ADDRESS 



BY HON. DARWIN E. WARE, OF MARBLEHEAD. 



Mk. President and Gentlemen of the Essex Agricultural 

 Society : — 



We have assembled to celebrate in the county of Essex 

 the annual fair and festival of its farmers. The season is 

 felicitous. The delightful coolness of the morning and even- 

 ing hours, the genial warm-hearted noons, the clear and crystal- 

 line air, in which the heavens seem higher, the pure sky bluer, 

 the fleecy clouds whiter, and the radiance of the night more 

 silvery than their wont, are grateful and exhilerating after the 

 sultry heats of summer. The wistful, anxious days are ended. 

 The perils of the germinating seed and the tender plant are 

 over. The crop has passed beyond the power of the worm, 

 the insect and the drought, and now lies safely mellowing for 

 the harvest. Upon the foliage of the forests glow here and 

 there the streaks of many-colored light, that soon will blaze 

 with golden and crimson splendors in the sunset of the declin- 

 ing year. They herald the approaching hour of thanksgiving, 

 when the farmer rests from his labors. 



The occasion is one of universal interest. When the farmers 

 rejoice, let all men make a holiday. The least thoughtful per- 

 ceives that all alike are indebted to him who grows the crop 



