I believe the safety of the country lies in the hands of the farmers; for they are seldom very poor or very rich.

We stand between the two dangerous classes the wealthy and the paupers." "But most farmers lead such a dog's life," said Mr.Maxwell.
"So they do; farming isn't made one-half as attractive as it should be," said Mr.Harry.
Mr.Maxwell smiled.

"Attractive farming.

Just sketch an outline of that, will you, Gray ?" "In the first place," said Mr.Harry, "I would like to tear out of the heart of the farmer the thing that is as firmly implanted in him as it is in the heart of his city brother the thing that is doing more to harm our nation than anything else under the sun." "What is that ?" asked Mr.Maxwell, curiously.
"The thirst for gold.

The farmer wants to get rich, and he works so hard to do it that he wears himself out soul and body, and the young people around him get so disgusted with that way of getting rich, that they go off to the cities to find out some other way, or at least to enjoy themselves, for I don't think many young people are animated by a desire to heap up money." Mr.Maxwell looked amused.