farmer, after sacrificing pleasure, taste, freedom, thought, love, to his work, turns out often a bank- rupt, like the merchantl This result might well seem astounding. All this (lrudgery, from cock-crow- ing to starlight, for all these years, t0 end in mort= gages and the auctioneer’s flag, and removing from bad t0 worse. It is time to have the thing looked into, and with a sifting criticism ascertained who is the fool. It seemed a great deal Worse, because the farmer is living in the same town with men who pretend to know exactly What he Wants. On one side is agricultural chemistry, coolly exposing the nonsense of our spendthrift agriculture and rnin— ous expense of manures, and offering, by means of a teaspoonful of artificial guano, to turn a sandbank into corn; and on the other, the farmer, not only eager for the information, but with bad crops and in debt and bankruptcy, for want of it. Here are Etzlers and mechanical projectors, who, With the Fourierists, undoubtingly affirm that the smallest union would make every man rich;—and, on the other side, a multitude of poor men and women seeking work, and who cannot find enough to pay their board. The science is confident, and surely the poverty is real. If any means could be found to bring these two together I

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