The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1873-11-14
THR GLORY OF TaEFARMRR.

The benefit conferred upon man
kind by the farmer, and the pleas
ure which attaches to his vocation
are charmingly portrayed by Ralph
Waldo Emerson in one of his es
says as follows:
1.-THE glory of the farmer is that
in the division of labor, it is his
part to create. All the trades
rest at last on his primitive author.
ity. He stands close to Nature
he obtains from the earth the
bread; and the food which was
not, he causes to be. The first
farmer was the first man, and al
historic nobility rests on the pos
session and use of land. Men dc
not like hard work, but every man
has an exceptional respect for til
lage, and feels that is the original
calling of his race, that he himself
is only excused from it by some
circumstances which made him
delegate it for a time to other
hands. If he had not some skill
which recommends him to the
farmer, some product for which
the farmeHgives corn, he must re
turn into his due place among the
planters. And the profession has
in all eyes it's ancient charms, as
standing nearest to God. the first
cause.
"Then the beauty of Nature, the
tranquility and innocence of the
country, his independence and
pleasing arts, the care of bees
poultry, sheep, hogs, the dairy, the
care of hay, of fruits, OF orchards
and forests, and the reaction oil
the workmen in giving him
strength and plain dignity, like
the face and manners of Nature
all men acknowledge. All men
keep the farm in reserve as ar
asylum, in case a mischange, tC
hide their poverty, or as a solitude
in case they do not succeed in so
ciety. And who knows how many
chances of remorse are turned this
way from the bankrupts of trade
mortified pleaders in courts and
senates, or from the victims Of
idleness and pleasure?
Kiss Your MOTHER Coon NIGHT
Here is q story which 1 want the
boys and girls to remember. There
was once a little boy Che was not
very little either, for he had grown
quite large enough 20 manage 8
horse easily, and do q great many
things which made him feel almost
q mani who went up to his room
one night, said his prayer very
properly, and went to bed. But he
could not sleep; he tossed from
side to side, counting a hundred
forward and backward, reciting to
himself the multiplication table
hymns, and long poems but, try as
hard as he might, he could not GO
to sleep; he had neglected a duty,
and it weighed so heavily upon his
conscience that it was impossible
for him to find rest. at last he got
up, CROPPED his way down stairs to
his mothers room, and timidly
knocked at the door.
"Who's there ?" cried his father
in an angry tone.
sit ia [, pa"
"Well, who are you'll"
lie had several children, and
upon first awakening could not dis
tinguish the voice.
"It is Willie, pa, please let me
come IN"
"What do you want, Willie
Are you sick 2"
"No, sir. I am not sick; but ]
must see mother"
at this the mother got up in the
darkness and unfastened the door
When the little boy found her he
threw his arms about her neck and
kissed her warmly. There were
tears on his cheeks, and tears in
his voice when he cried:
80, mother, / went to bed with.
out kissing you. forgot it mother
indeed I did and / could not sleep
when ! thought of it."
You may be sure his mother was
by this time in tears herself. They
were tears of gratitude to God fol
having given her such an affection.
ate child. She drew him to hel
and kis sed HIM again and again
and, with a blessing on him, dis
patched him again to bed. The
burden off his conscience, he soOI
fell asleep; and never again, unit
he left home q man to battle witt
the great world, did he forget tC
kiss his mother goodnight.