Morning herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1837-1840, 1837-09-11

RETIRING FROM OFFscE-CouNrRY LrrE.-Who
among our readers does not remember Courier Good
win, for fifteen years clerk in the Post Office? His
politeness-hs rapidity-his civil manners-his fund
of good humer were always on the qui sire We
can afford now to enlarge on his good qualities for
he has retired from the profession Of "Leters and
is now healthy, independent farmer in New Jersey,
enjoying happiness under his own fg-tree and under
his own vine. When the other clerks of the office
also retire to their FARMS they haveno idea what devil
sh handsome things I'll say of them. AT present It
might spoil them to tell how well think of them
therefore mum. aM EeNE0A n1
WELL your old friend, Master Goodwn,-he IS
perfect Cincinnatus, with broad straw hat on his
head, farming it in New Jersey. He calls his place
Roselawn Cottage containing 100 acres, with little
mount towards one end-sevsral pretty little stream
lets running through tia bubbng spring at one
corner-and few beautiful groves the out skirts.
I, situated the Six me-run," in New jersey
at little distance from New Brunswick, on the ca
nal. aa
took trip, in spirit the other day to see how
he was getting along-and never saw man so de-
cidedly in the high way to happiness and heaven as
Courier is.
dear feow,to get along without getting the early news
as you ever did? =
"The news, indeed I have expresses from all parts
Of the universe. The glorious sun, Bennett, briggs
me accounts every morning, that the day is up. The
rainbow that the covenant about seed time
and harvest still remains. Instead of reading super
scriptons read the heavens and the earth. Instead
of calculating postages calculate the seasons-the
tides-and the changes of the weather. Instead of
running to the street, and buying peach for a six
pence, take stroll into my orchard after break
fast, and from my five hundred peach-trees, pick
up basket full and send TO friend"
"Don't talk any longer that way said to Cour-
ter. "You will spoil me. MY mouth waters already
to be farmer"
"Wont you take horn Of this capital cider to
take the water out of your mouth Z" ! did so-and
casting my eyes eastward beheld his beautiful or
chard Rich, ruby, rpe-it looked like Eden itself.
"Do you see that cornfeld ~ said he.
81 do" said L" what may be the stature of that
corni''
Probably about ten feet-t grows from eight to
twelve feet-then there's my oats and buckwheat-all
capital"
SHAVE you any cowsT
"Certainly."
"Do you know that have particular fondness
for cows? always think they look so mothery, af-
fectionate, quiet, and civiised, that esteem cow
much higher than do an old maid"
sob have my cows, and there's myfat calves
I churn twice week, and make capital butter
All this is very well-capital. You have your
orchard of five hundred peach trees-your twelve
feet high-your oats-buckwheat-you corn and fat
calves-your fields ami groves-your springs and
streamlets-there is one thing want to know"
DWELL what is ~ said he laughing
'When do you rise?"
"Before sunrise every morning. / make bet Of
When j do SO, ! drink my cidcr--when l don't,
don't"
well, now another question. How you for
the gospel? Have you any Of the everlasting gospel
here?"
"Certainly. There's church three fourths of
mile off. We have good preachng-fervent prayers
Liberal sentmenis-aad the word of Gsd as ripe as
those pcaches-and as pure and fresh as the water of
our springs"
"Then suppose you don't care about coming back
10 our Post Officer
"Fl be if / ever knew what peace and
comfort was ill now. farmers life is the beauty.
pity my old post Office associates They are in pur
gatory, Mr. B.-purgatory."
$50 they are, and for that very reason must treat
them kindly in the Herald. Good bye-God bless
you-takc care Of the cows-and don't forget the
gospel"
De- or Grrt nun