for one of the advantages resulting from the
improved farming systems is an abbreviation
of the old series of rotation of crops: the same
field will yield wheat every alternate year,
with profitable things daring the interval.
The productive power of the country, as
regards bread, will therefore, be increased in
every direction by Young Agriculture, when
its day shall come. Look here, for example,
at this machine, a drill, which its inventor is
expounding in the paddock. It will so place
every single grain in its right place upon the
soil, that when such machines shall be used
throughout the country, thousands of bushels
of corn that are now thrown as waste seed
over the surface of the kingdom will be
reserved for food. A pint of corn carefully
put into the soil by a machine like this is
worth a bushel scattered as Old Agriculture
scatters it. Use my drill, says the inventor,
and you may feed the country and have corn
to export.

The drill is rolling quietly along a garden
walk depositing its grains for public inspection;
it is nearly three o'clock, and hands are being
washed, the outdoor work is over, and on a
large barn floor tables are spread, at which,
surrounded by flowers and laurels, the three
hundred gather about their host, and sit down
sociably to dinner. Wine and speeches end
the day. Men of European fame as labourers
for civilisation urge the moral of the day's
experience. They speak of the future of
agriculture, the intimate connexion that
exists between the necessities of farmers, and
the measures necessary for the health of towns.
Liquid manure sends its odour from the
neighbouring steam engine; and as the great
fact of the day at Tiptree, it has doubtless a fair
right to be represented, and to address, after
dinner, if not the ears, yet in its own way the
farmers, prophesying by the inspiration of Port
wine, loudly request all men to hear, hear,
hear the great want of education and good
homes for labourers; they applaud the desire
for thorough drainage of prejudice out of the
old agricultural head. A few prudent men,
mindful of nine o'clock and the return of the
express train, have, during the last half hour,
from time to time risen and left the room;
these

—"as they passed,
Gave warning of the lapse of time, that else
Had stolen unheeded by."

So the movement becomes general at last
towards the door; cigars are lighted, horses
saddled, gigs depart; vans, carts, phaetons,
waggons, and omnibuses fill; in a few hours
the Tiptree Farm will lie asleep under the
starlight, one of the drops of leaven sprinkled
here and there about the country, that will
surely in due time leaven the whole lump
of English farming. The magic practices
on Tiptree Hill have revealed to some of
the three hundred who were there to-day
knowledge of things that are to be hereafter.
And by the light that has come from a
reclaimed bog in Essex—will-o'-the-wisp though
you may call it—we have read some
paragraphs out of a chapter in the future history
of England.

TRANSPORTED FOR LIFE.

IN TWO PARTS.—PART II.

As I stood upon the beach, waiting for the
remainder of the prisoners from the ship, and
musing upon the strange destiny which had
cast me among such companions, I could not
help comparing my position, society, and
prospects with those of that day twelve
months. It was the 9th of November, the
day of the great City festival, and I
remembered well the 9th of November
previously, a different kind of day to that bright
cloudless morning. I was then enjoying a
large income, with the brightest prospects.
What a catalogue of ills I had suffered in
those twelve months! The wreck of all that I
possessed in the world; the estrangement of
friends, the severance from those I dearly
loved, imprisonment in three different
dungeons, branded with all but a capital crime,
transported for life to the worst of all penal
settlements.

As the precise time of our arrival could
not of course be previously known, no
preparations had been made to receive us. The
commissariat issues had already been made
for that day, and thus, although we landed
in the morning, we got nothing to eat till the
next day. We were compelled to sleep on
the floor of a granary; a bundle of blankets
were thrown in to us, for which there was an
immediate struggle, some getting two, others
none at all. Next morning we were
summoned by five o'clock, and taken down to
bathe in a bay near the landing-place. This
done, we had our breakfast—a dish of homminy,
or boiled Indian corn. It was poor and insipid,
but not disagreeable. As we were all considerably
exhausted by a four months' voyage, a little
time was necessary to make arrangements for
setting us to work; we were allowed two days'
rest, preparatory to entering upon our island
labours. During this time, we were permitted
to walk about the settlement and make
ourselves acquainted with the establishments.
The barracks for the prisoners were immediately
fronting the sea; those of the military
guard, consisting of two hundred men and
officers, being about a quarter of a mile in
the rear. On a pleasant elevation, overlooking
the settlement, was Government House, the
residence of the civil commandant; and in
the immediate neighbourhood were about a
dozen villas, the residences of the chaplain,
the engineer, and other civil officers. On the
first day, we were all drawn up in the barrack
square and inspected by the civil commandant,
accompanied by the medical superintendent
who had charge of us on our voyage. The