The Cecil Whig., 1851-04-26


r0er-s if we do not exchange property,
mind you my good friend it will be your
own fault. Nay don't stare 50.
What what! Yardstick you aston
ish me. You want to to be a farmer, la
ha man good for hundred thousand
before he dies, in a splendid business,
rolling up his pile, to throw away his
prospects and take hold Of the dirty
plongh-handle-good jol,e--ha! ha !
You take my olle; then, do you!
Hoehande my friend, sober word OF
two with you. have done business
thirty wears. Have sold millions of dol
lars worth of goods. Have credited
large stocks Of goods out, which my
self bought on credit and have stood
year after year over the brink of a pent
up volcano expecting those who owed
me would explode and blow me into
atoms. Sleepless nights--weary days,
Headaches and heartaches. Constant
fear that could not keep my chin
above water. Obliged to raise money at
high and cxorbitant rate of interest, to
take up my paper with, because my
debtors were so long winded in their
payments to me. Stocks depreciating
in value. Fashions changing. Dis
honest clerks speculating from my draw
er. All my friend, do not wonder you
stare with astonishment. Let NE hear
YOU laugh, i; has a charm for me.-Sun-
shine sir merchants heart, if he cares
for his reputation and his credit, when
embarked in such hazardous business
as a wholesaler has no sunshine. He
don't know the feeling sir. Care, caro-
ding care eats up his heart-weighs him
: down-turns day into night--he can't
shake it Oft is a horrible nightmare.
He goes to New York sir--hc buys fifty
thousand dollars worth of goods on time
and gives notes--fearful words to- man
who has a credit at stake and relies up
on his customers to Pay their notes by
which he may be able TO meet his own.
See him sir, fairly embarked like a ship
at sea and this ship is surrounded by
large lcebergs gs--perlrct mountalns-no
chance of es@ape-bye and bye he sees
they are coming down upon him, he is
hemmed in, slowly and quietly those
huge piles advance, steadily they come,
the ship must surely be crushed. Aye
not chip left Of her-down-down
they come. Hold little blue sky is
seen, she escapes, she gets into the sea
once more.
The ship is like the merchant, the
mountains of ice, the bank notes, the bills
payable-the blue sky the bills receiva-
bic. But sometimes the bills receivable
are not met and the ship is crushed to
atoms.
How do you like the picture my
friend SO much for merchants life.
We are not what we seem. Our ey-
tensive business is all on paper, mere
trash, the great noise we mike is pro-
duced from tie emptiness of our preten-
sions. Now sir, will you take your
place at the de- and let the cash rain
down upon you Nay you are too
sensible man. Stick to the farm you
are lord-aye king, independent,
owing no man while the poor merchant
must cringe and fawn upon hawks and
money lenders. Yes sir go on his knees
to get money to save his credit. Sir
producers can say we ask nothing Of the
merchants, both ask everything that
constitutes the whole of life's comforts
from us. Give me now your property
for mine with my kind Of life with it
Nay when tell you that one disastrous
year with the kind of business | am do
ing, would sweep away all that | am
worth-will you exchange situations
with me!
Friend Yard5tick | thank you, but
what picture you have set before me
l'll never despse the old farmer again,
never. Let us join Mrs. Hochandle in
the dining room and as we take a quiet
lunch, with a thankful heart we will
drink in glass of domestic catawba this
toast The farmer the luclliest man on
earth.
Perhaps the above may be fair speci-
men of the groundlessness of discomfort
and ofits prevalence among all classes.
This false view of others extends |,
through all classes Of society very often
leading the young especially, into pur-
suits for which they are not and never
can be fitted. The farmers or mechan-
ic's son wishes he was clerk OF stu
dent at law or of medcine-the student
and clerk thinkt they are too much con-
fined and frequently wish they were in
the place of the farmers son--the law
yer thinks the editor is making money
and the editor the lawyer, the farmers
wife thinks the wife of the merchant or
of the professional man look upon the
farmers wife as mistress of fcreation, the !
girl that works at housework wishes that |
she was millirer or tailoress and the
tailoress wish they were school teachers
and the school teacher thinks she is
perfect slave and longs for some other
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