From Me Nashua Telegroph.
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WHO WOULD NOT BE A FARMER !

 In this glad season, when the Earth is all around burstling into life and beauty, and nature is keeping holiday; when winter is over and vegetation is walking again from

 its death-like sleep when the birds sing their nIatin song from every bush, and man himself wakes to new life amid the activity around him, uh0 ,oould not De Q Farmer For him, and almost for him alone, bloom the fair flowers in natures field for him the feaiheFed songster pours her sweetest note, and for him the face of creation wears a constant smile. Not so with the inhabitant of cities. or with the professional man or the man of business, any whcre. These are shut out from the blessed influence of nature. There business is with men, restless, ambi- tious, and oftentmes dishonest men-they themselves are all engaged in tho eager scramble for wealth and distinction, some. times caring little whom they thrust down with wreck, and they lose the salutary lesson of beneyolence which may be learned from the ways of Providence in the outward world They must maintain constant struggle with temptation or yield to its power. Accustom. ed to so much of evil, they are sometimes al- most tempted to deny the existence of God. But the Farmer goes on the seven tenor of his way" undisturbed by the passions of men. His dealings are with nature, and he may, if he will not shut his heart against 1t, learn true wisdom from its teachings. In the springing grass, the opening flower, and the ripening harvest, in sunshine and in shower, he may see tokens of Gods love and goodness, and in the quiet of his own home, he may almost forget the exis- tence of evil. Thus widely different are the conditions of the two classes spoken of. Yet we sometimes find farmers discontented with their lot, and eager to join with thei: fellows in the feversh excitement of speculation And very often we see young men, impatient to leave their paterDal acres, and to seek, as they vainly think, some more honorable or genteel mode of earning living; they had rather show lilly. white hand to lady. as they measure off yard of tape, than exhibit a manly muscular frame, with hand which does not shrink from contract with imple- ments of fhusbandry. It has, indeed, become one of the great errors of our time, that young men are deserting the true nobility of the country, for the sake of wearing more del icate complexion, or living, as they vainly hope, more at their ease. Hence it is that all trades and professions are overstocked, that we have more lawyers than clients, more doctors than patients and more parsons than parishes.

 We hear men complain of hard times. me- chanics cannot find situations, yet the coun- try is actually suffering and very severely too, for wantof proper attention to farming and why is it! Because many man who should have followed the plough. has become too proud for that in his aspirations to be gentleman, has undertaken to wield pen or administer cataplasms and boluses. It is all wrong. Young men should be taught to re. gard the employment of their father aS one of the most honorable in the world.

 Your father is the independent man. Whai cares he tor hard times? Banks may fail

 merchants notes may be protested, and theil drafts dishonored, but Seed-time and liar. \ vest" that old and stable firm, shall neyel | fail :'' drafts upon them are answered al sight. and the bank of nature, where the far mer makes his deposites, is as good as gold, and always discounts literally. He laughs a; or more likely pities, those who are lefl a l inc mercy of the times. He takes the favor Providence SO bountifully beslows on him and asks few others.

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