We all know that thunder can turn mille sour: but that is after it has Toft the cow. Few of us, 1 suppose, have ever paused to think what havoc Jdiscords may work on the cow hor-self. But at the Smithfeld Fat Stock Show next week, the musical pro-Jeramme is being carefully selected with an eye to pleasing, not visitors, but the animals. "Why do milkmaids sing." asks the secretary of the Show, when' they are milking? The cows Uke it, it keeps them contented, and the milk flows more easily." Selent-Ists of the Reading Dairy Research [Cotiexe concur.
Another reason for good music is that the beasts, very naturally, are prone to stage fright in the Show. They sweat and tremble and lose weight. Music, of an agreeable kind, fauns them=—not exciting stuff, but the Hinpid. purity of Mozart and' Haydn. This suits them exactly. They wave their tails gently, and soflly babble green folds to one another.
After all why not? We know that It i said that London has its signature" flowers for every season, violets for winter, daffodils and tulips {or spring, roses, of course, for sum~ mer. Now a new signature has been Orpheus with his Jute made trees Ria'the mountain tops, that freeze Bow themselves when he did sing:
How much more the soft, dreamy, dewy-eyed cow?
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