4 MR. olivkr's address. 



On the left of this central group stand the Farm-House, the 

 cattle, and the trees, and nearer to the front are piled the rich 

 reaped sheaves, full from the harvest fields of 



" Autumn, all in yellow clad, 

 As tho' he joyed in his plenteous store, 

 Laden with fruits that made him laugh, full glad 

 That he could banish hunger, which before 

 Had by its gnawings oft him pinched sore." — Spencer's Faery Queen. 



Amid an ample pile of shovels, hoes and rakes, and various 

 farming gear, sits a well-fed chubby chap, with pen in hand 

 and record-book before him. I take him to be an embryo 

 Recording Secretary of your Society, just busily at work in 



his vocation ; 



" The chiel's amang you takin' notes, 

 And fa'th he'll print 'em." — Burns^ 



Success to Industry, success to the Farm-House, the Farmer 

 and the Farm, and success and long life to the young Secreta- 

 ry, — and may no useful fact ever escape his record. 



On the right of the picture and in the back-ground, by the 

 river's side, here truly working its passage to the ocean, stands 

 the home of the Speeder, the Spinning-Frame and the Loom, 

 shadowing forth another field, wherein the industry of New- 

 England has been successfully employed. In the foreground, 

 sits another undressed urchin, who points you, exultingly, to 

 the prize-medal which has rewarded his ingenuity and skill as 

 a manufaeturer. 



Suocess to Industry, whether of the Plough or of the Loom. 



One object more remains. In the distant view, a gallant 

 ship, with full sail spreading to the breeze, and deeply freight- 

 ed with the products of the Farm and of the Mill, is ploughing 

 her furrow across the trackless deep, to some far distant port, 

 — conveying the sources of wealth to enrich other climes, and 

 to return with other wealth, in doubled profusion, to enrich 

 her own. 



" Upon the gale she stoops her side, 

 And bounds upon the swelling tide, 



As she were dancing home ; 

 The merry seamen laugh to see 

 Their gallant ship, so lustily, 



FuiTow the green sea foam." — SrotTs Murmian. 



