OUR COUNTRY LIFE 



meals are prepared in a fireless cooker will the lady 

 farmer have leisure to keep up with the latest novels, 

 to say nothing of dreaming dreams. 



But the children? Ah! the children, that is another 

 matter. Great as is his joy and pride in the old place, 

 the farmer has a feeling that his children must not be 

 content with doing as he has done, but must rise in 

 the world. It has been all very well for him but it 

 is not the best life. His sons shall not labor in the 

 fields as he has, they shall go to college and learn to 

 be business men or lawyers, doctors or maybe minis 

 ters; they shall lead a life of ease in the city. His 

 daughters, too, shall have the advantage of a higher 

 education, which will unfit them also for the farm life. 

 And he sighs as he looks at his broad acres and thinks 

 of the many plantings, the many harvests, the saplings 

 that have grown into big trees, the twigs spread into 

 twining thickets. What will become of it when he is 

 gone? 



Curiously enough, by the inscrutable ways of Provi 

 dence this has been beautifully arranged. For as the 



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