Wisconsin Tribune

THE FARMER.

If I was asked who belonged to the privileged order, in our land, I should reply the farmer, for no other reason than those he is rarely if ever, the victim of those fluctuations of trade and the currency--and that he is entirely relieved in the sale of his products from the evils of that credit system to which almost every other class of community is subjected.

Whether the price of the necessaries of life be high or low, it is all the same to the farmer so far as he produces them for his own consumption. His surplus, unlike the wares of the trader, or the products of the manufacturer and the mechanic, will always command cash, and on that account it is at all times free from those assessments which the credit system never fails to impose on the capital and products of the other classes of community: in fact, it is always the farmer's own fault, and it can never be said that it was an evil incidental to his profession if he is ever linked with bankruptcy, or his subsistence diminished by bad debts.

Look at the poor unfortunate miller and the produce buyer, growing up under the hot-bed influence of trade, which gives an additional stimulus to their already too active gambling spirit. They are the farmer's victims.

Look at the clergyman, faithful and gifted as he may be in teaching those lovely lessons which make man God like: yet he is hardly sure from one year to another of a place whereon to lay his head.

Look at the lawyer, now starving unless he can get practice in that jury less court, whose title burlesques the name of equity.

Look at your printer, standing over his case, working at all times, without an hour's relaxation—his patrons thinking it encouragement enough to take his paper without paying for it—and while he has thousands honestly due him he is harassed and perplexed for money to carry on his business. Alas for him!

The merchant and the trader, encumbered and paralyzed by competition, bad debts, embarrassments and bankruptcy. A victim of the credit system and bank inflation.

The mechanic feloniously eating out his substance or disgracing his fair name, in the shape of States Prison co-brother; often reduced to the bare necessity of making his employer rich before he can get his due; his career is too often one of labor and embarrassment. But the farmer, with the staff of life in his barns, sheep on his hills, and pigs in his pen, laughs to scorn the factitious ills of life; 'tis true, he has his cares, but without them he would be much to be pitied. If everything was done to his liking without his own supervision, the devil or some demon passion would become his master-

"Making his abundance the means of want."

The industrious, provident farmer, has the earth for his chemical laboratory, which, in common with its glowing vegetable surface teaches him many lessons. Flora is his handmaiden, and Ceres and Pomona shed their bounties upon him, making him nature's nobleman.--Genesee Farmer.