The Abbeville banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1847-1869, 1850-06-01
.Garn1ers' department.
The Life of the Farmer,
BY MRS. F. c., OF ANsoN CO., ". {

BY MRS. +. C., OF ASSON CO., n. G..
How independent is the life of tho Farm
er, and how delightful and honored his oc-
cupation! The Physician may lnger in his
Office, gazing ut the sightless sockets Of his
ghastly skeletons, or Oh the shelves at his
nauscous drugs, till his own stomach heavcs
at the sight, or his heart deSponds "with
hope deferred" Lawyer listens in vain
for the rap Of a client ut his door, or sits po-
ring over his dusty old books till his head
whirls with too much study and anxiety
the editor may sit cooped up in his sanctum,
cullinS the choicest morsels to regale the
minds Of his readers, tltougl, himself may
50 supperless to bcd-'tis only the Farmer
who is comparatively Independent. lie rises
with the dawn and i, repaid for the sacrifice
by the sweet caroling Of the morning lark.
as she scars forth or the wing aud pours out
her grateful mathis. Before 1.-THE sun has
drank the dew" from the fragrant flowers,
he steps forth with elastic tread and buoyant
spirits and feels himself every inch Il man"
lie inhalcs with invigoratcd lungs the pure
air of heaven, laden with slrousand deli
cious perfumes. He listens with delight to
the cackling geese, the lowing herds, the
blcating lambs and grunting swine. He
looks around upon his broad acres of rust
ling corn, waving wheat and bending fruit
trees, and from out the abundance Of his
heart his mouth speaketh" these Almighty
Father, these are mille,-mine by the mu-
nitcence of thy bounty, and "thc sweat Of
my brow"
Then who, with half an eye, but can see
the beauty of the Farmers lite9
Professions arc dependent one upon a,io-
ther, and all, upon the sturdy Farmer for
wicrewith to make life pleasant. With a
little ingenuity the Planter may convert the
"products of ticld' into food and ranlrnt,
and there are few articles, really necessary to
his comfort, which he cannot himself grow.
His garden yield, him the choicest vegeta.
blcs, his fowl yard the t;,ttest poultry and
the freshest eggs, and his dairy supplies him
with the sweetest butter and richest cream
1t has been quantity written "that an unde-
vout Astronomer is mad," and with proprie-
ty may the observation be made of the ire
Agous Farmer, for he is ever surrounded
with associations which should prompt him
to to deeds of picty and generosity. The
frequent splendid views he has of the "king
OF day" as he seems to rise from his silvery
bed, to resume his labors and shed his cheer
iul rays on the gladdened earth-the beau
teous scenery which meets his eye at every
turn; the new moan grass and luxurious
clover in his meadows, all, everything, are
incentives to worship, for who, with soul
enough to admire nature, can do less than
adore natures Author" too. Ever are his
senses of sight, smell, taste and hearing, re-
jolcing in what to them is most grateful.
The manure piles in his stable yards 1T which
the refined fop rccoils and "turns up his
nose" in disgust, to him, have no offensive
odor. The sight. rather, gladdens his eyes,
for Which he knows that from such tcorrupt
beds of Vegetation there will einanate liy-
ing source to sustain and cheer those whom
he loves and who look to him for support.
Then say not ye prudes, ye dainties, ye Lau-
IA Matilda's, that ye would not he a Farm
cr's wife. Then, oh ye would be -sristocrats,
Ye dandics, ye soap-locks, contemn not the
Farmers life, for his is a glorious and honor
cd, and god-like calling, for
"Who makes this barren earth
A paradise Of wealth,
Aud fills each humble hearth
With plenty, life and health2 2
Oh! lwould have you know,
They are the men of toll
Ihe men who reap and sow,