York, of Pennsylvania, or of New England say to the idea of walking on
Sunday to church, at the head of his family, in his jacket _two years
old?_ What will the young man say, when, his work ended, he desires to
visit the families of his neighbors, to the one pair of pantaloons, not
quite two years old, indeed, but, as the farmers say of a colt, "coming
two next grass," and which, for eighteen months, have every day done
yeoman's service? Away with it all! Away with this plan of humbling and
degrading the free, intelligent, well-educated, and well-paid laborer of
the United States to the level of the almost brute laborer of Europe!
There is not much danger that schemes and doctrines such as these shall
find favor with the people. They understand their own interest too well
for that. Gentlemen, I am a farmer, on the sea-shore, [7] and have, of
course, occasion to employ some degree of agricultural labor. I am
sometimes also rowed out to sea, being, like other New England men, fond
of occasionally catching a fish, and finding health and recreation, in
warm weather, from the air of the ocean. For the few months during which I
am able to enjoy this retreat from labor, public or professional, I do not
often trouble my neighbors, or they me, with conversation on politics. It
happened, however, about three weeks ago, that, on such an excursion as I
have mentioned, with one man only with me, I mentioned this doctrine of
the reduction of prices, and asked him his opinion of it. He said he did
not like it. I replied, "The wages of labor, it is true, are reduced; but
then flour and beef, and perhaps clothing, all of which you buy, are
reduced also. What, then, can be your objections?" "Why," said he, "it is
true that flour is now low; but then it is an article that may rise
suddenly, by means of a scanty crop in England, or at home; and if it
should rise from five dollars to ten, I do not know for certain that it
would fetch the price of my labor up with it. But while wages are high,
then I am safe; and if produce chances to fall, so much the better for me.
But there is another thing. I have but one thing to sell, that is, my
labor; but I must buy many things, not only flour, and meat, and clothing,
but also some articles that come from other countries,--a little sugar, a
little coffee, a little tea, a little of the common spices, and such like.
Now, I do not see how these foreign articles will be brought down by
reducing wages at home; and before the price is brought down of the only
thing I have to sell, I want to be sure that the prices will fall also,
not of a part, but of all the things which I must buy."
Now, Gentlemen, though he will be astonished, or amused, that I should
tell the story before such a vast and respectable assemblage as this, I
will place the argument of _Seth Peterson_, sometimes farmer and
sometimes fisherman on the coast of Massachusetts, stated to me while
pulling an oar with each hand, and with the sleeves of his red shirt
rolled up above his elbows, against the reasonings, the theories, and the
speeches of the administration and all its friends, in or out of Congress,
and take the verdict of the country, and of the civilized world, whether
he has not the best of the argument.
Since I have adverted to this conversation, Gentlemen, allow me to say
that this neighbor of mine is a man fifty years of age, one of several
sons of a poor man; that by his labor he has obtained some few acres, his
own unencumbered freehold, has a comfortable dwelling, and plenty of the
poor man's blessings. Of these, I have known six, decently and cleanly
clad, each with the book, the slate, and the map proper to its age, all
going at the same time daily to enjoy the blessing of that which is the
great glory of New England, the common free school. Who can contemplate
this, and thousands of other cases like it, not as pictures, but as common
facts, without feeling how much our free institutions, and the policy