The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1867-08-15

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In these bright ana glorious sumner
days, when the whole earth fairly laughs
with sladness over its teeming fields,
and itaia ABUNDANT promise, we wonder
why IL IL that more sisen do not make
acquaintance with the uni iversal Mother,
and that SO few delight in her intimate
associations. The first man, we are
told, was placed in a garden. And
when he had forfeited his right to enjoy
the delights which there surrounded
him, when he found ~.4 me-
"All the world before him, where to Eo,'
he was still mercifully enjoined by the
sweat of his brow to earn his deily
bread. And ever since, seed time and
harvest, the genial action Of life-giving
Nature, have not failed to reward the
ass inaSor sg sna tc g satisfy the needs of all who
nurture, and have been content with its
simpieyet abundant returns.
The deni1ens of cities, the lazy loung-
er, or the stirring man of business, am
bitious only of grasping the unsatisfying
more which merely increases his greed
IIor pampers q delusive vanity, are too
apt to sconl the farmers simple Me, aud
moderate though certain gains. The
citizen broils through the summer over
| heated pavements and smid walls of
stone or brick, cultivate little acquaint-
ance with broad, free and inspiring
Nature, discourses Of his gains, dreams
of future prospects, and possible profits,
eats, drinks and sleeps, through the
same dull and ever recurring routine,
and finally goes to his final rest, after
playing the part of y mere scavenger of
dross, through q life which produced
nothing, led to nothing, and which,
from beginning to end, was merely a
monotcnous treadmill steps from the
cradle to the grave. He thinks his pur-
suits noble, his aims honorable, his ac-
complishments manly and desirable, his
life blessing to society, his doath a
matter to be lamented. While in truth,
In large majority of cases, his whole
career might he termed a folly, and the
real results of his life be favorably rep
resented bya cipher.
Cities attd toWns, all large aggrega-
tions Of men dwarf and lessen human
character! aThey give certain superficial
qualities which are silded by agreement
into virtues. They make men sharp, apt,
quick, in certain pursuits, give them a
polished address, an appearance of supe-
riority, an air of confidence, and pre-
tension of wisdom, which gratifies their
low ambition. But they are as rule
the billiards 0f Creation-tiiey possess no
knowledge but that which is derived
from daily contact with things; they
have no inspiration, no communings
with the wonderful-and no less, but
rather more, wonderful, because univer-
al-works of Nature. They admire q
pile of brick and stone with no element
Of beauty in it, but they see no charm
in field of corn!
There are exceptions to be sure Some
men of worth live in cities. Circum-
stances compel them. But they are not
native there. Their enjoy yments are not
there. Least Of all is their inspiration
there. They may find something in
cities worthy to be done and necessary
to do. But the real, genuine man, the
man of great and honest heart and
mind, is he who walks along with Ma
ture, who communes with her, who
studies her manifold works, her innum-
cradle manifestations, her freaks and
fancies, above all her marvellous beneii-
ccnce and all-sufliciency.
And for this, who has such opportuni.
ties, such various occasions, such imper.
ative necessity, us the farmer? What q
critical searching out of the secrets OF
Nature his calling, if intelligcntly pur.
sued, constantly demands. How hc
should grow in stature among men if he
only would. What n vast volume is
opened for him in every field, under
every tree, or beside each babbline
stream. The grass that springs sponta.
taneously from every soil, the shrub that
grows at his bidding, the grain that
bounteously crowns his fields with plen.
ty, the fruit that gratifies and bestows
health-all and each Of these, and a
thousand other gifts Of Nature daily and
hourly surround him with marvels
which, when studied, grow more and
more upon the mind, and fill it with
wondrous admiration.
This constant intercourse with Nature
and her works, the wide field of investi.
CATION she presents, and the wholly un.
selfish character Of this intercourse, ele-
vate the man and constantly fill the
mind with ever varying joys. In the
open expanse there is no sameness, 10
repetition. The sun rises each morning
but every morning it is new picture OF
glory we gaze upon. 1t sets each even
ing, but who ever saw two sunsets alike?
Clouds fleck the sky, but they are as va
rious in form and hue as they are num-
erotis. Each moment gives us new out
lines, and day by day they multiply
themselves into the infinite. The forests
are crowded with trees, the fields with
herbapa. of those M two ara a1iEo. of