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veloped Durhams of the present time.
In fine, though we cannot fathom the
reason for the dislike of our friend Theo-
dore, or satisfy ourselves whether the error
was in the farm, the boy, or the discipline,
yet we all agree that there must have
been something peculiar in the case—
something which need not, and certainly
does not, pertain to the business of farm-
ing here; and, lest some of your young
readers should partake of the youthful
Theodore’s dislike of this ancient, honor-
able, and useful occupation, and conclude
that all that has been said and written of
its pleasures and enjoyments is mere po-
etry, and that such pleasures exist only in
the wild fancies of the imagination, per-
mit me to assure the boys, that in my
very limited acquaintance, there are hun-
dreds who enjoy more in “inhaling the
sweet breath of the evening”—in listening
to the “lowing kine, returning from the
dewy mead,” and in the thousand varied
enjoyments of the farm, than our favorite
author ever did or can enjoy, in a pent-
up, crowded city, inditing couplets expres-
sive of such joys. Indeed, as we look
over this beautiful land, we are led invol-
untarily to inquire, what of all earth’s
comforts does the farmer lack? Is it the
common blessing of health? It is pre-
eminently the result of his active habits
and free exercise. Is it the cooling shade ?
Under trees of his own planting, carpeted
with velvet of the richest green, he passes
the sultry hours of summer, with a friend,
@ newspaper, or a favorite author. Are
flowers desired? His garden is filled
with the rarest of them, representing, in
the selection, the taste of each member
of the family; while in the cottage win-
dows may be seen some delicate exotics,
too tender to endure the open air. Se-

 

lected fruits of the choicest varieties are
plucked from his own trees, while music,
sweeter than the softest airs of the far-
famed Jenny Lind, is heard among the
branches. The grove, the gushing foun-
tain, the crystal stream, the flowers, fields,
and verdant landscape, he holds in fee
simple, for the mutual enjoyment of him-

self, his family, and friends. The deli-
cacies, the viands, and luxuries of his ta-
ble, are the product of his own farm and
labor; and as he looks over the wide
fields, and in the generous crops sees an
abundant supply of corn and wheat for
his own family, and a large surplus to en-
ter the markets of the world, and to meet
the wants of the destitute, he rejoices in
the goodness of a kind Providence, and,
if his heart is right, offers devout thanks-
giving for all these blessings.

And now, Mr. Editor, as you are un-
questionably on good terms with Mr.
Thinker, do try to influence him to visit
us here on the prairies. We want to
show him the fine farms, with the grow-
ing crops of corn, which will yield from
eighty to a hundred bushels per acre,
raised not with “steers,” like Uncle
Miah’s, but with horses, whose fine con-
dition testify to the abundant crops con-
sumed on the farm; and if our friend is
as fond of shooting as of fishing, just say
to him that we have plenty of deer and
grouse, and in autumn the rivers swarm
with geese and ducks. We are sure we
can satisfy him, if he will only come.
Etmwoop, Illinois. P.
Nore.—We will certainly try to per-
suade Theodore to accept of this invita-
tion; and if he does not take an early
start for Illinois, he is not the man we
think him to be.—Enprror.