Des Arc weekly citizen., 1867-05-11
For the Des Arc Citi-en.1
 FARMING.

''In the sweat of thy face shalt thou cat bread, all the days of thy life" In this declaration there is THE CURSE yes, to very many, a sore curse--that of la Dor or sweat, while, at the same time, there is promise to the indlisti'ious- that of bread and every labering man and woman knows that sweat flavors and swectens bread. There is nothing that so mneh eleyates, dieniiies and adorns ahy community or people, as la- Dor or industry; while there is nothing that so much vitiatcs. encrvates and de- grades the true moral dignity of pco- pie or community, as laziness. idlcncss, and extrayagauce. Show me a people that arc not afraid or ashamed to labor, and will show you a thrifty, honest and happy people, such as our farmers, in this and every other country. Till ing the soil and mixing our sweat there- with, is the noblest employment i'll which man ever did or ever can engage. All other trades, vacations and employ mcflts, arc sustained by, and are de- pendent upon the culture or the soil or farming. Other trades and employ mcnts are like the parasite or mistletoc that springs from the branch of the tree, and is sustained by the fluids of that tree and yet there is in every commu- nifty a kind of sickly sentimehtalism or would be one horse cod fish aristocra- cy--a kind of pop-gun, penny whistle gentry, that turn up their noses and af- feet kind of holy horror at the dirty, sweating farmer and mechanic. These, like the Pharisee, are ready to thank their God that they arc not like other men that they are not soiled with dust or stink with sweat. These dress often
 and neatly, and sit in the shade, and
 plan and study how they may avoid paying their inst debts, and how they may take advantage Of tho honest, hard
 working farmer. These are the tares that grow among the wheat and blos- som first. These are the drones that buzz and make all the noise about the hive, but never labor. In society. there are the self-comstituted elite-the but terflies that read novels and poetry, talk flippantly, sing sweetly, perform on nice instruments, attend church to show something fine Chat is not paid
 for.) These are they that lost every thing by the cruel war, that never knew what it was to work or to want for Anything. The men can't blow, or chop wood, or handle the hoe or spade i; the women can't cook, or milk, or help to cultivate the garden, because they
 were not raised up to do such things,
 and they don't know how they are too
 pretty and tender, and the fire will in- jure the soft, delicate skin, of their pretty faces, or the sun will tan their soft and delicate hands. Oh. what n pity, for such delicate and tender flow CTS to be wilted and withcred by the
 sweat and influence of labor. These people don't like that dreadful declara- ton, "In the sweat of thy fate shalt thou eat bread, all the days of thy life. : Then give me the farmer, or the work ing man, hard listed and honcst--the only true nobility of society. He is in- dependent, because he is self-sustain- ing he is the main pillar of society and government. On an excursion, a few days ago, out into the country, l saw a LADY blowing in the same field with hef husband, and learned that they eat their breakfast at dawn of light, and hastened to the field, where they qui- etly pursue the even tenof oflheir way, till the dusky shades of evening ad- monish them of home and sweet rest. was struck with the fortitnde and res olution of that lady, and said to myself, that man is surely a happy man, for lle has help meet indeed ; and would any one refiise t5 credit such people, or do
 such people often ask for ercdit' There