The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1867-03-02
The Poetry of Farming.


badly in the following picture, which is lik,
To the life: .
" During the more leisure period Of winter
the practical mind of the farmer will gravi
tate more easily toward mechanical employ.
mentS than toward those which are intellect.
ual. He will have his agricultural journal,
and others, may be, to whose reading he will
bring ripe and hearty judgment. But his
thoughts will be more among his cattle and
his bins than among books. He cannot
get wisdom that slorieth in the goad, and
that driveth Oxen There may be spice
Of cxaggeraton in the dogma Of Ecclesias
! ticus; but whoever undertakes the profess
! sion of working farmer must accept its "a
tigues and endorsements, and honor them as
he can. II is business that will not be
halved. Vulcan can make no Ganymede--
strain as he will. The horny hands, the
| tired body, the hay.dust, and tic scent Of
the stables arc inevitable. The fine young
| fellow, fash with Johnston's Elements, aud
buoyant with Thomson's Seasons, may rebel
at this viewof the oaGo but let him take
three hours in a bayfield, Of August-bchind
& revolver, (rakc,) with the rcns over his
neck, the land being lumpy. and the colt
dipping foot over the traces at the end Of
every bout. aud think he will have sweaty
confirmation OF It's general truth. Or lst
him try day at the tail Of n Michigan plow.
in 4 .wiry aal dusty lasL.years stubbc: the
|. Il
pillow enters bravely to its smoothly
at first but presently an ugly stone l!inss it
clearly from, the furrow, aud there is Il back.
ing--a heavy tug. and on he goes with his
mind all centred in the rlew-bcam. and
neryouslY watching its little pitches and
yaws; he lifts hand cautiously to wipe the
perspiraton from his forehead, Il great i'm.
prudence and the plow shears over grace.
fully, and is out once more. There is q new
backing and Stratning. and the pillow is again
in place 10 more wiping of the forehead
until the hcadlands are reached. Wattcry
blsters are rising fast Oh his hands. and a
pebble in his shoe is pressing Gearfully on a
buniou but at the hcadland he finds ten.
porary relief and small can Of weak bar
ley'waev. Refreshed by this, but somewhat
shaky iii the legs, he pushes on with zeal
possibly thinking OF Burns. and how he
walked in glory and III joy.
Rchini h. ploN.
Upon the rnN,atriu SIDE,
aud wondering il he really did, There
are no wce'tippcd daisie. to L'guile him
not Il mouse Is stirring; only pcstilcnt
mosquito is twanging somewhere behind his
left ear, and fine aromatic powder rises
from the dusty stubbc and ticklcs his nos.
tris. So he comes to tho hcadland once
more and the can if he had Y copy of
Burns in his pocket it might be pleasant for
the fine Young fellow to lie of under the
shade for awhile and improve his mind
! But he has no Burns in Fact no pocket in
, his ovcrals; beside, which, the season is
! getting late he must finish his acre Of plow
! ing. Over and over he eyes the snn-it is
very slow Of getting to it, height, and when
noon cones it finds him in a very dragglcd
and willy state but he mounts one of the
alorscs, and the nato Gathering after, he
/ leads Of to the Lavn and the batting. He
! has sharp appetite for the beef and the
green's, but not much, at the incoming, for
Burns or Bishop Butler. The return to the
| field haunts him but the work is only half
done. ItnbLing his puffy hands with raw
onion, (by the advice Of Pat he cutters
bravcly upon new bout of the blowing
The sun V even more scarchin. than in the
morning; the mosquitoes have come in
hocks the bpuion, aggravated by the morn,
ings pebble, Anglers him sorcly, aud lie,
,,roys all his confidence in he rornmcna.
tors upon Burns,
i" At night, more drag9lcd and witctl than
at noon, he turns out his team, and if he
means systematic farm work, will give the
horses thorough rubbing down: ajcrward,
if he cherish Clearly lrcjuliccs, the fac
Young fellow will have need Cor rubbing
down of himself. This ref cshcS, and give,
courage for the milking which, with those
puffy fingers, is no way amusing. Again the
appetite Is good even for cnt of sal, Lcei
and a dish OF cold greens. Ihcrcupon Pat,
the Irish lad, sits uron the doorstep and
ruiniuatcs with short, black pipe IN his
mouth. Our dragged young friend aims {,
something better; it is YEARLY done: bal
at least the show shall be made. The candle
is lighted, and book pulled down possibly
Prof. johnson on Peats ; the m'llcrS dar
into the flame; pcats, and hydrates, anc
oxides, aud pcats again, mix strongly; ;
horned beetle dashcs at his forehead, an,
makes him wakcful for moment there il
frog droning inAhc near pond very draws
lily pcats -peats--pcats the drit Of thu
professor is lost Z: Pat ruminntcs ON the step
big miller flaps ont the flame of his can
dle it is no matter our fine Young fellow
is ina sound snoozc.--lke Narrei
Incomes.