A Bad Lightning Rod

Robert Dale O wen, in bis autobiopraphical narrativo in the Atlantic monthI for September, relates the füllowiug auecdote of Mr. Greeawood, ouu ot' the Harniony colonists : We had, during the suuiiucr üf 1825, Boveraiternoc thunder-storms such au I liever beiorc witnessod. The steeple of uur chnrcb was hattei-üd, and ono of our boarding houses struok. It was during one of these storms, when the whoie heavens seemed Hiuniinated, and the ram was falling in torrents, that I saw old Greenwood thoroughly drenched, iind carrying uprirht, s a soldier does his musket, a slender iron rod, ten or twelvo feet long. He w;M walking in the middle of the street, passed with slow fitep thü house in which I was, and, as I atterward learned, paraded every street in thü village in the same delibérate naannur. Nuxt day I met him aud asked an explanation. " Ah well, ray young friend," said he, I'm very oid ; I'm uot well; I suffer mucli, and I thought it might be a good chance to slip off, and be laid quiecly in the corner ui the peach orchard " (the tfinporary cemetery of the settlement). The Steek Journal, aíter giving a number of experimente in feeding corn to pigs, remarks that these experimenta show that there is within a fraction of twenty-four pounds of pork in a bushei of corn ; and the Ctttbrt of overy farmer should be to endeavor to get out as much aa he can of it. And to do this he must have the right kiud of hogs ; they must be'placed in the right condition, and fed injthe right tuanuer, with a view to profit.