1 a 114s. to 118s. 13s. to 15s, perdoz. lbs. CORK BUTTER EXCHANGE, (Saturday last.)-The supplies during the week were large, and the demand good. Heavy salt Butter rose from 1008. to 101s., and seconds from 958. to 96s, which prices have since been maintained; nor, unless supplies be much larger than at present, are the quotations likely to be lower for some time. Light salt Butter continues in moderate request. Prices rose 3s. on firsts, seconds, and thirds during the week. Its price to-day was 1118., 1048., and 98s. for each quality. GAINSBOROUGH FAIR. - The quantity of cheese pitched on the two days was rather above the average. Prices were rather higher, with a good sale. Best Notts 70s., second quality 60s. to 658., third quality 50s. to 60s., fine Leicestershire 70s., Cheshire 60s. to 65s. per cwt., Stilton 10d. to 11. per lb. MARKET HARBOROUGH.-There was not a large supply, and the greater part of the cheese pitched was by factors, who had bought up the best samples. Prices ranged from 60s. to 75s. per cwt., according to quality. PERTH FAIR.-Skimmed-milk cheese brought 5s, to 6s. per stone of 221b. Saturday cheeses 6s. to 7s. per stone. Sweet-milk cheese realised 6d. to 7d. per lb. COLONIAL:-SYDNEY-Lambs Scoured do. PORT PHILIP-Lambs............... 1 6 Locks and Pieces........... 1 0 V. D. LAND-Lambs ............. 17 0 10 Scoured do................................ 1 9 Unwashed Locks and Pieces............ 1 0 CAPE OF GOOD HOPE-Fleeces........ 1 1 Lambs ............................ Scoured Unwashed............................................. MANURES. 1 7 0 0 0 0 08 PRICE CURRENT OF GUANO, &c. Peruvian Guano, direct from importers' stores, £13 5s. to 13 10. p. tan. Bones, £5 15s. to £6; crushed, £6 58. to £6 108. per ton. Animal Charcoal, (70 per cent Phosphate) £6 5a. per ton, very scarce. Coprolite, Cambridge, (in Loudon), whole 458., ground 60s.;′′ Sufelk whole 35s., ground 468. to 488. per ton. Nitrate of Soda, 14 10s. to £15 10s. per ton. Blood Manure, £6 5s.to £7 108. per ton. Dissolved Bones, £610s. do. Linseed Cakes, best American, £11 7s. 6d. to £11 12s. 6d. per bri E. PURSER, London Manure Company, LIVERPOOL SEED AND GUANO, &c., MARKET. American, thin £10 10 0 to 30 150 0 0 0 11 50 20 0 20 0 Saltpetre, Bengal, 7 01 19 0 21 0 2 per cent..... 2 30 Cloverseed, American, red, new, per cwt.1 17 0 LEEDS (ENGLISH AND FOREIGN) WOOL MARKETS, Friday last. There is but one report given of the state of the English wool market by the staplers, and that is that manufacturers are buying only what they need, and yet prices keep up well. In foreign wool both demand and price are unaltered, and there is the absence of speculation at present. Low wools are not selling so high as was expected a few weeks since, LIVERPOOL WOOL MARKET.-Oct. 25. SOTCH.-There is a fair inquiry for all kinds of Scotch. Stocks are exceedingly light; holders are asking very high rates, and there is little doing in consequence. Do. Laid Cheviot 8. d. s. d. Laid Highland Wool per 24lbs..... 17 0 to 18 0 White Highland do ......................... 20 0 21 0 Laid crossed do..unwashed.... 21 0 22 0 do..washed ...... 22 0 22 6 do..unwashed.... 22 0 23 0 Do. do..washed...... 24 0 27 0 White Cheviot do..washed...... 34 0 42 0 FRANCE.-WOOL MARKETS.-Buenos Ayres and Montevideo wools have been sold at Havre this month in a dirty state at 10d. to 12d. per lb. At Marseilles business has been very restricted. Transactions between wool producers and manufacturers in France are kept as secret as possible; nevertheless it transpired the other day that 2s. per lb. was offered for a lot of mixed Merino of fine quality-terms 4 per cent. discount. The seller stood out for 2s, 1d, per lb. 2 00 Tallow, ist P.Y.C.2 96 SAMUEL DOWNES AND Co., General Brokers, Exchange Court, Liverpool. LADVERTISEMENT.] TO J. AND F. HANCOCK, PULVERIZER PLOUGH WORKS, DUDLEY PORT, TIPTON. Compton Castle, Castle Cary, Sept. 15. SIR,-In reply to yours of some day in August I beg leave to acknowledge the receipt of your Butter-making Machine, which came only ten days ago. My dairymaid is delighted with it, which is more than I could have expected, as you know how seldom servants are pleased with a new invention. It answers admirably. I beg to enclose a cheque for it, according to your account, and am, Sir, &c., S. W. SANDFORD. Chatton Vicarage, Sept. 24. Sir. I have the pleasure of enclosing you a post-office order for £2 18. 6d. for the Butter Machine, which quite answers the purpose which your agent in London described to me; and now that I have seen it in operation, think that it does its work very MATT. BURRELL, effectively. Yours truly, I shall recommend the machine to all my friends. Delamont, Downpatrick, Oct. 1, 1862. Mrs. Gordon considers the Prize Butter Machine of Messrs. Hancock the most perfectly satisfactory machine for the purpose she has ever seen, and encloses a post-office order for the same. Foston, Derby, Sept. 8, 1862. Sir, I am happy to say that we find your Machine for purify ing butter answers extremely wl. We have not yet tried it for salting butter, but doubt not at it will succeed in that process also. A post-office order was sent to you last Friday from Derby. I a. &c, To Mr. Hancock. JOHN BROADHURST. PRICES OF BUTTER MACHINES. -No. 1, for private use, £2 2s.; No. 2, for dairy use, £2 12s. 6d., sent on receipt of postoffice order, payable to J. and F. Hancock, Tipton, where illustrated sheets may be had of their celebrated pulveriser plough. Printed by Rogerson and Tuxford, 246, Strand, London, W. C. THE FARMER'S MAGAZINE. DECEMBER, 1862. PLATE I. FIRST FRUIT; THE GOLD MEDAL SHORTHORN BULL AT THE BATTERSEA MEETING OF THE ROYAL Another breeder, who is giving up sheep for Shorthorns, Mr. Pawlett, of Beeston, was second here, with the second of the sort he has ever en First Fruit, bred and exhibited by the late Mr. Jonas Webb, and calved in September, 1861, is by Englishman, out of Welfare, by Lord of the North (11743), her dam Wallflower, by Aliwal (8831)-tered: while Mr. Robinson, of Clifton Pastures, Welcome, by Paris (7314)-White Violet, by King of Trumps (4156)-Brenda, by Vanguard (5545) Red Rover (4903)—Anticipation (750)-Emperor (1014)-Young Windsor (699)-Windsor (103). Englishman, bred by Mr. Webb, in September 1859, is by Sir Charles (16948) out of English Rose, by Cheltenham (12588), her dam Lady Stuart, by Red Roan Kirtling (10691). Welfare, a roan cow, calved in January 1854, was also bred by Mr. Webb. First Fruit, so called for his being one of the first of Englishman's calves, was 10 months 2 weeks and 4 days old when he was brought out before the judges at Battersea. His appearance here created a deal of sensation, as he not only took the first prize of £15 as "the best Shorthorn bull calf above six and under twelve months old," but also the Gold Medal as the best bull in the four classes of Shorthorn males. We thus spoke to the award at the time: "The Triumviri went on for another white, and another surprise when they decreed the medal for the best of all the males' to a bull-calf, whose chief merit consisted in his being wonderfully well got up for the occasion. He was as level and neat as feeding could make him, but he is neither good in his head and neck, nor from behind; and if First Fruit ever stands so high again, we will undertake to eat him-perhaps, in his capital condition, the very best purpose he could be put to. It is surely wild policy making a model of an animal at such an age, the more so when you have to depend so much on 'malt and meal. However, Mr. Webb has once more taken fortune at the tide, for the Gold Medal is all his own, both the sire Englishman and the grandsire Sir Charles being not only in the Babraham herd, but on the Battersea Show-ground. OLD SERIES.] still a coming man,' is never now without his place. We go more with the general commendation over the bull calves." Mr. Robert Smith, in his more deliberate examination of the show, subsequently said in our pages: "The bull calf class, containing a very large entry (42), with the exception of five or six, presented but few promising animals. Mr. Webb's first prize and Gold Medal calf, First Fruit, by Englishman, was wonderfully got up for his age, showing his tendency to fatten, with a robust constitution. His bringing out had been well timed, as he was getting very shaky on his fore legs, and if not slackened and relieved will soon be the worse for his high keep. It is said that his owner refused 400 guineas for him on the ground. Although the Gold Medal was awarded to First Fruit, many good authorities think that a bull calf is so liable to change, and so much indebted to milk and high feeding for his appearance, that it should not form a criterion to warrant the awarding of the highest prize in all the classes. It would certainly be safer, or more strictly carrying out the object in view, if it were given to an animal fit for service, and not so likely to change in general appearance. Still First Fruit was highly deserving of his prize; he was so much admired by the public, that at times it was difficult to get a sight of him. The re-appearance of this animal in public will be looked for with much interest." Later still, one of those anonymous judges has thus written officially in the Journal of the Society: "Class IV. was by far the best, as Mr. Jonas Webb's First Fruit was the richest specimen I ever saw at the age, both as regards symmetry and quality. Mr. Pawlett's Hopewell, and Mr. Robinson's Jericho were good, and there were at least ten more fit to take a prize." If we are to have a hard winter, a seat in such a goes more for sport itself than pay, depend upon chimney corner would be no bad berth. What a it; and many a good story might he tell us, of cozy, comfortable fireside picture it is! One might what he has done on "a shiny night." It is a almost abandon (only just for a time, of course), cold night, for a wonder; so let us go in for halfthe customary furnishing of an English hearth-an-hour, and hear what he has to say. Now, the smiling wife and prattling children; the kettle gently-rap-tap! singing on the hob, and the tea-tray, ready laid. Look at the old black gaze-hound there, scorching his toes, and evidently fighting one of his recent battles o'er again-the last turn he gave the mountain hare as she made for the woodland; or that particularly quiet thing he had all to himself the other morning. We should be sorry to say our Macassar-headed friend is a poacher, and not a keeper; but he certainly does look very much like it. Beyond the half lurcher-like Snowball, that yet more cross-bred dog, watching so intently the click of the gun-lock, is something like King's evidence. Who shall say of what sort he is, or what work he does? Is he to hunt, or to shoot to? Either, no doubt, as occasion may offer. Small the blame he will have for running in at a limping leveret after he has stood to her in her form, and given his fellow-felon the first chance. Besides, the man does'nt look like a servant; those uncombed locks and queer-fitting continuations have nothing "uniform" about them; this fellow And in a moment, that old gun is in a yet more cozy nook of the chimney place, and those few birds are thrown quickly into some other corner, where it would take you or us an hour to find them. And old Snowball gets up half-savagely, while his Jack-of-all-trades companion sets up every bristle on his back, and growls out as plainly as a dog can speak, "What the devil does any body want here at this time of night?" Not so their worthy master. Half-asleep, with his pipe stuck mechanically in his mouth, he opens an inch and a-half of the door, until quite sure it is not Mr. Plush from the Great House, or Master Tipstaff from the Station. Because, as he explains, "they are always a worriting a poor honest chap, who works hard to get his living"-the deuce does anybody know how though, without it be Messrs. Mongrel and Snowball aforesaid. Let us leave the worthy trio to the uninterrupted enjoyment of their own society. DEATH OF MR. JONAS WEBB, OF BABRAHAM. much prepared to look at and bid for a pure-pedigree cow as even for a score of short-wool ewes. This visit to Babraham was in itself an event in a man's life, though we little thought, as we left the scene in July last, that the handsome, portly presence of Jonas Webb himself would never again give a genial grace to the occasion, however well the gatherings may prosper in other hands. It was but a fortnight or two back, on passing through Cambridge, we heard that Mrs. Jonas Webb was lying dangerously ill at the house of her brother in that town, and that Mr. Jonas Webb himself was in anything but good health. Already we have had to announce the decease of that estimable lady, while we have now to record the death of her dear husband, who survived her but five days. Mr. Webb is declared to have sunk under an attack of gastric fever, though there is no question but that his sys-home of his own. He was born at Great Thurlow, in the tem never recovered from the shock experienced by the loss of his partner. A man of naturally fine feelings and strong affections, he was unable, in his own debilitated state, to struggle on without the good prop with which a kind Providence had so long blessed his hearth-stone. Mr. Jonas Webb never went far from his birth-place for a county of Suffolk, on the 10th of November, 1796, being the second son of Mr. Samuel Webb, of West Wickham, Cambridgeshire, in which county his ancestors had long resided. Commencing business as a farmer at Babraham, in Cambridgeshire, in 1822, he speedily turned his attention to the breeding and the improvement of Southdown sheep; while his object and success will be perhaps best told by himself, in a letter he addressed to the Farmer's Magazine, nearly twenty years since, on the occasion of his portrait being given in that work: "I commenced breeding Southdown sheep as soon as I began business for myself, about twenty-two years since, from a conviction, through many experiments made when at home with my father with many different breeds of sheep, that more mutton and wool of the best quality could be made per acre from Southdown sheep than from any other breed, upon nine-tenths of the arable land in this country, where |