Text: Joel li, 24,-"" And the floors shall be fall of wheat.'
I remember once seeing a picture that presented a very vivid description of the world at the present time. It showed that in spite of all our reficements we are the of Joel's day In the centre was 8 farmer reaping his wheat; not with th ancient hook bat with a patent reaper which, as Richard Jefferies finely said, ie jost ae picturesque as the reaping book, when ite red fans shine in the can among the golden wheat ears, Around the Great field in which the farmer was Teaping every class of humanity was massed, eagerly watching hi The joiner ig his bass, the de ul collier, the king, the noble, schoolgirl and schoolboy, they were as intently watching the red blades of the reaper cating the corn as s crowd watches the final of " great athletic event. All these men had their business, bat there was not one of them had any business #0 pressing that the farmer reap hi Which thing isa us think of that first been watching the farmer. in that picture, Let a man beas rich as Crasns be is as mach thrown back on the labour of the farmer as the poor man "Floors fall of wheat we must jon wheal silly pride of town-Awellsrs we may call the farm-Isbourer a yokel, ae if it was not " more difficalt thing to thatch a rick than to watch Inthe doing your work; we may bare the most superfine sensibilities and talk "high" art and "high" mu may be saints of the first or "floors fall of wheat we must have. Harvest Sunday brings us to the bedrock. There are other commodities that are osefol and pleasant bat the is pepper harvest raises " very languid interest. We do not read of very serious riots in a town because there is no geological museum or art gallery. It mill be a long time before we do; but we have heard a great deal about bread riots lately, Museums and picture galleries oat 'A good many millions have lived comfortably without
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