The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1859-07-07

so as to require draining again in two or
three years; costly cattle and sheep bought
and then neglected; experiments begun
with great outlay, tired of and given up
before half completed; these, and such like
things, are follies which have scarcely any
compensating side.
Although we use the word farming asin-
cluding every variety of occupation based
upon the soil, yet the word covers occupa-
tions more dissimilar than are the oceupa-
tons of the LAWYER and the clergyman, or
the sehoolmaster and the blacksmith. What
similarity is there in farming for fruit, or
farming for herds? What can be more ul-
like than a grazing farm, for stock or the
dairy, and grain farm, for sale, or fatten-
ing stock7 How unlike is the conduct of
great plantation, raising one or two sta
piles, and the farm of score of acres, OF
mixed crops, raised by the owners own
hand, for his own use.
Leaving to the mood OF other days, some
excellent remarks on these various kinds of
farming, We avow our own preference, among
all kinds and varieties of agricultural pro-
cedure, 10 the meditative and imaginative
farming. Sitting in our barn-door which,
looking south, is raised one story above the
yard beneath, what do We see? Not the
Hudson rolled out so wide as to take the
name of Hayerstraw Bay, nor the mountains
beyond, nor yet the green and rounded tops
of the near opposite hills, nor the fringes of
forest which divide the several sections nor
the slopes and basin, and tree-ruffied dwell
ing houses What do we see7 You would
say that the object of our regard was COM
post-heap. And by that polite term let IL
be called But you and DO not see the
same thing when Locking at that soil and
straw, and tnsfend litter. You see round
heap effermenting materials. see flowers,
and vegetables, and fruits. Out of that heap
blossom to my eye, mignoneIte, and phlox,
and geraniums, roses, petunias, yerbenas,
asters and dahlias. see regimental rows OF
currants, strawberries and raspberries.-
Great red-bellied pumpkins orb up to my
sight from among the withering stalks of
ripened corn. Compost indeed That is
a grove of trees, young orchard, long lines
of elms, clumps of balmy evergreensi That
is not undigested straw, but peas and fow-
ering beans; that Is not lumpish manure,
but wheat and grapesl Why, this barn
yard is garden, if only looked at Alright,
purpled with innumerable flowers it is a
vineyard, all of whose broad leaf-hands can
not cover up the purple clusters; it is an
orchard--see the trees bending with fruit,
or humming with insects and bees that are
RECALLING themselves in its blossoms! Alb,
here is rare delight Here sit |, farmer
indeed, all Of whose fields, planted in imag-
ination, titled by fancy, are reaped in Wis
ions.
My crops never fail Weather never
thwarts me. Everything succeeds. Men
are always skillful, seed is always good,
and hay is never caught 10y showers; the
wheat escapes rust and fy, that affiict news
papers so dreadfully about these days--and,
in Short as long as | have a comfortable
support aside from these grounds, | mean to
raise imaginations and meditations on this
farm. IL is a capital soil for such crops.