his
point his city cousin has

POSITIVELY NO OPINION,

as "it really would ruin his business." Thus we see the farmer--free,
ingenuous, independent. Thus we see the city merchant--smooth, prudent,
sycophantic. Thank God for Agriculture! And now

CANNOT WE INSPIRE YOUNG MEN

with a little truer idea of life? Cannot we teach them that money in
itself is not what they want above all things? How little wealth the
really wise find necessary! On the farm is health, independence, high
standing--all within the reach of any young man. He certainly sacrifices
one or two of these objects when he enters a city. He can get money but
he will lose his health. If he get true independence he will be

ONE OUT OF TEN THOUSAND,

all the rest of whom are slaves. With the new combinations forming in
the business of the world, new experiences are constant. The man
employing three hundred fortunate workers to-day, may be himself
searching for work next year. The man getting $5,000 a year to-day may
next week be trying to find labor at a dollar a day, and may absolutely
fail. The financial panic has no such thing in store for the farmer. He
will live on, just as his brook runs on, and when the sleek magnates in
the hotel-parlor decree that he must lose his farm, as they need it for
a "colony," he will rise up and smite them, and thereafter the sleek
magnate will be an affair of the past. Young man, if you have not an
absolute genius for something else, stay on the farm. Read books which
will make you desire to be a pure man, just for the noble name it will
give you. If you can get as great a desire to be a good man as you have
to be a purse-proud man, you will be on the right track; for you will
see that honesty is easier in the perfumed fields than it is in the
polluted air of a city business-house. Read over the biographies, and
see how certainly all our great men got their greatness in the open air
of the country. Take a big city, for instance. Has it not surprised you
to see how few great men New York or Chicago have furnished to the
nation? The city levels men. It drags them down. Their individualities
are put into a dredge-box, and the flour of mediocrity is scattered on
all alike.

"IN A MORAL POINT OF VIEW,"

says Lord John Russell, "the life of the agriculturist is the most pure
and holy of any class of men; pure because it is the most healthful, and
vice can hardly find time to contaminate it; and holy because it bri