The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1877-1885, 1879-11-27

tree thou art planting grow to perfection
anu repay thy labor with fruit r. .TrIo
answered the sage, bat since other, lsrs
planted that we might eat i i III. 81.
that should plant for the benefit of 9fh
ers. Excellent. exclaimed the monarch
ana the royal purse-bearcr presented 10 him
VINO hai received the applause o, his SOW
eielSh tue customary gift of a thousand
pieces OF Sold. The peasant prostrated
himself on the ground and added. 20
Alng. other men trees come to perfection
IN the space of many years. but mine has
produced fruit a soon as it was planted ;"
Bravo! shouted the Pasha. and q second
purse was cast at the feet of the old man
The trees OF Others only bear fruit once ;
year, cried the old man. but mine has
yielded two crops in one day" IT'S truly
beautiful % find one 50 humble and vet 80
wise, eEclaimcd the Emperor, and a third
purse fell from the obcdient hands of the
treasurer. The monarch galIogel away
saying, Reverend father, | dare not STAY
longer, lest thy genius and good sense
should exhaust my treasury
We may not be repaid, like the old Per
sian, IN purses Of gold for labor Of this kind.
but the consciousness Of performing an act
winch some will gratefully enjoy who may
tread IN our footsteps hereafter should be
sufficient reward.
A Northern farmer remarked that he con
sidered his farm one thousand dollars more
valuable on account of an avenue of elm
trees planted by his father. Perhaps If not
Tor that one link, instead Of a wide-awake.
live farmer, we should have had in some
town or city one more ten. cent or three for
a quarter calico clerks. If the past gene
ration could have had more of this spirit
there would not be SO many worthless acres
to be Iecuperated or left in an idle waste of
gullies. Then let Us each and every one do
something in his day and generation. to
build up, to recuperate and to bcautify the
waste places, until our own country homes
shall be as beautiful and fresh as a new
spear Of grass, and al these thousand hills
blossom like those of our many Northern
St; ties.
There is a work and there is a reward for
ell. Let the fathers and brothers restore
our abandoned lands, then will the mothers
and sisters beautlfy these homes by plant
ing flowers, shrubs and vines; for, as some
one has beautifully said, 1.-The breath of
flowers is far sweeter in the air, whence it
comes and goes like the warbling of music,
than in the hand" Then let the perfume
of the rose, jasmine and violet, and the
other thousand floral beauties of the Sunny
South, breathe around our homes in spring,
summer and autumH Then, indeed, will
the coming generation say, when magic
pictures of the fertile West are held Turing
ly toward them, when ryoung men dream
of fortunes beneath each city paving stone:
'My home, my own home, | cannot and |
will not leave thee. These fer ihc lands my
father rescued from their ster.n.y. These
flowers my mother and my sisters planted |
here | spent my happy boyhood here | re
ceived my fathers counsel and won my |
mothers love this Is my own vine and fig
tree. will not forget thee. Let my right
nam forget is cunning if | do not remem-
Der thee, let my tongue cieave to the roof
of my moutl if I prefer not my Carolina
home above my chief JOY.
ICON IUnED.