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founded. And, to follow the suggestion to its logical confiscation. Let all property bear the taxation that its
conclusion, the information for the editorial discussion protection entails. Let there be, as in France, income
may often be best obtained by doing the reporter's and succession taxes to prune the overgrown; regu-
work, while the use of the reporter as an editorial lation of and restraint upon corporations; a limitation
writer upon events which he has described in the news of land ownership. These are the lines for the labor
columns is to be recommended upon occasion, and has movement.
been tried with no small success. A learned judge once The business world tends to congestion of the brain
said to me that he had no faith in the conclusions of - grows vertiginous, apoplectic. Here a little deple.
a court where the judges did n't travel a circuit, and I tion is good.
have also noticed that this same shrewd observer al- The labor conventions spread themselves too much,
ways uses the nominative plural in referring to any entangle themselves in outside and doubtful matters.
judicial act of his own. The “we” had its advantages “One war at a time," said Mr. Lincoln.
in jurisprudence as in newspapers.
Newark, N. J.

W. T. Hunt,

W'. M. Dickson.
Confiscation no Remedy.

General Sheridan and his Troops. In his book Henry George clamors boldly for the

The admirable and graphic description of “ The confiscation of the land; for its seizure by the state

Western Soldier," in THE CENTURY for May, will inwithout compensation to the owner. But of late, in his

terest every reader who served in the Western military paper and speeches, he would reach this confiscation departments; but all will not agree with the statement indirectly, by imposing upon land the whole weight that the men "would have liked Sheridan more if he of taxation. How would this operate, for example, in had been less severe." Ohio? In that State the land now, it may be, bears

Previous to being ordered East, General Sheridan one-third of the taxes; the improvements and personal commanded a division of the Fourth Corps, Army of property the other two-thirds. To place all upon the the Cumberland, and as such made himself exceedingly land would increase its burden threefold and propor. popular with his men. The dash and enthusiasm he tionally decrease its value, and to this extent confiscate possessed made him peculiarly suited to handle Westit. Much of the land would not be worth the tax and

ern men. They soon learned that when he exacted a would be given up. Thus as to this the confiscation difficult service there would be no undue exposure unwould be complete. Mr. George sees all this and less a definite result was reasonably certain. Thoughtwould make the change gradually. But here the first fulness of his men's comfort was shown in little things. step would tell; the future would be discounted and the Those who were with General Buell's army during the confiscation would immediately take place. Does any Perryville campaign will call to mind the dusty“ pikes” one believe that the landed interest, the farmers of of Kentucky during that memorable pursuit of Bragg. Ohio, would submit to this ? Could it be enforced Many of the troops were raw recruits under the 600except at the expense of a war in comparison with

000 call of July and August, 1862; and beneath the which the late conflict were a tame thing ?

weight of a newly made soldier's knapsack the art Hence, whatever its theoretic merits may be, George's of war was learned under depressing conditions. At plan is outside of practical politics. It is simply impos. Perryville some heard the “szip" of bullets not many sible. The cities could not force it upon the country.

weeks after their enlistment. The season was dry, and Therefore, with all his excellent intentions,- and I

water exceedingly scarce; while the dust from broken freely concede these,– Henry George is a disturbing

limestone was not soothing to throat, nose, and eyes. force, an incubus upon the labor cause. He arrays

the It was the custom of general officers to make their farming interest against it; he distracts its council, headquarters, in the evening, at houses near the camps paralyzes its action, sows distrust and suspicion abroad. of their respective commands, and to start, next mornHe is indeed the unwitting ally of the monopolist.

ing, after the army was in motion. If they wished to His generalization rests upon too narrow a basis: get to the head of the column,“

was the he speaks from a personal experience. His education word, while officers, staff, orderlies, and body-guard in California vividly impressed upon him the evils of galloped by, leaving us in the cloud raised by clatterland monopoly and land speculation. He rushed to ing hoofs. I call to mind General Sheridan's habit the conclusion that these things are the authors of all under like circumstances. Instead of putting his men our social woes. He forgets that the body politic, like

to such discomfort, he went leisurely round them, the natural body, is a very complex affair, and that no through the fields, giving words of cheer and encourone specific will reach all its ills. Indeed, monopoly agement to the boys as he passed along. of any species of property is an evil; of food, for in

No, General Sheridan was not severe with his men, stance, even a greater evil than of land. The great in the sense of being arrogant towards them, or illmonopolists, plutocrats, ignore land and escape taxa- treating them. And those who served under him in tion. What care they where the nominal owne

nership is, the West will always cherish his memory, so that the if they gather the fruit? They really view with come picture of “Little Phil” on his big black horse will placency George's land taxation theory: it will relieve

not soon fade from their minds. them of the little taxes they now pay.

C. L. Gabrilson, The remedy is restraint, pruning, regulation, not New HAMPTON, IA. Co. I, 24th Wis. Vol. Infantry.

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A Song of the Road.

A Purpose.

Come, comrades, since the way is long
Let 's 'liven it by tune and song,
And greeting give to all we pass;
To white-of-head, to light-of-head,
To matron grave and laughing lass.

Hurrah for lane and by-way,
For distant path and nigh way,
For friends we greet, for foes we meet,

Along the world's broad highway!
'Tis morning break: lithe limbs are strong;
Who dreams of crime and guilt and wrong?
Yon youngling and his violet eyes?
Nay, light-of-mind and love-so-blind
Are wisdom-proof and folly wise.

Hurrah for lane and by-way,
For distant path and nigh way,
For friends we greet, for foes we meet,
Along the world's broad highway!

It is good to have a purpose ;
I approve

of it, of course;
All the people who have purposes

I cordially indorse;
But there's one especial purpose

Which has struck me with much force.
It is not my own, this purpose

It is very far indeed
From a personal possession,

Or I surely should not need
To make mention of it sadly,

Or to give it any heed. 'Tis a sort of general purpose,

Owned by several witnesses; 'T is no doubt a lofty purpose,

But the mystery is this:
That, full often as I've heard of it,

I don't know what it is !
I have only seen its shadow

On the wrong side of the screen
Which veils it from the public;

Now, what may this shadow mean? 'Tis — “Not suited to the purpose of the


Margaret Vandegrif.

At the Door.

'T is noontide: let us spend an hour
Dream drinking ere we lose the power,
And all our pleasure disappears,
Since slight-of-heart and blight-of-heart
Have sworn the goblet smacks of tears.

Hurrah for lane and by-way,
For distant path and nigh way,
For friends we greet, for foes we meet,

Along the world's broad highway !
'T is night and low: foul thieves have mobbed
The weak ones here and left them robbed
Of hope, and faith, and love, and rest;
But sure-of-soul and pure-of-soul
Still fold their treasures to their breast.

Hurrah for lane and by-way,
For distant path and nigh way,
For every one whose journey's done,
Who's gained the distant sky-way!

Julie M. Lippmann

It was just for a moment Rose stopped at the door,

In the dim twilight,
And I halted and stammered, and said no more

Than just —“Good-night.”
Yet now I can think of a host of things

That I meant to say ; And the words come as fast as if they had wings,

When she is away. For I think her charming, but how can she know


Just Bloomed.

COME, Marie, take your feathered hat, And shoulder-cape, and piquant muff, Some repartees, a laugh, a glance, And in your sleeve a sly rebuff, -Come, Marie, come!

Come dancing down the stairs, and call
Some trite remark that sounds divine;
Be saucy at your mother's care
About your wraps ; my aid decline
About your glove.
I know not why a foolish girl
Should seem so wise - - to be so sweet;
Nor why, without a glimpse of soul,
You are a creature quite complete,
And somewhat rare.

Let me but gaze upon your cheek, And catch the fervor of your eye, And note the dimple at your lip When I declare that I shall die Without your love!

Rose Ilazotho

What I think aright,
When the best I can do is to stammer so,

* Good-night”?

And say

Walter Learned.

A Flag of Truce.

Nay, you have frowned enow,
Unknit that threatening brow,
Put wrath away,

While you may.
Life is too bare of bliss
That we our share should miss,
So make amends,

And be friends.

G. Preston.

The Reason.

With proudly lifted head,
With joy the Rose blushed red;
While the Lily, drooping near,
Let fall the dewy tear:
Julia the Rose had kissed,
The Lily's beauty missed.

George Birdseye.


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VERY Englishman has done

the Thames, and the time to do it, since everything in England must be done in its season, is the summer.

Oxford is the starting-point. The few track the shy Thames's shore “above the locks, above the boating throng"; the many come downward with the flood. Once we decided upon the course of the many we were urged to change it for that of the few. But we found that above the locks, which begin near Oxford, are damsor

“weirs," as they are called on the Thames,—not easy to pass; and we also learned that it is the boating throng which has made the Thames the rival of any water-way in the world and given it a character all its own.

On Wednesday, the ist of August, we drove to Salter's landing-place, though it was pouring. It had been raining more or less steadily for two months, so there seemed no reason to wait for clear weather. Hitherto we had looked upon Oxford only as the university town, but now we came to know it as the Mecca of all river tourists. Were its colleges to disappear one by one, were Ruskin to be forgotten, so long as Salter's boat-house stands by Folly Bridge it will be the trysting-place for the oarsmen of England.

Our boat, which was new, had not yet been launched, but was still at the builder's. It was a pair-oared skiff, but shorter and broader than those generally seen on the Thames —“a fam

. ily boat,” an old river man called it with contempt. Its great feature was the green waterproof canvas cover which stretched over three iron hoops and converted it for all practical purposes into a small, a very small

, house-boat. By a complicated arrangement of strings the canvas could be rolled up and fastened on top so as, theoretically, not to interfere with our view of the river banks on bright days; or it could be let down to cover the entire boat from stern to bow — an umbrella by day, a whole hotel by night.

Salter seemed surprised to see us; why, I do not know, for two or three parties started down the river before us. In one boat a girl in a bright pink mackintosh sat in the stern under an umbrella. The men in their clinging wet flannels looked as if they had just been taking headers in the stream. In the midst of a weak and damp hurrah from one ancient boatman, the Rover was at last pushed off its trestles, and, with a vigorous shove, sent clear across the Thames. There was no baptism with champagne; only the everlasting rain was poured Copyright, 1889, by THE CENTURY Co. All rights reserved.


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