Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1888-08-23
ELOQUENT AND TRUE.

An immense Millers' Convention was
held in Buffalo, n. Y, last June, which
was addressed by Senator Arkell among
others. His special subject was the
quaint one of Bags and Bagging,"
which the eloquent speaker invested
with genuine interest. We avail our
selves of an opportunity to present
specimen-the conclusion of-this re-
markab,e and truthful speech to our
readers:
"The romance of the old milling days,
the splash of the lazy water-wheel, and
the glad gable of the released brook,
the gathering of gossipy customers dis
cussing month-old events, are forever
gone. Romance is dead; it was not rO-
nance when living. The lauded good
times. like the tints of the rainbow, are
only thus colOred because beyond our
reach The swift forces of nature, CO.
creed to service by human intelligence,
have woven together, with wire and rail
and the shuttles of steam, the remotest
lands of the planet. The struggle for
human comfort and 'the pursuit of hap
piness,' is no longer between men, but
between peoples. 1t is no longer con-
test of neighbors: it is contest of ma
tions. The injection OF fresh discoveries,
the development of new lands, like the
thrown stone in still lake, spreads the
widening circle of its waves and washes
all shores The Pennsylvania oil geyser
lights the pagOdaS of HindOStan, and the
valley of the African Congo is now be-
ing planted by ex-cannibals with Amer
lean cottonseed. The East Indian Gov
ernment, under a five per cent. guaran-
tee on the investment, is gridironiDg the
base of the Himalayas with railroads
which freight, swiftly and cheaply, their
hitherto unstable wheat. The output
from Bombay has grown from nothing
to between 30,000,000 to 40,OOO,OOO
bushels. You, gentleman, know its quail
itv, and while not of the best, it pushes
by, crowding our good grain out of the
market Australia has joined Russia In
feeding the world, and now the Argen-
tine Republic reports 35,0O0,OOO bushels
of wheat as its annual export.
Every year the competition in the
European markets grows closer, and the
fluctuations of glut and sparseness
sharper, quicker and more uncertain.
The evident One-sided English anxiety
to gain control of our valuable markets
is probably prompted not so much by a
feeling of philanthropy as of scltishness.
1t reminds one of an incident l heard
of, where two darkies, one old and some
what feble, the other robust and healthy
fisherman, were sitting together on the
slippery edge of a deep water-hOle, when
by some accident or stupidity the young
er one fell in. In moment the gray
haired African plunged into the dan
gerous element, with an effort rescued
his companion, and brought him soak
| ing to the shore. A spectator who hur-
ried to the scene complimented the elder
on his courage and devotion, saying, 81
suppose this young fellow is your son?''
mo, massa, he's no boy of mine" Your
nephew. or some relation?" NO, boss;
no relative, no kim" "Well it was kind
of YOU, under the circumstances, to risk
his rescue" "Well you see, massa, he
couldn't swim. l didn't care much fol
the nigger, but to tell you de trufe, de
reason | went after him was dat he had
all de bait" 1t is pretty evident that
the United States to-day is to the Euro
pean philanthropist simply the darkey
who carries the bait.
1--WE have but one positive and un-
shakable grip on a market and that
market is our own. Political wisdom is
that which will nourish and widen II
and increase it by the Shrewd policy OF
fostering diversity of industries and at
tempting the possible balance of con
sumption and supply. This Republic is
and can be the most sclf-cOntalneC
country on the planet Its vertebra
bristle with all the minerals. The prai
ries drape it with golden grain. Torches
of natural fire belt the continent witt
inspiring light. Columbia, loftier THAI
any statue of liberty, touches with one
hand the glaciers of Alaska and witt
the other plucks the unfrOsted fruits OF
the tropics. Sixty millions of people
gather daily at her table. 1t is there
that YOU are called to feed. Is it moi
wise and well to care for those close tC
us.whose dollars, spinning around the
land, from finger to finger, come back tC
the starting hand?
"Now, with the flavor and shaping OF
a benediction, that the benelicence OF
your guild was sung by the first anC
oldest poet in the world, Homer, as hi
touched his barbed harp, and turned hi'
sightless eyes towards the Olympiar
lights, sang:
"'Thc mills Of the gods Grind slowly,
But they grind exceedingly Tine