But truths on which depends our main concern, -Cowper. When truth or virtue an affront endures, The affront is mine, my friend, and should be yours. -Pope Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through. -George Eliot. THE BURSTING OF THE "OVERCROWDED BUBBLE Opposite page 9 11 Opposite page 24 166 BIMETALLIC PRICES 167 CHART C. CHART A.-"HOME OF THE MORTGAGED'FREE'” MAP OF UNITED STATES SHOWING WHY THE COUNTRY IS "OVERCROWDED RELATIVE URBAN DENSITY OF POPULATION CLASS DISTRIBUTION OF WEALTH DIAGRAM OF WEALTH, PRODUCTION, POPULATION, ETC. 659 661 Are there no slaves to-day? While we sit here at play, None sorry nor oppressed, who without hope or rest There is no man alive, however he may strive, Allowed to own the work of his own hands. Bliss Carman. Grimly the same spirit looks into the law of Property, and accuses men of driving a trade in the great boundless Providence which had given the air, the water, and the land to men to use and not to fence in and monopolise.-(" The Times.") I cannot occupy the bleakest crag of the White Hills or the Allegheny Range, but some man or corporation steps up to me to show me that it is his.-("The Conservative.") Touch any wood, or field, or house lot on your peril; but you may come and work in ours for us, and we will give you a piece of bread.-("The Conservative.") Of course, whilst another man has no land, my title to mine, your title to yours, is at once vitiated.-("Man the Reformer.") Ralph Waldo Emerson. 64 "What are you reading, son?" asked a Roman merchant one day. A description from one of the Sybilline books," he replied. 'It is there foretold that an invasion from the North will come upon our empire, when it becomes corrupt, and some say it is so now." Drop it, my son, drop it," said the old gentleman, hastily. These people are always foreseeing something, generally unpleasant. Why, we are getting richer and richer, and our boundaries are extending in every direction. Every day I meet a king or two at dinner." But there are barbarians, are there not?" Oh, yes, a few million or so, who shake to see the sunshine on our Roman eagles." The son closed the book with a troubled expression. Suppose they should-" he murmured. And they did.—“An Optimist," in The Denver Catholic. |