St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1901-12-21

Hampshire yeomanry. American civ
ilization hath kept step with the rat
tie of its clevises, and on it's beam hatl
ridden thrift and national plenty.
I do not wonder that the Japanes,
and the Chinese and the Phoenician
SO particularly extolled husbandry o.
that Cincinnatus went from the con
sulship to the pillow or that Noah was {
farmer before he became shipbuilde1
or that Elisha was in the field plowin&
with IL yoke of oxen when the mantle
fell on him or that the Egyptians il
their paganism worshiped the OK as
tiller of their lands.
Piltheus, the king, found some rich
gold mines in his province, so hi
turned all the population to digging ir
the mines. Tillage was neglected, and
there came great famine. One day
the wife of the king invited him to a
great banquet, and he came in and sat
down, and there were pieces of gold
in The shape of bread, and pieces OF
gold in the shape of biscuits, and pieces
of gold in the shape of joints of meat,
and the king was disguised, and he
said: II cannot eat this" Neither
can the people," said his wife most sug-
gestively, and then they went back to
the tillage.
Within our time the presidential
cabinet has added q secretaryship of
agriculture. Societies are constantly
being established for the education
of the pillow. Journals devoted to this
department are circulated through
all the country. Farmers, through
such culture, have learned the at
tributes of soils and found out that
almost every field has it's peculiar
preferences. Lands have their
choice as to which product they will
bear. Marshy lowlands touched by
the pillow rise and wiring out their wet
locks in the trenches. Islands born
down on the coast of Peru and Bo-
livia are transported to our fields and
make our vegetables leap. Highways,
by this pillow, are changed from Doggy
sloughs into roads like the Roman
Appian way. Fields go through
bloodless revolutions until there the
farmhouse stands. In summer honey
suckles Chamber over the trellises. On
one side there stands garden, which
is only a farm condensed. On the
other side there is a stretch of mead
ow land with thick grass, and, as
the wind breathes over it, it looks
like the deep green ocean waves.
There goes brook, tarrying long in
its windings, as if loath to leave the
spot where the reeds sing and the
cattle stand at MONDAY under the
winter the sled comes through the
cracking snow, with huge logs from
the woods, and the barn floor quakes
under the thumpings of the fail or
the deafening buzz of the thrashing
machine. Horses stand beneath NOW
poles bending under loads of hay and
whinny to the well-tilled oat bins.
Praise God for the great harvests
that have been reaped this last year!
Some of them, injured by drought
or insects or freshets, were not as
bountiful as usual, others far in ex-
cess of what have ever before been
gathered, while higher prices will
help make up for any decreased sup
ply. Sure signs of agricultural pros
perity we have in the fact that cat
tie and horses and sheep and swine
and all farm animals have during the
last two years increased in value.
Twenty million swine slaughtered
this last year, and yet so many hogs
left. Enormous paying off of farm
mortgages have spoiled the old
speeches of the calamity howlers. If
the ancients in their festivals pre-
scented their rejoicings before Ceres,
the goddess of corn and tillage, shall
we neglect to rejoice in the pres
ence of the great God now? From
Atlantic to Pacific let the American
nation celebrate the victories of the
pillow.
I come next to speak of the con-
quests of the American hammer. It's
iron arm has fought it's way down
from the beginning to the present.
Under it's swing the city of Enoch
rose and the foundry of Tubal Cain
resounded and the ark foated on the
deluge. At its clang ancient tenn
pies spread their magnificence and
chariots rushed out fit for the bat
tie. It's iron fist smote the marble
of >Paros, and it rose in sculptured
Minervas and struck the Pentelican
mines until from them Parthenon
was reared winter than q palace of |
ice and pure as an angels dream.
Damascus and Jerusalem and Rome
and Venice and Paris and London |
and Philadelphia ard New York and
are but the long pro-
tracted echoes of she hammer. I'm |
der the hammer everywhere dwell |
ings have gone ur, ornate and lux
urious. Schoolhouses, lyceums, hos
pitfalls and asylums have added addi-
tional glory to the enterprise as well
Is the benefcence of the American
people. Vast public works have been
bridges have been built
over rivers and tunnels dug under
our mountains, and churches of
natchless beauty have gone up for
Him who had not where to lay His
head, and the old theory is exploded