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absorbed, in order to preserve and perfect that of the race. But I wish
to show at what a sacrifice this advantage is at present obtained, and
to suggest that we may possibly so live as to secure all the advantage
without suffering any of the disadvantage. What mean ye by saying
that the poor ye have always with you, or that the fathers have eaten
sour grapes, and the children’s teeth are set on edge?

"As I live, saith the Lord God, ye shall not have occasion any more
to use this proverb in Israel.

"Behold all souls are mine; as the soul of the father, so also the soul
of the son is mine: the soul that sinneth, it shall die."

When I consider my neighbors, the farmers of Concord, who are at
least as well off as the other classes, I find that for the most part they
have been toiling twenty, thirty, or forty years, that they may become
the real owners of their farms, which commonly they have inherited
with encumbrances, or else bought with hired money-and we may
regard one third of that toil as the cost of their houses-but commonly
they have not paid for them yet. It is true, the encumbrances
sometimes outweigh the value of the farm, so that the farm itself
becomes one great encumbrance, and still a man is found to inherit
it, being well acquainted with it, as he says. On applying to the
assessors, I am surprised to learn that they cannot at once name a
dozen in the town who own their farms free and clear. If you would
know the history of these homesteads, inquire at the bank where they
are mortgaged. The man who has actually paid for his farm with
labor on it is so rare that every neighbor can point to him. I doubt if
there are three such men in Concord. What has been said of the
merchants, that a very large majority, even ninety-seven in a
hundred, are sure to fail, is equally true of the farm-ers. With regard
to the merchants, however, one of them says pertinently that a great
part of their failures are not genuine pecuniary failures, but merely
failures to fulfil their engagements, because it is inconvenient; that
is, it is the moral character that breaks down. But this puts an
infinitely worse face on the matter, and suggests, beside, that
probably not even the other three succeed in saving their souls, but
are perchance bankrupt in a worse sense than they who fail honestly.
Bankruptcy and repudiation are the springboards from which much
of our civilization vaults and turns its somersets, but the savage
stands on the unelastic plank of famine. Yet the Middlesex Cattle
Show goes off here with eclat annually, as if all the joints of the
agricultural machine were suent.

The farmer is endeavoring to solve the problem of a livelihood by a
formula more complicated than the problem itself. To get his
shoestrings he speculates in herds of cattle. With consummate skill
he has set his trap with a hair springe to catch comfort and
independence, and then, as he turned away, got his own leg into it.
This is the reason he is poor; and for a similar reason we are all poor
in respect to a thousand savage comforts, though surrounded by
luxuries. As Chapman sings,

"The false society of menfor earthly greatness All heavenly comforts
rarefies to air."

And when the farmer has got his house, he may not be the richer but
the poorer for it, and it be the house that has got him. As I
understand it, that was a valid objection urged by Momus against the
house which Minerva made, that she "had not made it movable, by
which means a bad neighborhood might be avoided"; and it may still
be urged, for our houses are such unwieldy property that we are
often imprisoned rather than housed in them; and the bad neighbor-
hood to be avoided is our own scurvy selves. I know one or two
families, at least, in this town, who, for nearly a generation, have
been wishing to sell their houses in the outskirts and move into the
village, but have not been able to accomplish it, and only death will
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