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farm to produce. Figures do not lie — look at them. The proprie- 

 tors are young men, whose farm, when they first came into possession 

 of it, a few years ago, was of a very indifferent quality. They have 

 used thorough culture and the best manures, and have since added 

 several acres to their inheritance by purchase, at the rate of three 

 hundred dollars an acre. With the help of four men, and occasion- 

 ally men, women and children to pick, they were enabled to render 

 to the Committee statements as follows, all evidently within bounds: 



They have supplied the New- York City markets, this summer, 

 from thirty acres, with 



342 bushels of Peas in the pod, average price 75 cts. per bushel. 



1,000 bushels of Potatoes, price 685 cents, and 500 bushels yet 

 remaining to dig. 



40 bushels per day of Tomatoes; the whole crop estimated at 

 1,200 bushels, at 50 cents per bushel. 



4,000 poles are now thickly covered with Lima Beans, perfectly 

 grown. 



1,200 bushels of Bush Beans have been disposed of; average price 

 44 cents per bushel. 



Corn, 3 acres; blue top turnips, 1| acres; Cabbage, U acres, 5,000 

 to the acre; Hay for all their stock; Wheat, 75 bushels; Cayenne 

 Cherry Peppers, a beautiful patch, estimate 25 bushels on one-twen- 

 tieth of an acre."* 



But the wealth, secured by philosophical agriculture, is but of 

 secondary importance, when compared with the moral and intellec- 

 tual nobility that it confers on the husbandman. That is a profound 

 remark — " The cultivated farmer is better than the cultivated farm," 

 for the cultivated farmer is no longer a mere delver iu the sod; a 

 mere machine that annually produces so many bushels of wheat; a 

 mere pile of nerves, muscles and bones, that 



-lives as the father lived, 



Dies where the father died, and thinks the moon 

 That rolls above the head, no larger ih.n 

 The father's shield." 



I give thanks to the spirit of liberty, the parent of progress, that 

 American farmers cannot merit this description. What I wish, is, 



N. Y. Tribune. 



