The weather.
--The present is what the old farmer calls ‘"good growing weather."’ So it is.--Heaven could not smile more beneficently upon our coming crops. But, while nature exhibits her bounty in her preservation and advancement of the cereal, the source of light and heat through which she smiles upon us is like the baneful odor of the Upas tree to our wounded. The harvest of grain is not the only one which she augments. The harvest of death is made much more abundant by this sweltering sun of July.