Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1846-02-19
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GOOD ADVICE.

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GOOD ADVICE.
/ An exchange makes the following excellent
remarks on the necessity of method in farming:
/ The soul Of all success in any business is
METHOD. What would become of the mer-
chant if his day book and ledger Were not kept
with the most methodieal accuracy What
would befal the banker, the tradesman. or the
scholar, il oil their operations were not conduc-
/ ted by the same regular processes And
/ what hint is Sopowerfully suggested TO the far
mer as this terry method, by her with whom
/ he holds constant communion--dame Nature
herself2 The seasons, spring and summer,
autumn and winter, roll round in an eternally
regular succession. The seed terminates, the
| blade appears, the ear the blossom, and the
1 grain--each in It's turn. succeed the other by
the same unvarying method. Animals are
! brought forth, nourshed and maiured by the
same unchanging law. The rain and sun
shine, the frost and the dew, the storm aud
calm, are always punctual to then season.
WHY, therefore, should the farmer. in the
midst of all this regularity, be the only thought
less, irregular, confused beng EXISTENT Why,
on the contrary, may not all his operations be
concluded by fixed plan from year TO year
his farm be laid out in a regular number of
fields; that regular rotation Of crops may fol-
low one another in regular order his time and
that OF his laborers disposed Of according TO a
regular system his family and household OPP
CREATIONS conducted by the same regular method
from day 10 day? All this planning may be
done with an immense saving of time and
| thought, compared with the usual rambling,
sharnbhng way Of doing business; and when
once il is settled there is no more thought about
II. All is as regular as clock-work.
| Is THERE No Cop Go out beneath the ar
ched heavens in nights profound gloom, and
say, ii YOU can, There is no God" Pro
nounce that dreadful blasphemy, and each star
above you viii reproach your unbroken dark
ness of intellect every voice that floats upon
the night winds, will bewail your utter hope
lessness and despair Is there no God Who,
then. unroled the blue scroll, and threw upon
its high frontspece the legible gleamings of
| immolality2 Whofashioned this green earth,
with its perpetual rolling waters, and its wide
expanse Of island and ofmain? Who settled
/ the foundations of the mountains? Who pa
4 we'd the heavens with clouds, and auuned.
amid the clamor of storms, the voice Of thun-
ders, and unclaimed beginnings that lnger, and
I Turk, and Fash in tlieir gloom Who gave to
/ the ease a safe eyrie where the tcnpestS dwell
and bear the strongest, and 10 the dove tram
1 qul abode amidst the forests that echo TO the
mnsuelsy Of her moan
Who made thee, 0 man with thy perfected
| elegance Of intellect and torm} Who made
/ the light pleasant to thee, and the darkness a
covering aad heraldto the iirstbeautul flash
| es Of morning? Who gave that matchiess
symmetry OF sinew and hp} That regular
! flowing passion OF ambition and of love? No
God2 And yet the thunder of heaven and
! the waters OF the earth are calm2 Is there no
| lightning, that heaven is not avenged Are
there no floods, that man is not swept under
deluge IN. y. Organ.
! INpoLrvcE.-Whena man has nothing but
leisure, incidence overspreadS the whole of his
! time. He does nothing. He grows moody
and gloomy His spirits sink and lauguish in
to lethargy, and his parts beng In no motion,
are of no use TO him, But strengthen him by
business. and you put his spirits in notion
! He is full of aacrity. He has. in reality, more
/ leisure time than when he had nothing but
leisure. Divide his time into equal portions
distribute some for business Others, for pleasure
and he has a landmark to direct himself by
! His life has determined course. hike a river en-
closed by its banks. But leave him to himself
give him nothing else but indolence-and
his life is no longer like stream that flows
along. Ii has channel. but it has no current ;
I it is like stagnant pool of water, not confined
! by any thing, and yet having no inlet. Atfrst
IL is a mere marsh but as ii widens, enlarges,
and deepens, it expands into an extensive area
an immense lake without motion and with
out tide--haying in il none of the elements of
I life, but all those of death and Instruction.
dead sea.
! A FATHER's CARE FOR HIS SoN.-Beaniiful
and becoming in the eyes of the paternal God,
/ is the unwearied attachment of the parent TO
! the child! Alas. how little does the unthink-
ing spirit of youth know of the extent of its de