EXHIBITION OE 1807. 
311 
ANNUAL ADDRESS. 
BY PRESIDENT P. A. CHADBOURNE 
OP THE UNIVBR8ITT OP WISCONSIN. 
Mr. President, Ladies and Gentlemen;— The good people of the State of 
Wisconsin have come up here to attend an Agricultural Fair, but all of you 
who have passed through these grounds can see at a glance that this is S(;^me- 
thing more than a mere Agricultural Fair. It is an exhibition of the civiliz¬ 
ation of Wisconsin ; for you have [upon these grounds not only the imple¬ 
ments of the garden and field, but you have also here the products of the 
workshops and of the manufactory. You have brought together the joint 
products of the field and of the brains of man. This is as it should be. A 
painter, when asked what he mingled with his colors to produce such beauti¬ 
ful effects, replied that he mixed them with brains ; and when any people ap¬ 
ply this rule and mix their soil with brains, and guide the hand by the mind, 
they, too will produce beautiful effects, and those who fail to do this, deter¬ 
iorate from civilization and go back towards savage life. 
Further, we see upon this ground the difference between civilization and 
savage life. The savage lives upon that which springs spontaneously from the 
soil, without effort of hand or brain on his part; but the civilized man puts 
in the seed, and f|om year to year he prunes and protects and cares for, until 
at last the fruits and the flowers flourish upon the soil. 
And this grand exhibition stands forth as an emblem, and as a sure sign of 
education and of the great progress in man, of all that distinguishes the civ¬ 
ilized man from man in the savage state. And, go where you will, you will 
find that agriculture is based on civilization. It is impossible for man to 
progress at all in civilization until he makes agriculture the great staple of 
his occupation. When civilized men go to those portions of the earth where 
it is thought to be impossible to produce articles which flourish in their native 
land, they carry with them all that they possibly can to remind them of the 
agricultural products of the land from which they have gone. It was once 
my good fortune, or bad fortune, to find myself among the snows and icebergs 
of Greenland, at the house of that learned man, Gov. Rink. I saw where he 
had cleaned the snow and ice from a little spot of ground, a rod square for a 
green-house, in which he had planted his strawberries, and his currant bushes, 
his flowers and grapes. There was one apple tree three feet high, having up¬ 
on it three apples, that were to him more valuable than apples of gold. The 
