l the log-chain.
And now, if ye'll hand over my witness fee, I'll be out o' this
quicker'n ye ken say Jack Robison."

Needless, indeed, were the task, if possible, to describe the sensation
created by this amazing disclosure; and we may only add in conclusion,
that the prisoner was convicted on other testimony; and after an
earnest admonition from the justice, on the turpitude of crime and its
dreadful miseries, Jared Sculpin was sentenced to give Simon Bogle one
good day's work, and one good fleece of wool for his time lost in
hunting the chain, and in bringing the offender to justice; to carry
the chain on his back through the main travelled road, in open
daylight, and humbly ask Simon Bogle's pardon.

The terms of the sentence were promptly and fully complied with, and it
was ever afterward said of Jared Sculpin, that he was an altered man,
and a virtuous citizen.

XIII.

HAPPINESS.

For agreeable cares, and solid interests and pleasures, the life of the
farmer is one of the first to choose. It is indeed a labor, but a
labor peculiarly blest for its manly pursuits and ennobling mental
exercises. Every farmer should be educated in useful knowledge, and
elevated tastes and sentiments: every farmer should have a religion of
the head, and heart, and life.

The farmer goes out upon his fertile fields and plants, and stands by
his own work to behold the growing increase which the Lord waters and
gives. Surrounded by symbols of the Father, he has but to open his
eyes, and read the signs of His wisdom, providence, power and love. He
stands in a temple of beauty and worship. His subjects of thought are
the sky and mountain, the woods and waters, the genial fallow, the
growing crop, the ripening grain. His companions are legion, for all
things in Nature flock to his fellowship; his orchestra is the air and
forest; his singers, the bobolink, bluebird and robin, who may be
fancied incarnate with spirits from the next region, paradise, come
down to gladden his heart with God's hallelujahs, and cheer his mind in
the rural toils. God may appear most intimately with him all his days;
he may plough God's fallows; he may plant sweet affections, and harvest
ripe graces and joys; and every step on the green hills, and through
the warbling groves, may seem a step toward heaven.

Matthew Fabens was a farmer in genuine heart and soul. Of mere book
learning, he did not speak, although he was quite a reader; and in man