Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1854-08-17

night and day, seek my blood, hypocnucaiiy
singing q grace before their meal
The chief use of farm, if it be well Sc"
lected. and of a proper soil, is, to lie down
upon, Mine is an excellent farm Tor such
uses, and l thus cultivate 1t every day
Large crops are the consequence, OF great de-
LIGHT and fancies more than the brain can
hold. NV industry is exemplary 1hough
but week here, lave LAID down more hours
and in more places than that hard WORKING
brother of mine in the whole year that he has
dwell here Strange that industrious lying
down should come so naturally to me, and
standing up and lazing about after the plow
or behind the scythe, so naturally to him
Nv ewes against his feet 1t takes me but a
second TO run down that eastern slope, across
the meadow, over the road, up to that long
hillside. (which the benevolent Mr.. Door is
SO beautifully planting with shrubbery for my
sake-blessings on him y but his feet could
not perform the task in less than ten minutes.
can spring from Grey Lock in the north,
through the hazy air, over the wide sixty
miles to the dome of the Taconic Mountains
in the south, by a simple roll of the eye-ball,
a mere contraction of few muscles. Now
let any one try it with his feet, and two days
would scant suffice With my head 1 can
SOW the ground with glorious harvests 1 can
build barns, fill them with silky cows and
nimble horses; can pasture thousand
sheep, run innumerable burrows, sow every
sort of seed, rear up forests just wherever the
eve longs for them, build my house, like Sol
omon's temple, without the sound of ham
mer. All mighty worker is the head
These farmers that use the foot and the hand,
are much to be pitied. 1 can change my
structures every day, without expense. 1 can
enlarge that gem of lake that lies yonder,
twinkling and ripping in the sunlight. lean
pile up rocks where they ought to have been
found, for landscape effect, and clothe them
with the very vines that ought to grow over
them. 1 can transplant every tree that L
meet in my rides, and put it near my house
without the dropping of leaf.
But of what use is all this fanciful using of
the head 1t is a mere waste Of precious
time
But if it gives great delight, if it keeps the
soul awake, sweet thoughts alive and sordid
thoughts dead if it brings one title out of
conceit with hard economies, and penurious
reality, and stingy self concet; if it be like
bath to the soul, III which it washes away the
CRIME of human contacts, and the sweat and
dust of life among selfish, sordid men; if it
makes the thoughts more supple to climb
along the ways where spiritual fruits do grow,
and especially if it introduces the soul to a
fuller conviction of the Great Unseen, and
teaches it to estetm the visible as less real
than things which no eye can see, or hands
handle, it will have answered purpose which
is in vain sought among stupid conventional
tiles.
AT any rate, such discourse of the thoughts
with things that are beautiful, and such an
opening of the soul to things which are sweet
breathed, will make one joyful at the time,
and tranquil thereafter. And if one fully be-
lieves that the earth is the Lord S, and that
God yet walks among leaves, and trees, in the
cool of the day, he will not easily be persuad-
ed to cast away the belief that all these va
carries and wild communings are those of
child in his fathers house, and that the secret
springs of JOY which they open, are touched
of God !