132 COUNTY AGRICULTURAL SOCIETIES. 
He should love his art as Pygmalion did his statue, as Bacon 
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did philosophy—not fitfully, or for a season only, but earnest¬ 
ly and for life. And this, indeed, is most important to suc¬ 
cess. That man never lived, who disliked his calling, and at 
the same time prospered in it, whether he began with capital or 
not. No, “a feeble heart makes a feeble hand,” in every pur¬ 
suit and calling in life. The student, to become eminent as a 
scholar, must idolize science, must make the midnight £tars the 
sentinel witnesses of his devotion ; the professional man must 
apply himselt with a mind-shaking earnestness, if he seeks to 
become, not indeed a Chalmers, a Galen, or a Marshall, but to 
obtain a respectable competence. Just so with the farmer; he 
must like his calling, must take an interest and pride in it, if 
he would not grow poorer every day, and drag along his slow 
length from poverty to penury, from penury finally to beggary. 
Yet it is not enough that the farmer should merely love his 
calling ; besides this he must expect to continue in it through 
life. You remember the proverb of the “ rolling stone there 
is truth in it. It is not the meteor, flashing from one quarter 
of the heavens to another that gives us light , that calls forth 
the delicate-footed Spring, or 'rolls the harvests of bounteous 
Autumn; no, it is only that fixed planet, whose place to-day is 
that of to-morrow, of next year, forever. There is a moral in 
this ; a moral from which men, even in their worldly tasks may 
learn a practical lesson. To succeed, the toiler must not veer 
from one pursuit to another—yesterday a farmer, to-day a 
lawyer, to-morrow a physician; far otherwise. After choos¬ 
ing his occupation, carefully, and in accordance with the bent 
of his inclination, he must resolve to stand by it unto the end. 
Only such perseverance is successful, and, depend upon it, the 
farmer who furrows out for himself a different course in life,, 
will see the “ bitter day.” 
I was reading, yesterday, for the second time, an incident of 
a little girl, who, in early Spring, went out on the river-side to 
gather flowers. Not coming back, search was made, when she 
was found lying near the water on the green bank, drowned. 
