and forgive her. Wall, after Arvilly
left me, I returned agin to the sights in the noble Liberal Arts
Department, and see everything else that wuz riz up and helpful; and
finding out everything about the land and sea, the Heavens, and depths
below the earth and seas.

And oh, what queer, queer feelin's that sight gin me; they hain't to be
described upon, and I hain't a-goin' to try to; it would be too
much--too much for the public to hear about it, and for me to record
'em; though there wuz plenty of weights, measures, and balances, if I
had tried to tackle the job of weighin' 'em.

Now, what I have said of the liberal part, and especially of the
trainin' of the young, you can see plain that it wuz as much more
interestin' than the manafactures part as the soul is superior to the
body, or eternity is longer than time.

So, the world bein' such a sort of a curious place, it didn't surprise
me a mite to see that this department, that wuz the most important in
the hull Columbian World's Fair, wuz dretful cramped for room, and
kinder put away upstairs.

For, as I sez to myself, the old world has such dretful curious kinks in
it, it didn't surprise me a mite to have this department sort o'
squeezed into the end o' one buildin', and upstairs kinder, while the
display for horned cattle covered over sixty acres.

A good many farmers are as careful agin of their blooded stock as they
are of the welfare of their wives and children.

They will put work and hardship on the mother of their children that
they wouldn't think of darin' to venture with their cows with a
pedigree, for they would say, such overwork will injure the calf.

How is it with their own children, when the delicate mother does all the
household drudgery of a farm, and milks seven or eight cows night and
mornin'?

Toilin' till late bedtime, gettin' up before half rested, and takin' up
agin the hard toil till the little feeble child-life is born into the
world.

How is it with the mother and the child?

For answer, I refer you to countless newspaper files, under the headin'
of "mysterious dispensations of Providence," and to old solitary
churchyards, and to the insane statisticks of the country.

The bereaved husband, a-blamin' Providence, but takin' some comfort in
the thought that "the Lord loveth whom He chasteneth," walks out under
his mournin' weed, and pats the sleek sides of his Alderney cow, and its
fat, healthy young one, and ponders on how h