The Finest Life 



who is also gardener and is fast turning into a 

 motor cleaner and driver. Our farmer has all the 

 country sports and pastimes at his door, hunting, 

 fishing, shooting, coursing, and most villages 

 have a cricket club where respectable citizen3 

 may be seen skimming across the green. The life 

 is healthy and delightful; up with the lark and 

 out all the day in the open air, the farmer's 

 cheeks are tanned, his carriage erect, and he has 

 the priceless gift of independence. 



Professional men toady to their clients in their 

 earlier days; they can't do this, they daren't do 

 that, and their religion, politics, and customs 

 must be those prevalent. As for the business man, 

 whether shopkeeper or merchant, his steps are 

 hedged incredibly, the burden of his life is never 

 to offend a customer (actual or potential), to 

 which he is a slave. Politicians, artists, and authors 

 must have the favour of the populace, or starve, 

 lacking independent means, whilst soldiers, sailors, 

 and civil servants are discipline implicit. Only 

 they who live by the land are free. 



They care for nobody, whilst everybody cares 

 for them. There are labourers to do their bidding 

 without interference of Trades Unions, Govern- 

 ment officials do not bother them, save in their 

 own interest, merchants and travellers swarm 

 around to buy or sell what they want, and a 



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