Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . he old cock only thinks they PHILOSOPHY OF NO PRACTICAL USE. 343 do; or perhaps he dont think so, but is only making methink so; and then I persuade myself that it was not acocks crowing at all, that this was all in my mind, and so Iturn over and fall asleep again. Thus my business suffers!It will not do, my friends, to mix too much philosojjhy withour farming. In the meantime my taxes must be paid: theres nothingindefinite nor uncertain
Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . he old cock only thinks they PHILOSOPHY OF NO PRACTICAL USE. 343 do; or perhaps he dont think so, but is only making methink so; and then I persuade myself that it was not acocks crowing at all, that this was all in my mind, and so Iturn over and fall asleep again. Thus my business suffers!It will not do, my friends, to mix too much philosojjhy withour farming. In the meantime my taxes must be paid: theres nothingindefinite nor uncertain about that matter! And the interestupon the mortgage is about due: there is no way that Iknow of to so compact that as to make it seem small. Thegrocers bill has been presented : wonder if he will acceptpayment for his groceries in my ideas! Alas, I see not howmetaphysics are to be made useful to us poor husbandmenduring these hard times! And verily do I now perceive thewisdom of the maxim of Eochefoucauld: Philosophy tri-umphs easily over past and over future evils, but presentevils triumph over philosophy. This also is vanity andvexation of spirit I. MOTTOES FOR KSAPTER IX¥L ^ub for fehe glorious privilege©f beirig igdeper)der) For this he chjoge a farm ir| Oevas vale. * ^j^ *In th)is calm geafe !ge drew the bjealthful gale, J-Iere rqixed tlje chief, thje patriot,-ttje swain ; T^he happy morjarch of his sylvar) train,J^ere, sided by tl]e guardians of tlje fold, f^e walked his rour|ds, and cl^eered Ijis blest domainpis days, the days of ur)stair|ed qatupe, rolledfieplete witb) peace aqd joy, like patriarcljs of old. Thompson : Castle of Indolence. 344
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