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rs.ial?r-idreiffenonn.[inon3Sit-itm-tn-3etTviuv nuuivuj miu wuuivf V* vuUUlUUtThere were seattered and mingling in the throng, merchants, lawyers, clergymen, doctors, and gentlemen of elegant leisure. There were politicians of all the parties, swarming like locusts in August—gentlemen holding office, gentlemen seeking office, and gentlemen retired from the cares of office. Wherever the people are, there the candidates are gathered together; this is true as Scripture, and was fully illustrated in yesterday’s “Har-vest?Home.” Whether all went home satisfied that they would reap a rich harvest of rotes in October is best known to themselves.veasu-n-ut?S3Ut‘O-ofire«torepaIS-md,toheidre.mThe beautiful grove of towering beech trees under whose shade we met, was crowded to the outermost verge with horses and carriages, and the space in front of the speaker’s stand, where seats were provided, was filled with people. Many sat cosil^ in their vehicles and enjoyed the vantage ground for seeing and hearing. The morning speech, which we did not hear, was made by Judge Wm. Johnston, and was upon the importance of a high degree of intelligence to the farmer.The intermission was spent in junketing. This was done up with a completeness and heartiness indicative of good appetites. Tho way the baskets and hampers of good things were cleaned out was a caution to dyspeptics, and we never saw so many huge water-melons become suddenly invisible in so short a space of time before. By the generous courtesy of E. T. Carson, Esq., our well-known deputy sheriff, a table loaded with a feast of good things, was set out in a “neck of woods,” to which all comers were made welcome. This was known as “Carson Ranch,” and the wants of guests were hospitably suppliod by ladies in attendance.nreilliehs.1-33reIdidit,S3ineter30Ofllfsr.isofDinner over, the band sent forth a brazen summons from the platform, and the scattered congregation slowly gathered to a focus, save those—and their name was legion—who preferred to chat and walk about, and indulge in tender confidences under the thick shadows of the trees. So far as our observation extended, the amount of electioneering, and of courting, which went on tub ota, was about equal, and far more satisfactory to the participants than thfe public exercises.The latter, however, were far from uninteresting, and held the attention of a large audience for over two hours. First came a Harvest Song, sung by eight young ladies and four gentlemen, the refrain of which was nearly as follows:uOh, hofc meny ilie lay, ifho light and so gay,\Tesing of the farmers’ girU*; *f TIiih Is the lay, , JlW* carol to-day,Of the merry farmers' girls.0.After the “Star Spangled Banner,' the President of the Association, Judge Moguk, introduced Dr. J. A. Wartver, who made a brief, sensible, and very interesting speech on practical fruit culture. He took a big apple for a text, (the *tand was adorned with huge specimens of fruit, and surrounded with splendidsheaves of full headed wheat, from which the• 1 . • , a - * m . » «' ,golden grain peeped temptingly out) and wente-r,itd?!idinto the economics of fruit raising to goode11r.It-eioi-oddeepurpose.Dr. Warder was followed by T. J. Allen, Etq., Superintendent of Public Schools, who made a long and elaborate address. It was historical, philosophical, theological and rhetorical. It was garnished with numerous satirical allunaons, some of which were good hits,while others were failures. The theological diin urine nrst part of Mr. Allen’s discoursewas in curious contrast to the latter portion.The legend of Eve’s fall, by temptation of asmooth-spoken Serpent, “while airing her crinoline in the garden,” was, to say the least of it, in bad taste. Mr. Allen’s sketch of the mechanical progress of our age, and the characteristics of our scheming, inventive, restless, money-making people, was by far the best portion qf his address. Some of his historical citations of modern artssf1511r13known to the ancients, were rather apocryphal.—He described our modern Yankee as a shrewd calculator, equal to any fortune, confident of his ability to take charge of a steam engine or the Patent office, at a moment’snotice, ready to accept a seat in the Senate, or to condescend to the Presidency, provided only be were first satisfied by rigid calculation, that the net profits would be better than a steam saw-mill, a patent right, or a singing school. lie told a 3tory of a farmer’s subscription to a newspaper, which excited applause. The story ran that the farmer was in theeditor’s sanctum one day, complaining of being too poor to renew his subscription. The editor asked If the fanner kept hens? 1 Oh, yes,” was the response. .“Well,” says the editor, “I w ill send you the paper for one year, for the net produce of one good hen—more or less.” The farmer agreed. The paper was sent, the year rolled round, and the editor had forgotten all about it, when one day the farmer drove up with a load, and pulled out one pullet after another, till he laid before the astonished editor no less than seventeen fine(ftIVJCc1cVenI1bPr8tnfi1lt;drioiiiritipullet*, which, at twenty cents each, were worth three dollars and forty cents. He then added fix dozen eggs, worth sixty cents, and said this was in payment for subscription, as per agreement. “But,” says the editor, “the paper is only two dollars a year, and here is four dollar’s worth,” and he began rummaging an old dilapidated pocket book wherehSUlFPPtlt;Psr31there was no money. “Stop,” says the fanner, “a bargain is a bargain; your paper has been worth all that the hen produced—and it is yours; all I have to say is, I have learned that any man can afford to take a paper, who canafford to keep a good fat hen.”After the conclusion of Mr. Allen’s address, an attempt was made to give the audience some more vocal music, but the fair votaries of Euterpe had wandered off from song to dance, and were gaily tripping it “under the greenwood tree, ’’ to the music of a band. So J udgc Moore adjourned the assembly, with a benediction from Rev. Mr. Malky. The people,who had been rapidly thinning out for sometime, now took their various ways—somehomeward over the dusty roads, some to watchagain the merry dance, some to renew the sweet counsel of whispered confidence, and some to take a fresh pull at the ubiquitouswater-melons.The utmost order and good feeling pervaded the throng throughout the day, which wasow-wTT I ^ .a, •; ^ ft ft . • ^ ft hr A. ^ - 3L ^ • A. A ' —-de:ae'Pviwp?aRJaiolashiletlirgto the spirit and vigilance of t he committeekenany taint of rowdyism or intemper-ept the grounds freeof arrangements, who froancc, and excluded liquor selling, thus enabling ladies to particijiate with confidence inthe festival. “■ T:. -X? •Carrying1 the War Into T^oeal Polities.The Enquirer of yesterday, in an article on the Democratic County Convention, said: »“The delegatee should be men of good practical sense, and earnestly devoted to the sucres* of the nominees of the National Democracy, Douglas and Johnson. They should be Democrats who are not disposed to dodge an expression of opinion on our platform of candidates. Let them be men of hold hearts and sound heads, not trimmers or weaklings, afraidof their shadows.'In the present predicament of affairs, the above is somewhat significant. It is apparentthat the Douglas men are determined to carrytheir pretense of party regularity so far, as to take defeat even in local fights in preference to yielding a point and patching up a compromise. The Breckinridge men in this county are neither few nor feeble, and while if the Democratic party were a unit it would have but a small margin to rely upon, in a contest with the Republicans, the attitude of the Enquirer would seem well token to insure the defeat of the forthcoming ticket. There are elements of discord and w eakness constantly being developed among the Democracyhere as elsewhere, and ev idences multiply on every hand that it has abont finished its career. The old prestige of invincibility i« gone—and the efforts to restore the ancient diaci-lamasbisalb:a01aitosiwIDcemd(ylt;surifiiarfoer811ar\SdctbT1tontmWi8i]Iapliae will but complete tbe 4^crgaai**tioii-foi
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Cincinnati Daily Commercial
Cincinnati, Ohio, US
Fri, Aug 17, 1860
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