Happy the foot that can roam over a wide expanse of property--happy the head which knows how to subject the forces of ever-fresh nature to an intelligent human will.

All that makes man strong, healthy, worthy, is given in portion to the agriculturist: his life is a ceaseless battle and a ceaseless victory.

The pure air of heaven steels the muscles of his body, and the primeval order of nature forces his thoughts too into a regular orbit.

Other species of industry may become obsolete; his is enduring as the earth: other tastes may prison men in narrow walls, in the depths of the earth, or between the planks of a ship; his glance has only two boundaries--the blue sky above, the firm earth below.

His is almost the rapture of creation; for whatever his edict demands from organic or inorganic nature, springs up beneath his hand.