The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1850-02-26

How many silly ones neglect their business
and get after some foolish pleasure and chase
it, and keep chasing it-like a boy after a
butterfly, until they wear out the hat of consti.
tuition, beating the ground with the vain hope
of catching the swift plantation, and finally fall
into some hidden pit covered with flowers to
rise no more l then think poor fool your mo-
ther don't know you're out; nor yot won't be
out soon again. ~
When see ayoung man step In she> sEif' of
dissipation and Start down the stream of pleas.
ure, using the oars jurisprudence, while folly
holds the helm, passing the 'shcres of propriety
faster than strNca oflightning can pass q sick
crow and at last drawn over the falls Of total
destruction and dashed into as many atoms as
drop of water from four story roof, then ask
of myself, for can't ask of him, did his mother
know he was out.-When see boy leaving
the prison door after long and dreary confne.
ment, with pale face and withered hands, his
step weak and tottering and skulking along, dod.
ging. all he meets like guilty thing, shutting his
eyes from the usual glare OF daylight; cut from
the society of his fellow beings, for some trivial
offence committed in the thoughtlessness of
erring boyohod, (when if mild treatment had
been resortedto and the crime buried in silence,
and inducements held out for him to think well
of himself, perhaps that boy might have been
saved from treading the shiny road of villany)
| say when see this, think of the grey haired
mother at home, if hovel can be home, the
scalding tears fmisery chasing each other off
her high cheek bones; and her honey hand sha-'
king with age and sorrow for her only hope
her son, while her old looking eye rests on
nothing; Isay to myself, poor suffering wo-
man, you don't know he is out-yes he is out
out OF Jail out of friends; out of credit; and
out upon the world, scoundrel, for the rest
ofhis days, all for the commission and punish
ment of boyish crime. So the world goes
and so it will 60, till it is run down, and | be-
gin to think, that but few of our mothers know
we are out
THE FARMERS LIFE.-Wm. Gilmore Simms.
in his Father Abbot; or the Home Tourist"
thus beautifully represents the life of the far
mer:, f...-' .-...'.. $50. '.'
The principles of agriculture were simple
exceedingly. That they might be made so,
God himself was the great first planter. He
wrote its laws, visibly, in the brightest and low
liest, and most ineligible characters, every
where, upon the broad bosom of the liberal
beguiling and bahny howers! But he does. not
content himself with this alone. He bestows
the heritage along with the example. He pre-
pares the garden and the home, before he Gre
ates the being who is to possess them. He fills
them with all those objects of sense and senti-
mcnt which are to supply his moral and phys-
cal necessities. Birds sing in the boughs above
him, ,,odors blossom in the air, and fruits and
flowers cover the earth with glory to which,
that of Solomon in all his magnificence was
vain and valueless: TO His hand we owe these
tall ranks ofmajestic trees, these deep forests,
these broad plains covered with verdure, and
these mighty arteries of food and river, which
wind among them,' beautifying them with the
lovliest inequalities, and irrigating them with
seasonable fertilization. Thus did the Almighty
Planter dedicate the great plantation to the
uses OF that various and wondrous family which
WAS to follow. His home prepared-supplied
with all resources, adorned with every variety
of fruit aud flower and checkered with abun-
dance-man is conducted within its pleasant
limits, and ordained its cultivator under the very
eye and sanction of Heaven The angels of
Heaven descend upon its hills; God himself ap-
pears within its valleys at noonday-ts groves
arc instinct with life and purity, and the blessed
stars rise at night above the celestial mountains,
to keep watch over its consccratcd interests.
Its gorgeous forests, its broad savannas its lev
els OF tiood and prairie are surrendered into the
hands of the wondrously favored, the new crca.
ted heir of Heaven! The bird and beast are
made his tributaries and taught to obey him.
The fowl summons him at morning to his la
bors,and the evening chant of the night bird
warns him to repose. The OK submits his neck
to the yoke; the tolls of all are rendered sacred
and successful by the genial sunshine which
dcsccnds from Heaven, to ripen the grain in its
season, and to make earth pleasant with its
fruits"
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from letter dated
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