Norwich bulletin., 1912-07-06
THE WORK AND THE WORKERS OF
 THE WORLD

ble, while the rest of the field which we had already hood fairly shone in the cleanliness and trimness and out of door neatness of a well handled pota- patch.
 Look ahead of US" 1 said: Then look behind us and see the difference When we've polished off those next two rows we shall have earned and possessed a joy those youngsters never knew yet and are quite likely never to know,-the Joy of Accomplishment; the Delight of Having Done Things: the Fest of Victory. In just about eighteen minutes we'll have these last rows vanished up to the queens taste. Then Pm going to walk back towards the pump and some cold water, look ing down every row as we pass and thinking to myself that we've stood df the bugs, and we've laid the dust; and we've killed the quack and we've dressed up the 'tater vines, and we've turned a sorry tangle into a trim garden spot; in other words, we've done some of the Work of the World, and done it mighty well, tool"
 don't know whether Hank appreci- ated my argument or was quite able to take my point of view. But my "elo- quence' faxed him for the time be- ing. He even remarked, mutteringly, as we went back towards the lane and the pump; The old quack-bed sure does look heap better'n it did"
 Now, hoeing a weedy patch of pota- toes up here on Podunk Heights may not be very wonderful. But,-and here's where l take my stand,-it's .,f of In World a needful part and, so far as it goes, an absolutely essential part. There may be other work which shows more conspicuously; other work which is more in the worlds eye; other work which produces more manifest effects. Nevertheless, its necessary work. The world could get along after a fashion without automobiles,-as it did for seV- eral thousand years but it couldn't well get along without potatoes, There are a number of wheels in a watch, and some are bigger than others. But if a single cog breaks on any one, the watch stops or runs wild. Hank and l in our little potato patch may not have been driving the whole world, but we were cOgs on the wheel and we were doing our share to keep the ma chine running true and to a useful pur- HN7N. w t may bE NGl , nliiilblG anu inconspicu0us people, but we were really of more worth to the world than all the automobile parties that flutter along the highways from pleasure to pleasure, that dusty summer day.
 Don't misunderstood me as sneerine at the butterflies. They have their place in nature as truly as industrious ants or busy bees. Nor, in any New England June, would l be guilty of disappearing roses, even though they never bear fruit. It is something to Illuminate the gardens with glowing color and sweeten them with delicate Odors. But the world, at bottom, is an extremely practical world, and it's real work is always practical and oft eu disagreeable. A vase of roses helps 10 set off the dining table and add cheer Co the daily meal. But, when one is hungry and in need of nourish- ment dish of fried potatoes is, after all, more essential than a vase of flowers, no matter how gorgeous their hues, or how delicate their scent.
 Too many people have the idea that the object of life is to work as little and play as much as possible. There is a too widely prevalent belief that q life all play must be a life all pleasure There is a feeling among many that work is for those who cant help them selves, but the really fortunate are those who can shirl5, or dodge it.
 Such short sightedness and selfish ness as this fail to appreciate the overruling and irresistible justice of the universe.
 He that does not SOW, neither shall he reap. There is never any harvest without the preparatory struggle of seedtime. Nor taking the world as if rolls and the years as they pass is there ever any universal failure of har- vest 10 follow seed. When the i'm mutable laws of the universe have set tied the work of the world and have decreed that it must be done, they have added to their stern and unes- capable mandate the assurance of at least one reward that nothing else can bring 1 f is the one I have already mentioned, the Joy of Accomplishment.
 Stop and think it over little. We farmers are all, each in his small way. engaged in doing our share of the Work of the World. 1t is something NiAfN'l AAl'Iob BN hOAAJs IL lS bOIilt LilillS which we must do. Before each one of us lies his task, and to each one of us duty, that stern daughter of the voice of God" issues her command We can go at it grudgingly, complaining | ly. like slaves whipped to hatful labor l Or we can approach it like merc4ua rieS, seeking for and thinking only Ct l the rewards the market may pay Us ! when we have, somehow turced our sci es through il.
 Or we may take it up as an opDpr- i tunity, feeling that we are at the same time helping to lift the burden of the Worid;- take it up as d JOY which it is l our privilege to share, nor our sentence l to endure: take it up for the rewards it pays even while we are doing it, in the contemplation of good work, wei done
 If our labor were only hopeless drudgery, and duty only a resentless slave-driyer with cruel lash, we might well envy those who were able to es- cape her But the truth is d5ite the opposite.
 stern Lawgiver, Yet thou dost wear 1 The Godheads most benignant grace 1 Nor know we anything so fair l As is the smile upon U.y face: 1 Powers laugh befUle th3e on thciI
 beds,
 ! And fragrance in they footing treads ] Thou dost preserve the stars iron wrong,
 1 And the most ancient heavens, througl
 Thee, are fresh and strong."
 THE FARMER.
 Exceptional Case.