The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1856-08-07
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RANDOM THoUGHTs-NO. 8
By A RAMBLER.

" He that does not sow, shall not reap"
This is my text on the present OCCASION
First, We may infer that the converse prposi-
ton is true he that does SOW, shall reap; end
as a general thing, our inference would be
correct, but not invariably, and this is the
reason Of the sentence being stated negative
iy. Though the husban man properly prepare
his ground, select good seed, SOW it timely
and duly dress the crop,-all of which is en-
braced in the term "soW, yet unpropi:ious
circumstances over which he has no control,
may intervene to prevent a bountiful harvest :
bad weather may cause his grain to be attack
ed by blight, mdew, rust " smut, or cause
it to sprout in the head, or it may fall prey
to some destructive insect, as the Hessian fly
midge and barn weevil. Rut if such be the
case, the faithful farmer may find consolation
iu the fact, that the loss of is crop is owing
to no remssness on his part; but that the
beneGcent Sovereign OF the universe, in order
10 perfect some scheme for benef,ting others
of his children, has seen fit to thwart the hus-
bandman's plans and blast his hopes. All !
happy is he that in his inmost heart believes
in an overruling Providence, and can in all
circumstances sweetly and flially say, "He
doeth all things we'll"
Now has just closed the season Of haying
and harvesting, and how different is the result
from that of the past year. Then, though
crops were ample, they were ruined before
h.
thousands have been obliged to use bread
that was black, clammy, bitter and unwbole
some, as their "staff of life." How sorrow
full was the sight presented to the passer by,
after those long, drenching. devastating rains.
Some wheat was yet stand ng, some was lying
in the swath, some was in 81 ocks and all Of
it was SO badly grown, that farmers got t.go
crops in one season. Then, hundreds of acres of
rank, sweet grass were destroyed, End that
which was cut and cnred, was SO juiceless as
not to gum the scythe in moving cattle near
ly starved, though having plenty of it.
Now, there has been an abundant harvest,
and crops have been secured in the best con-
dition. True, the weevil or midge has destroy
ed some fields of wheat, but believe all who
were wise enough to SOW the mediterranean,
have felt no chagrin consequent upon losing
their crops.
The question now is, do we return thanks,
heartfelt thanks, to Him who ordereth seed
time and harvest ? Are our voices tuned 10
praise now, as much as they last year grated
with repinings? Alas fear not. Too much
like the unbeeving Jews, subsequent to their
escape from Pharaoh's menacing hosts, we
forget Gods goodness and remember only
the "hidings of his face" Oh, let US not say
nor feel, by my own strength and skill, have
gotten this all but ascribe due thanksgiving
and praise to the omnlscient Author of all our
blessings.
How little knows the pent up resident Of a
large city, of the solid enjoyment of the hum
BILE farmer while getting in" and securing
his crops. True, the latter is obliged to labor,
to toll early, late and ardently,--but how
sweetly is his work tempered by the hsppi-
ness he derives from nature. Rising at the
break of day, he Is treated each mo. ming to
one of her most gorgeous scenes,-one which
his city brother rarely witnesses,-the emerg-
ing OF king sol from Lis golden couch; he
inhales the viyifying morning breeze which
WATTS to his ears the simple melody Of nature S
woodland choir; he seats himself about the
humble but ample board, with an appetite
sharpened by active exercise thence he goes
into the field, attended with the songs of those
same sweet warblers, and as he passes along
how his heart swells with pride at the sight
of his promising crops. Perhaps he is about
to enter that large field Of waving clover and
herdsgrass See his scythe-keen as needle,
and glittering in the oblique rays of the sun
The dew is yet on the vegetation, and it hst