The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1882-09-15
RER. J. M. CLEARYS ADDRESS
De1iUsred on the Fair Grounds on Thursday.

farmer, says Emerson. p" was the HrSC man:
and all historic nobility rests on possession
and use Of land. Men do not like hard
work, but every man has an exceptional
respect for tillage, and feeling that this is
the original calling of his race; that he
himself is only excused from it by some
circumstance that made him delegate il for
a time to other hands. II he have not some
skill which recommends him to the farmer,
some product for which the farmer will give
him corn, he must himself return to
his due place among the planters. And
the profession has in all eyes its an
cient charm as standing nearest to God, the
First Cause. Then the beauty of nature,
the tranquility and innocence of the country.
man, his independence and his pleasing
arts the care of bees, Of poultry. of sheep.
of cows, the dairy, the care of hay, of
fruits, of orchards and forests, and the
reaction of these on the workman in giving
him strength and plain dignity. like the
face and manner Of nature, all men &C
knowledge. The farmer is boarded CAPT.
tai Of health, as the farm is the capital of
wealth and it is from him that the health
and power, moral and intellectual, of the
cities come. The city is always recruited
from the country. The men in cities who
are the centres of energy, the driving
wheels of trade, politics, or political arts,
and the women of beauty and genius, are
the children. or grand children of farmers,
and are spending the energies which their
fathers hardy, silent life accumulated in
frosty burrows, in poverty, necessity, and
darkness"
The farmer stands, like portion of ma
ture, permanent and changeless. the firm
foundation to the whole social fabric.
The lawyer, the doctor, and the preacher
ere the ministers Of disease. They are
n0urished by the sins and infirmities of
man. They were not in the Paradise God
frst intended for perfect man-the Garden
Of Eden: they could never have been there.
Man, the farmer, was there: and the minis
ter Of nature was the minister of health and
the minister of God. The doctor, the law
yer, and preacher we need only when human
nature has gone wrong their presence is
constant reminder OF our weaknesses and
our folles. as well as of our waywardness
and wearisome ills. The farmers life
know as well as any man, is not ideal; no
human life is 80. II has Its cares, its dis.
appointments, its hardships, its narrowness,
its unloveliness The farmer lnnot be much
of sentimentalist. Oscar Wilde, and his
school. can expect but little homage or at
tention from hin. He must learn to be
content with hard work and small gains.
He must dress eoarsely and wait long. His
hands will grow hard and his joints stiff. He
must love plain living, but not high think.
ing He is married to the earth, and, like
all the welded. must learn to exercise the
virtue of patience. He is bound to single
spot and moves within narrow circle. But
IN return he is nature freeman, dependent
upon Gods providence and his own strong
arm. He is no mans hired servant. He
has health and appetite, and refreshing
sleep. lie sits beside his own hearthstone,
and his children around him look up to him
as father and king, for he is q sovereign
owner of the SOIL
The farmer Is the strongest and the
healthiest member of the social body; he is
also the most religious and the most moral.
The children OF Farmers who carry into the
cities fresh blood and new energy carry
thither also deeper religious faith and
greater moral earnestness. The forces with
which the farmer deals are boundless and
unreasonable; they are above and beyond
him, part of an infinitely mysterious Provi-
dence. Hhe sunshine aud the rain and the
changing seasons of the revolving year are
under the control Of no man. They are
manifestations Of a higher power and pro-
claim the wisdsm and goodness of God. Ex-
plain these wonderful manifestations as we
will. and express them in all possible formu-
las Of matter and motion, the mystery still
remains to fill the heart with reverence and
awe. The city is the creation of man. In
the city the eye meets nothing that the hand
of man has not shaped and polished, and the
tendency is to lippancy and matter of-fact
ways. The people of the city have seen SO
many sleight-of-hand tricks that they cannot