18 FARM ECHOES. 



from the city exquisite, I have often found men of the 

 keenest and most delicate sense of refinement and honor. 



There is a saying more ancient than elegant, telling 

 who made the country and who the city ; one decidedly 

 complimentary to the former, but tremendously severe 

 upon the latter. However distinctly the lines of separa- 

 tion may have been drawn in "the good old times," but 

 few traces of them are now left. City and country have 

 so intermingled as almost entirely to erase these lines. 

 Each, to a great extent, shares the good and bad of the 

 other. Each sustains the other. 



Do not give this part of the country credit for the fol- 

 lowing, for it belongs to another rural district. 



It is said that three farmers went to New York to sell 

 an article in which they were jointly interested. Having 

 disposed of it advantageously, and being flush of money, 

 they resolved to go to a leading and fashionable restaurant 

 and have "a grand dinner, New York style." It was left 

 with the proprietor of the establishment to furnish what 

 he considered "first-rate." They made up their minds 

 that they would have to pay probably as much as five dol- 

 lars each, fifteen dollars in all, and were astounded when 

 called upon to pay forty-five dollars, fifteen dollars each. 

 Of course, there was nothing for them to do but settle 

 their bill and leave. Out they went, full of wrath be- 

 cause of the imposition which they supposed had been 

 practised upon them. Two of the three kept up a long 

 and lively abuse of the proprietor, when the third came 

 to their relief with the consoling announcement "Never 

 mind, my friends ; that bad man has been punished for 

 his sin. I have hig spoons in my pocket." 



