was once a
sacred
art; but
it is
pursued
with
irreverent
haste and
heedlessness
by us, our
object
being to
have large
farms and
large
crops
merely. We
have no
festival,
nor
procession,
nor
ceremony,
not
excepting
our
Cattle-shows
and
so-called
Thanksgivings,
by which
the farmer
expresses
a sense of
the
sacredness
of his
calling,
or is
reminded
of its
sacred
origin. It
is the
premium
and the
feast
which
tempt him.
He
