in render ing the instrument entirely potnJls His improve ment i, on scte'hJfc prnc1ies and of great sim plicfty and efficacy.
 l have ho hesitation in giving it an unqualified recomnl, n l,tion. CHARLES w. HAcKLEY, Prof of Anatomy in Columbia College. New York, Oct. 20. 1858.
 Extra,t of a letter from HENRY WARD EEEcuEr, while visiting ill the country, and published ill the New York Independent
 It is five O clock. a & E 4 hundred bi.ds ye . five hundred are singing as birds never sing eA- cept in the morning. few chimneys send up slow wrcathing column of smoke, which grows every moment paier as the new kin,ilcd fires be- lt w burn brighter. t s . . The clouds hang low on the mountain on every si,le Their ragged edges comb the mountain side, and look as ii they must sway the trees i'll their course. let they move Miih such soft and drowsy measure that not d leaf stirs. Will there be a rain to day The heavens overhead lock like it. The clouds around the mountain hang low as if there were rain com ing. But the Barometer says, No. Then a few | rounds with the sc. the before breakfast. 5 | We must make hay while the sun shines. a a The day passes and the night. With another morning, and that Saturday morning, comes up the sum without cloud to wipe his face upon. The air is clear and crystal-no mist is on the river, no fleece upon the mountain, yet the I;a- ronntcr is sinking and has been sinking all night It has fallen more than quarter of an inch, and continues slowly to fall. Our plans must be laid accordingly. We will cut the clover which is to be cured Ill the cock, and prepare to get in all of yesterday x nOWlnp DcloFe / O CLOCK. NOC tlll about 10 o'clock is "ny q hange seen. Then the suns lis sht seems pale and, though not cloud is before it, some invisible vapor has struck through the atmosphere. By and by clouds bcgin to form, loose, vast, cumbrous that slowly roll and change their unwieldy shapes, and take on every shade of color that lies between the darkest lcaen- gray and the most brilliant silver-gray. While catching our nasty meal, affairs grow critical. The sun is hidden. The noon is dark A II hands arc summoned. a Q All the girls and ladies come forth to the fray. Delicate hands d, e mak-
 ing lively work, raking up the dispersed grass and flying with right nimDle steps here and there, bent on cheating the rain of it's expected prey i; and now the long winnows are formed. The last load of hay from the other fields has just rolled triumphantly into the barn. . Q drop pats down Jn my face, another and another. Look at those baseless mountains that tower in the west, black as ink at the bottom, glowing like snow at the top edge-what gigantic evolutions :! They open, unfold, change form flash lightning through their space, close up their black guifs, and move on with irresistible but silent march through the heated air. Far in the north the rain has begun to sheet down upon old Gray-Lock But the sun is shining through the shower, and changing it to golden atmosphere, in which the mountain lifts up his head like q gloriied martyr among his prosecutions! Only one look can we spare. and all of us run for the house, and in good time. Down comes the flood, and every drop is musical We pity the deishbors, who, not warned by the Barometer, are racing and chasing to save their outlayins clops.
 From Prof SULLIVAN.
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