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ople.lowsedo. to bo1 the: but » n toe do.ique, as ait isale;aehsnail oat Sect tuchthe the ibor ittle or itdle-dle-itt oilloreandera. cial ner-and We stiff ken on sin. t ane on ileas crit-!S it.bon-Bim-ho3ey.— live3 as:clu-?on-butness-outpeo-y.~w ofare3 to, weier-ens-hanred, •r to the find irse. banponwelies,balltheithces.all-!Cp3weuldandbat,lessinoectherbe.1 ofselfthis! Ofre-eer,butuldug,*ndiveOil Irer.ofIX t-id-ili*theildi to undomdtu-iff-tedmeiveiten-for)n-iis,se--icsm-ofallhendteredte,Harvest Home Celebration at CheviotYesterday, iALL BOKTS OF A OOOD tin*.The “Harvest Home Association of GreenTownship celebrated their annual festival yesterday, in Nixon b beautiful tr re just nor h of Cheviot. The day wae a magnificent one, ihe cool weathrr of tho past week being ju t sufficiently tempered by the ardora of the sun to be comfortable. The turnout was extensivetTTand most respectable—comprising a large representation from the citv, as well as a hostiff' If:;-from the surrounding rural population.At the early hour of nine, the people began to gather, and the stream of vehicles, wending their way to the grove, kept on increasing until about four P. M., when there must have been nearly three thousand people on the grounds. They came in wagons, buggies, rockaways, barouches, omnibuses and on horseback. They came with cheerful looks and pleasant feces, as if resolved to drivq dull care away, for a day, at least. There were farmers, and farmers' wives, and farmers’daughters,«( All rirafltIn their Sunday’s beat,”and bent on pleasure, though “with a frugal mind;” for the full stores of home-made lunch constituted the whole expense of the entertainment. There were stalwart men, handsome womeu, and whole troops of children. There were scattered and mingling in the throng, merchants, lawyers, clergymen, doctors, aud gentlemen of elegant leisure. There were politicians of all the parties, swarming like locusts in August—gentlemen holding office, gentlemen seeking officei 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-vesFHome.” Whether all went home satisfied that they would reap a rich harvest of votes in October is best known to themselves.The beamiful 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, w here 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 wasupon the importance of a high degree of intelligence to the farmer.The intermission was spent in junketing. This w'as done up with a completeness and heartiness indicative of good appetites. Tho way the baskets and harajiera 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 w ere made welcome. This was known as “Carson Ranch,” and the ivants of guests were hospitably suppliod by ladies in attendance.Dinner 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:‘■Oh, hov merry the lay,hc» light and so pay,TTc sing of the I'armors’ girl#; i*f This is the lav, I?We carol to-day,Of the merry farmer#' girl#.'*'After the “Star Spangled Banner,' the President of the Association, Judge Moguk, introduced Dr. J. A. Warder, who made a brief, sensible, and very interesting speech on practical fruit culture. He took a big apple for a text, (the .'-laud was adorned with huge specimens of fruit, and surrounded with splendid sheaves of full headed wheat, from which the golden grain peeped temptingly out) and went into the economics of fruit raising to goodpurpose.Dr. Warder was followed by T. J. Allen, Esq., Superintendent of Public Schools, who made a long and elaborate address. It was historical, philosophical, theological and rhetorical. It was garnished with numerous satirical alluwons, some of which were good hits,while others were failures. The theological dim of me 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 hercrinoline 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 arts known 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 momeni’s notice, ready to accept a seat in the Senate, or to condescend to the Presidency, provided only he 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 story of a farmer’s subscription to a newspaper, which excited applause. The story ran that the farmer was in the editor’s sanctum one dajr, complaining of being too poor to renew hi3 subscription. The editor asked if the fanner kept hens? ‘ Oh,yes,” was the response. .“Well,” saya theushethre-rnis-R.Ir.ofndlOtnd,h-m-nyasoneditor, “I will send yon the paper for one year, for the net produce of one good hen—more or less.” The former 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 palled out one pullet after another, till he laid before the astonished editor no less than seventeen fine1HehoiancJoitorsorprcsivbotbeiofItwlt;fee,tennot a 1theproaccthoedI « (weiofquaevtas iingauccenilegair-ehocmnuimo:too,thebiokmyoitogwhatilt;1muftSBtoDo*ftsprThiantspecili onl wit rah tun full a dlistbeeofAvasab wit rela;noi to InetEintitweseamusirs8C.UandthoaudAmTheno’the(ubdietin os the fore plalt;red ipenTtowwasimptheof tiwitltbrtaboioldtof sin t sunl to tlSOOIHeeHeeHe idrivmatto g “getcrovmonmenoperdiffiamilt;Prqcomers,readOttij«ge,to blt; pule just defeiWcheslookThes one w ho; ed ▼ menHeciling)headpicasrounamicthroTrnounfrien*3 Milate dism ring of £:a•0-leLLaso-■s-vlidmrclierohepullets, which, at twenty cents each, were worth three dollars and forty cents. He then added six dozen eggs, worth sixty cents, and said this was in payment for subscriptiow, 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 in an old dilapidated pocket book where there was no money. “Stop,” says the fanner, “a bargain is a bargain; your paper has been worth all that the hen produced—aud it is yours; all I have to say is, I have learned thatany 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 w as 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 udge Moore adjourned the assembly, with a benediction from Rev. Mr. Malky. The people, who had been rapidly thinning out for some time, now took their various ways—some homeward over the dusty roads, some to watchagain the merry dance, some to renew the sweet counsel of w hisprred confidence, and some to take a fresh pull at the ubiquitous water-melons.The utmost order and good feeling pervaded the throng throughout the day, which wasow-HZ ft ^ 3KT * lt;HlLj —J 331 •* f Ai if: .in ( late 1 State2 WBFernphiapartitoilelpieceprice“set”door;enoumammomand,evenAPostvisit*well-montperorcimei axe fiand i of th as arlt; hundlengttweeiing to the spirit and vigilance of the committeeYepfrom any taint of rowdyism orof arrangements, whoept the grounds freeintemperance, and excluded liquor selling, thus enabling ladies to participate with confidence in the festival.le.Carrying the War Into local Politics.The Enquirer of yesterday, in an article on the Democratic County Convention, said: *Thlateljnativ a cigf shoul is ral ally by so a Sta-one namusto thlt;sunlijThPo
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Cincinnati Daily Commercial
Cincinnati, Ohio, US
Fri, Aug 17, 1860
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