Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1860-06-21
A Barometer for the Agricul-
fuI0l Million.

A TT AND sCIENCE.-A NEW AND DESI-
IA RABLE ARTICLE The Barometer has
been known to science for many years. 1t was
first used in measuring the height of mountains,
me curry in the tube. And long has it been the
faithful and ms parable companion of the mariner,
neuer failing in its timely arning of the approaching
sorm-giving from ten to si1ty hours for prepare
ton to meet the tempest.
Bnt every attempt to make this instrument a
portable article of merchandise, has always failed
until the present patent, by L. r. TIMBY, bear
ing date November Sd, 1S57-the scientific and
mechanical construction of which, renders it a
safe piece of portable Observation-Disclosures
perfect durability with the most highly ornamental
and chaste beauty known ia science of art.
This article has been examined by scientific
men in whom We have every confidence and they
pronounce 1t a perfect sucCesS.-N. Y. Observer.
The Barometer is an instrument upon which
much reliance can be placed in indicating the ap-
proach of storms: and should be in general use
among agrculturists. There has been but one
obstacle in the way of this in this country, al
though it has not prevented its universal use
among agriculturists in Europe, where the eli
mate is much less changeable than our own. This
only practical difficulty in the way has been re-
Gently overcome by MIR. L. R. TIMBY,sin render
ing the instrument entirely portable His improve
mcnt is on scientific principles and of great sim
have no hesitation in giving it an unqualified
recommendation. CHARLES W. HAcKLEY,
Prof. of Anatomy in Columbia College.
New York, Oct. 10 1858.
Extract of letter from HENRY WARD BEEcuER,
while visiting in the country, and published in
the New York independent:
1t is five o'clock. o o o A hundred birds, yes,
five hundred are singing as birds never sing ex-
cept i'll the morning. few chinlneys send up a
slow wreathing column of smoke which grows
every moment paler us the new kindled fires be-
low burn brighter. The clouds hang low
on the mountain on every side. Their ragged
edges comb the mountain side, and look as if they
must sway the trees in their course. Yet they
move with such soft and drowsy measure that not
a leaf stirs. Will there be rain to-day? The
heavens overhead look like it, The clouds around
the mountain hang low DIS if there were rain com,
ing. But the Barometer says, No. Then a few
rounds with the scythe before breakfast. o
We must make hay while the sun shines. o o G
The day passes and the night. With another
morning, and that Saturday morning, comes up
the sun without cloud to wipe his face upon.
The air is clear and crystalline mist is on the
river, no fleece upon the mountain, yet the Ba,
romnter 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 in the cock and prepare to get in all Of
yesterdays moving before 2 o'clock. Not till
about 10 o'clock is any change seen. Then the
suns light seems pale and though not cloud is
before it., some invisible vapor has struck through
the atmosphere. By and by clouds begin 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 leaden gray
and the most brilliant silyer-gray. . o While
catching our hasty meal, affairs grow critical.
The sun is hidden. The noon is dark. All hands
are summoned o o o Q All the girls and ladies
come forth to the fray. Delicate hands are max
ing lively work, raking up the dispersed grass and
flying with right nimble steps here and there,
bent on cheating the rain of its expected prey
and now the long winnows are formed. The last
load of hay from the other fields has just rolled
triumphantly into the barn. 6 o drop pats
down on my face, another and another Look at
those baseless mountains that tower in the west,
black as ink at the bottom, glowing like snow ct
the top edge-what gigantic evolutions They
open, unfold, changeform, flash lightning through
their space, close up their black CULTS, 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 GrayLock But the sun
is shining through the shower. and changing it to
golden atmosphere, in which the noun tain lifts
up his head like glorifed 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 deighbors, who. not warned by the
Barometer, are racing and chasing to save their
O11&1 win