The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1844-11-13

DEDI NGhED Al LIE NEW 4ORh SLATE Az
RCULTURAL FAIR, PO%UGHKEEPsIE, ON
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 1874.
Mr.. President and Gentlemen
Of the Agricultural Society:
Farmers ofNew York-Thc hour of separation
for this dazzling array of beauty, this vast multi
tude Of men, IS at hand. Fruits richer than ever
graced the gardens of Pomona paradise of
tloWers-needlework the most exact, delicate and
even-ingentous farming implements and manu-
features of all sorts, cloths of the finest quality,
from your own looms, and from looms-in Massa-
chusetts--horses, fit to win prizes at Olympia
cattle such as never fell in a hetacomb 10 Jove,
and never were dreamed of by the highest gent
us of the Dutch painter-all these and more have
arrested our gaze and filed US with wonder and
delight. And now ! I'm commissioned to sum-
mon you, aud through you the population of this
mighty commonwealth, to come up and join us,
as, under the auspices of the State, honor and
distinction are awarded TO agricultural industry
and genius.
A spectacle like this around mo, of culture, or
der, and the peaceful virtues, cannot be surpas-
sed in the world. In this hour, hushed be the
spirit of party; be it utterly exercised and Danish
ed from this enclosure, which is consecrated 10
The peaceful triumphs of the agriculture and tie
industry of New York. Applause. We yield
on this occasion TO no narrower sentiments than
the love Of country, and of collective man, and
we invoke The blessed influence of that universal
Providence, which watches over the seed-time,
and natures the harvest. Applause.
The theme for this occasion is the Agriculture
of New York, But what need ofwords 10 speak
IFS praise? Look around you. The cultivated
earth is lis own o~ulog;st. The teeming wealth
that gushes from its bosom-the returns of its
industry in every form, that present themselves in
their abundance and perfection TO our never wea-
ried eyes--are the evidences of its magniicence.
The trees in your m~arket-place, and on your hill
tops, are older than the settlement of civilized
man in our America they are older than the pre-
sence of the plough on the soil of New York;
they are witnesses of the quite recent day, when
your forests stepped down to your rivers bank,
and the glades and praises of your west were
covered with useless luxuriance. And behold
the change which little more than two centuries
have wrought; the earth subdued the forest gladcs
adorned with the white spires of churches, and
cleaning with the light OF villages; towns nest
ling in every valley; crowded cities, competing
with the largest Of the earth-profusely supplied
with every article of food. And by whom has
this miracle been wrought BY the farmers of
New York. [ApplauseJ
AS turn my eye northward, along the banks
Of the Hudson, my mind reverts to the memory
of one of your ancient land.holders, who died be-
fore our Independence. Join with me, Farmers
Of New York, in recalling the gentle and humane
Robert r. Livingston, the elder, the father Of the
Chancellor. His home was in your vicinity his
mind was greatly and firmly, tho not passionate
ly, devoted 10 your service. An only son, hus-
band ofan only daughter, father of those whom
The world will not soon forget; he was of so love-
y a nature, that il seemed as If the fragrant at
~mosphcre Of spring, and the melancholy Fedec-