Best-Rated Self-Propelled Mower

Lawn Mowers industry is highly active in the USA, And UK. The number of brands which was active in 2010 was only 97. In a matter of years, the industry has grown from 97 to 500+ in three countries, which is a massive change in just a few years. Many Entrepreneurs and Manufacturers have seen a potential rise in income and can generate revenue. The Govt’s of their respective countries have also supported the idea because it will increase the opportunities and business for the people. However, it has benefitted the people in many ways. The features, performance, designs and more is expected from the Lawn Mowers. Today we will look at some of theBest-Rated Self-Propelled Mower. Also check out top 7 push lawn mowers by Uphomes here.

What Is The Best-Rated Self-Propelled Mower?

Troy-Bilt TB270ES

Troy-Bilt TB270ES powered by a 159 or 160cc engine in the Lawn Mower. The engine is started with one push button. The model has equipped with an electric technology, which will allow you to cut the grass smoothly.The 21-inches steel deck has the dual level with over six cutting programs. The only lever lawn mower is durable and has the potential to cut down the grass without any hassle. The product come with a price tag of $350 and comes withy two-year of warranty from the brand.

Lawn-Boy 17732

149cc and gross torque power Lawn-Boy 17732. The Lawn-boy is self-propelled lawn mower which can cut 21-inches of grass. The product is known for delivering the job with an excellent performance, and it is durable even when used heavily. The Lawn-boy model is priced at $279 and comes with one-year of warranty by Lawn-boy.

Lawn-Boy 10734 Kohler Electric Start XT6 OHV, Self-Propelled Gas Lawn Mower, 21-Inch

Lawn-boy is one of most high-rated lawn mower manufacturer, who is known for delivering the quality and performance to the users for years now. The electric start self-propeller allows you to finish the cutting in a matter of minutes quickly, and it doesn’t consume time to do so. The three-year warranty product comes at the price tag of $339. The 149cc powered engine can mow down the 21-inches grass, which many mowers have a hard time and smooth cutting is not that comfortable, but Lawn-Boy 10734 has what it takes to be.

GreenWorks Pro MO80L510

When we look at the self-propelled Lawn Mowers, almost 90% of them have interesting features, and the price tag is heavy. Green-Works is a reputed brand who have been in the industry for a long time now, and they are known for providing quality of products. GreenWorks Pro MO80L510 runs on 5Ah rechargeable battery, which is an electric mower with durable and versatile performance. The build quality is fantastic, which can last for years without any damage. The Lawn Mower can cut 21-inches very smoothly without any stops or interruptions. You’d also love to read: Top 10 clever gardening tips by experts Conclusion IF you are planning to buy a quality of product at an affordable price, then you can always choose Self-propelled electric lawn mowers starts from $100. The electric mowers last for longer period than ther gas models. If you have any question related to the lawn mower, then comment down and exclude your doubts.

Mother Shipton’s prophecies

A very singular cause of death was revealed at an inquest held on the body of a child of ten years, named Kate Weedon, who resided with her parents at Hoxton.

It appeared that the girl had read the well-known prophecies of Mother Shipton, and had consequently become very much alarmed, the more especially as the present year was quickly drawing to a close.


She very frequently cried and talked about the world coming to an end in 1881. On returning from school on the 17th inst., she was weeping bitterly and speaking of Mother Shipton. Her mother told her it was all nonsense, but this had not the least effect upon her, and when she went to bed at half-past ten she was still crying and wringing her hands, saying she knew the end of the world would come in the night.

At about half-past three on the following morning the mother was awakened by hearing her cry, and on going to her bedroom found the child in a fit.

A doctor was immediately sent for, but his services were of no avail, and the child died two hours later. Medical evidence was to the effect that death was due to convulsions and shock to the system, brought on by fright. A verdict was returned accordingly.


The Taunton Courier, November 30, 1881.

10 bizarre Victorian-era deaths

1. Killed by a coffin

Henry Taylor died an ironic death. He was a pall bearer in London’s Kensal Green Cemetery, and was midway when through a funeral when he caught his foot on a stone and stumbled. As he fell to the ground, the other bearers let go of the coffin, which fell on poor, prone Henry.

“The greatest confusion was created amongst the mourners who witnessed the accident,” said the Illustrated Police News in November 1872, “and the widow of the person about to be buried nearly went into hysterics.”

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2. Crushed by his own invention

Sam Wardell couldn’t afford to oversleep. He was the lamplighter in the New York town of Flatbush in the mid-1880s: he lit the street lights in the evening, and needed to be up early to put them out again at dawn. It wasn’t a job for slobs.

And so, with the boundless ingenuity of the age, he hit on a neat failsafe.  He took a standard alarm clock and supercharged it, adding a Wallace and Gromit-style embellishment to ensure he woke in time. First he connected the clock by a wire to a catch he fitted to a shelf in his room. Then he placed a 10lb stone on the shelf. When the alarm struck, the shelf fell and the stone crashed to the floor. Ta-da!

It worked perfectly, and perhaps would have carried on doing so, if Wardell hadn’t toyed with the configuration. One Christmas Eve he invited some friends round for a party and cleared his room of furniture to make space.

When they left, he dragged his bed back into the room. He was tired, and didn’t pay much attention to where he put it.

At 5am the next morning, the alarm sounded. The shelf fell. The stone dropped straight onto the sleeping Wardell’s head.


3. Killed by a mouse

An equation familiar to anyone who’s sat through a few old episodes of Tom and Jerry: Women + Mice = Localised Uproar.

It’s a sexist old TV trope, of course, but it played out for real in England in 1875, when a mouse dashed suddenly onto a work table in a south London factory.

Into the general commotion which followed, a gallant young man stepped forward and seized the rodent. For a glorious moment, he was the saviour of the women who’d scattered. It didn’t last.

The mouse slipped out of his grasp, ran up his sleeve and scurried out again at the open neck of his shirt. In his surprise, his mouth was agape. In its surprise, the mouse dashed in. In his continued surprise, the man swallowed.

“That a mouse can exist for a considerable time without much air has long been a popular belief and was unfortunately proved to be a fact in the present instance,” noted the Manchester Evening News, “for the mouse began to tear and bite inside the man’s throat and chest, and the result was that the unfortunate fellow died after a little time in horrible agony.”


4. Death by hair

The doctors were baffled. The patient was seriously ill, that much was clear, but they couldn’t fathom the cause.

So when the 30-year-old died, in a village in the English county of Lincolnshire, they asked her grieving relatives for permission to carry out a post-mortem.

Whatever they imagined they might find, it can’t possibly have been what they actually discovered: A solid tumour, made up of human hair, weighing two pounds and looking for all the world like a black duck with a very long neck.

“This remarkable concretion had caused great thickening and ulceration of the stomach, and was the remote cause of her death,” said the Liverpool Daily Post in 1869.

“On inquiry, a sister stated that during the last twelve years she had known the deceased to be in the habit of eating her own hair.”


5. Killed as a zombie

The funeral was in full swing when the lid of the coffin lifted, and the corpse began to climb out.

This was, needless to say, an unexpected turn of events. White-faced with fear, the priest and the mourners alike ran from the church of their Russian village and scattered to their homes, bolting their doors.

The ghoul lurched after them, bursting into the house of an old woman who had not been quite so nimble with her lock.

As the priest collected his senses, he realised the rampaging corpse was actually a coma patient who’d regained consciousness. Too late. The peasants in his parish had plucked up their nerve, armed themselves with guns and stakes and set off for an exorcism. By the time the priest arrived on the scene, the zombie had been successfully returned to the other side, and the body thrown into a marsh.


6. Drowned by decorum

We all know the clichés. The Victorians were a bunch of hidebound, thin-lipped, punctilious, moralising, etiquette-obsessed fun- sponges who’d reach for the smelling salts at the mere glimpse of a titivating table leg.

It’s a wild generalisation, of course. But sometimes – to revert to another cliché – clichés are true.

Here’s proof. In 1892, in Bermuda, a party of sailors were returning to their ship by steamboat, having been on shore leave in the capital.

Sailors being sailors, there was a row. The row turned into a fight. One man went overboard.

A marine began to strip off to save him, but was ordered immediately to stop by an officer who had spotted a boat with ladies on it nearby.

The ladies in the boat manifested every description of sympathy with the unfortunate man,” reported the Western Daily Press, “but seemed altogether opposed to the idea of an ordinary man springing into the sea unless duly and sufficiently attired in the garments which fashion rather than common sense has decided to be proper.”

The increasingly frantic efforts of the sailor to keep afloat suddenly concentrated minds. The officer asked for volunteers. Five men at once leapt to the rescue, but the sailor had drowned.


7. Torn to pieces by cats

You know how it is. You get a cat, seeking companionship and amusement, and are rewarded with the occasional teatime display of self-serving affection.  It’s charming, so you get another. And one more. Pretty soon, your home makes visitors’ eyes sting.  People stop calling by. You let your hair grow wild. You enthusiastically take up muttering.

In 1870, in Iran, a rich eccentric lady had cheerfully embarked on much this kind of path, breeding and buying cats to her heart’s content and passing her days in an agreeable if malodorous blur of purrs.

Then disaster struck. A fire broke out, and as it swept through the house, the cats were trapped behind a door. Two maids were sent to free them, but the blaze had driven the beasts berserk.

The instant the door was opened, they flew at the unfortunate young women, tearing, scratching and biting them in a frenzy. Their injuries were so severe, they both died.


8. Killed by a drunken bear.

A quick quiz. You are offered a bear to keep as a pet. Do you:

a) Turn it down. It’s cruel to keep a bear as a pet.

b) Accept it. Perhaps you might teach it to drink booze too.

In Vilna in Russia in 1891, there was a man who would have answered b). The bear was large but tame, but it had a taste for vodka. One day it bustled into a village tavern and grabbed a keg of vodka. The owner of the inn, Isaack Rabbanovitch, objected, and tried to snatch it back.

It would be an understatement to say this was an error. In the chaotic scenes that ensued the infuriated animal hugged to death the tavern keeper, then did the same to his two sons, and daughter.

The villagers found the drunken animal asleep on the floor in a pool of blood and alcohol, surrounded by its victims. The bear was immediately shot.


9. Laughed himself to death

Almost eighty years before Monty Python’s Ernest Scribbler created the funniest joke in the world, farmer Wesley Parsons had a deadly gag all of his own.

He was joking with friends in Laurel, Indiana, in 1893, when he was seized by fits of uncontainable laughter, and couldn’t stop.

He laughed for nearly an hour, when he began hiccoughing. Two hours later he died from exhaustion.


10. Killed by a bet

It must have seemed like a good idea at the time. In the Spanish region of Navarre in 1879, two Frenchmen struck a bet to see which was the hardiest.

The terms were these. After fasting for a day, they’d drink 17 glasses of wine each, then walk from Pamplona to a village six miles away. In the height of summer, just to make it that extra bit more interesting.

As one was far younger than the other, they hit on a handicap system: for every year’s advantage the twentysomething had over his middle-aged rival, he’d carry a pound of dirt.

So off they went. Both lurching towards their goal; one staggering under the extra burden of 16 pounds of earth.

They hadn’t gone far, needless to say, when the wager took a dark turn. The elder man collapsed and died. The younger, reported the Manchester Evening News at the time,  “escaped death only by the skin of his teeth.”


A corpse in a house for 20 years

A  curious discovery was made at Birmingham on the 9th inst. An old man, named William Owen, who has been living by himself for the last eight or nine months at Hockley Hill, and been known in the neighbourhood as the “old miser,” was visited on Wednesday by the relieving officer, as he was in necessitous circumstances.

The officer noticed in one of the rooms a large box, and was informed by Owen, on his being pressed, that it contained the body of his sister, Ellen Perry, who died in Islington Workhouse in 1863.

His sister always had a horror of being buried by the parish, and she was promised by Owen that she should be buried in Birmingham. He had the body enclosed in a zinc and wooden coffin, and brought to Birmingham, where he expected the family to help him defray the expenses of the funeral, but as they did not do so he determined to keep the corpse in the house as long as he lived.

This he had done, and when he moved from one district to another some months ago, the box containing the coffin was taken with the other things.

Owen was always an object of considerable curiosity and suspicion, and for 15 years no one entered his door. He lived in one room, and was never known to have a light in the house.

As the certificate of his sister’s death was in Owen’s possession, no inquest will be held. The man has been taken to the Workhouse.

The Western Gazette, January 18, 1884.

Drunk for seven weeks

The discomfort attending a long sea voyage has been successfully avoided by an Englishman named Wren, who crossed the Atlantic the other day in a state of drunkenness so complete that he was unconscious of the fact that he had left Liverpool until some time after his arrival in America.

Wren, it is stated, “stepped out of Charity Hospital in Cleveland, Ohio, on the 2nd inst. after one of the most extraordinary drunken frolics on record.”

He had, in fact, been drunk for seven weeks, and arrived in that condition at Cleveland in the early part of December. So hopeless was his state of intoxication that he was taken to the hospital where he remained for three weeks under medical treatment.

On regaining his consciousness his first request was for whisky, and this being refused, he asked where he was.

On being informed by the Sister of Charity who attended that he was in hospital, he named one near London, and said that he was supposed he was in that institution.

He was then told that he was in a hospital in Cleveland, Ohio, upon which he exclaimed, with evident surprise and emotion, “Good heavens! Have I crossed the Atlantic drunk?”

Letters since received disclose the fact that Wren, who had intended to come to Cleveland, where he means to reside in future, was entertained by his friends before his departure from Liverpool, and was actually put on board a steamship at that port drunk, in which condition he continued during the voyage.

His friends had considerately bought him a through ticket to Cleveland, but he says he recollects nothing from the evening on which the farewell festivity took place until seven weeks later, when he revived to find himself in Charity Hospital.

Wren, by his own account, previous to this backsliding, had for some years been a total abstainer.

The Edinburgh Evening News, January 22, 1879.

Skin-grafting extraordinary

“Walter Gibson, 175 pieces; Milton Gibson 250; John Drake, 300; Frederick Ranney, 300; Shellman Stewart, 60; Langdon Howes, 75; Murray Sanders, 40; Robert Henning, 60; Albert Wallace, 60.”

The foregoing list, remarks the Globe, represents perhaps the strangest contribution made by one set of human beings to another in the whole history of altruism.

It seems that Master Frederic Griffith of Montclair (New Jersey), being a patriotic youngster, determined to celebrate the glorious Fourth of July in the usual way, and laid in a good stock of crackers.

Unfortunately, he committed the error of stowing away the surplus supply in his pockets, and while lighting one of them a spark set fire to the rest and converted his raiment into a shirt of Nessus.

The poor boy was desperately burned, but the doctors informed his parents that if they could get a sufficient number of persons who would volunteer to contribute 5,000 pieces of skin to graft on to the parts left bare by the burns, they might save his life.

It is pleasant to learn that no lack of volunteers stood in the way of the experiment. The parents were the first to volunteer themselves, a score of healthy young men in the neighbourhood followed suit and the grafting process, which was begun on August 1st, has been carried on ever since, with the result that Master Frederic Griffith has already 2,000 pieces of skin from other persons growing on his body.

By next February, the doctors hope to have entirely completed the upholstering of the little patient, though many months must still elapse before he is able to quit his bed.

This, we may observe, is not published as a snake story, although snakes do wonderful things with their skins. It is narrated with every possible circumstantiality of detail by a leading New York paper, and certainly constitutes one of the most remarkable triumphs of surgery on record.

The Gloucester Citizen, December 21, 1894.