Short stories; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
And there are the young fellows and the girls. This young gentleman in
the rimless eye-glasses, who is now beginning to “go out among 'em” the
last time you saw him was in meeting when Elder Drown was preaching, and
my gentleman stood up in the seat and shouted shrilly: “'T ain't at all,
man. 'T ain't at all!” And this sweet girl-graduate--the last time you
saw her was just after Becky Daly, in the vain effort to “peacify” the
squalling young one, had given her a fresh egg to play with. I kind
o' like the looks of the younger generation of girls. But I don't know
about the young fellows. They look to me like a trifling lot. Nothing
like what they were in our young days. I don't see but what us old
codgers had better hold on a while longer to the County Clerk's office,
and the Sheriff's office, and the Probate judgeship, and the presidency
of the National Bank. It wouldn't be safe to trust the destinies of
the country in the hands of such heedless young whiffets. Engaged to be
married! Oh, get out! What? Those babies?
I kept awake most of the time the man was lecturing on: “The Republic:
Will it Endure?” but I don't remember that he said anything in it about
the crops. (We can't go 'round meeting the folks all day. We really must
give a glance at the exhibition.) And I am one of those who hold to the
belief that while the farmers can raise ears of corn as long as from
your elbow to your fingertips, as big 'round as a rollingpin, and set
with grains as regular and even as an eight-dollar set of artificial
teeth; as long as they grow potatoes the size of your foot, and such
pretty oats and wheat, and turnips, and squashes, and onions, and apples
and all kinds of truck, and raise them not only in increasing size but
increasing quantities to the acre I feel as if the Republic would last
the year out anyway. Not that I have any notion that mere material
prosperity will make and keep us a free people, but it goes to show that
the farmers are not plodding along, doing as their fathers did before
them, but that they are reading and studying, and taking advantage of
modern methods. There are two ways of increasing your income. One is by
enlarging your output, and the other is by enlarging your share of the
proceeds from the sale of that output. The Grand Dukes will not always
run this country. The farmers saved the Union once by dying for it;
they will save it again by living for it.
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