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among them, wander among the bushes, licking with a 

 melancholy, subdued air the innutritions mosses, and 

 cropping, here and there, resignedly, the rough wild 

 grasses ; — the walking frames merely of what, if cared 

 for and nourished, might have been goodly cows. And 

 sadly the winds sigh through the miserable old apple 

 trees, whose upper boughs bear only the foul nests of un- 

 heeded caterpillars in their broken and moss-grown tops ; 

 while the woodpecker listens and taps for the busy worm 

 as he hungrily circles their decaying trunks. And as we 

 pass with a sigh his languishing hens, we say this fellow 

 is only living or perhaps dying on a farm. Would that 

 some real farmer could have them to redeem from 

 destruction ! 



For there are three thing's essential to make the true 

 farmer, and to attain the joys of a farmer's life, viz., 

 Love, Labor, and Science. Li the first place, a man 

 who lives on a farm, if he would be a successful agricul- 

 turist, a real farmer, must be inspired with an earnest, 

 hearty love of this noble profession. How I pity the far- 

 mer, who is so contrary to his tastes and inclinations, 

 who is a farmer only by necessity, who don't well know 

 how to be any thing else, and yet hates to be that. Oh ! 

 poor and meagre and weary and miserable is a life on a 

 farm, with its hard labor and incessant toils, where there 

 is no attraction to sweeten it, no fondness for its pursuits, 

 no earnest, manly devotion to the noble calling. Li every 

 profession, and especially in this, is it necessary that a 

 man should have a native affmity, a strong loving attach- 

 ment for its peculiar cares and duties. 



Every man that is born on the earth's surface, has, 

 doubtless, somewhere on the globe, a location, to which 

 he is particularly suited ; where the soil, scenery, atmo- 

 sphere, climate, every thing is especially grateful to him, 

 — harmonious with his own system, — to which he pecu- 



