The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1892-04-02
The Homes of Industry.

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Inv Hon. w. J. Bryan, of Nebraska
| desire to say, Mr.. Chairman, that tins
Republican party, which is responsible Tor
the present system, has stolen from the
vocabulary one of its dearest words ana ue,
oased its use. Its orators have prated
about home industries while they have neg
lected the most important of home indus
tries-the home of the citizen. The DEM
ocratic party, so far from being hostile to
the home industries is the only champion
unless our friends here, the Independents,
will Join with us, of the real home industry
of this country.
When some young man selects young
woman who is willing to trust her future
to his strong right arm, and they start to
build little home, that home which is the
unit of society and upon which our Gov
eminent and our prosperity must rest
when they start to build tnis little home,
and the man who sells the lumber reaches
out his hand to collect a tariff upon that;
the man who sells paints and oils wants
tariff upon them; the man who furnishes
the carpets, tablecloths, knives, forks, dish
es, furniture, spoons, everything that en-
tiers into the construction and operation OF
that home-when all these hands, | say,
are stretched out from every direction to
lay their blighting weight upon that cot
tage and the Democratic party says, Hands
off, and let that home industry live, 1t Is
protecting the graudest home industry that
this or any other nation ever had.
And am willing that you, our friends
ON the other side, shall have what consola-
ton you may gain from the protection OF
those "home industries" which have crown
ed with palatial residences the hills OF New
England, if you will simply give us the
credit of being the champions of the homes
of this land 1t would seem that il any
appeal could find listening ear in this
legislative hall it ought to be the appeal
that comes up from those co-tenants OF
earth's only paradise; but your party has
neglected them; more, it has spurned and
spit them. When they asked for bread
you gave them stone, and when they
asked for a fish you gave them serpent
You have laid upon them burdens grievous
to be borne. You have filled their days
with toll and their nights with anxious
care, and when they cried aloud for relief
you were deaf to their entreaties.
1t is said that when Ulysses was APP
preaching the island of the Sirens, warned
beforehand of their seductive notes, he put
wax into the ears of his sailors and then
strapped himself to the mast of the ship,
so that. hearing. he could not heed. So
our friends upon the other side tell that
there is depression in agriculture, and Il
cry has come up from the people; but the
leaders Of your party have, as 1t were, filled
with wax the ears Of their associates, and
then have 81 tied themselves, by promises
made before the election to the protected
interests, that, hearing, they cannot heed.
Out in the West the people have been
taught to worship this protection. 1t has
been IA god to many of them. But | be-
lieve that the time for worship has passed.
There is in Australia what is known as the
cannibal tree 1t grows not very high, and
spreads out its leaves like great arms until
they touch the ground. In the top Is
little cup, and in that cup mysterious
KIM Oh money EpiuC vi tiAS hieiNSS WI
ship the tree, and on their festive days they
they gather around it, singing and dancing
and then, as part Of their ceremony, they
select one of their number, and at the point
of spears drive him up over the leaves on
to the tree; he drinks of the honey, he be-
comes intoxicated as it were, and then
those arms, as if instinct with life, rise up;
they encirclc him in their folds, and, as
they crush him to death, his companions
stand around shouting and singing for joy.
Protection has been our cannibal tree
and as one after another of our farmers has
been driven by the force of circumstances
upon the tree and has been crushed within
its folds, his companions have stood around
and shouted, "Great is protection :!
But the dream has passed, the night is
gone, and in the East we see more than
the light of coming day. A marvellous
change has taken place, and, rising from
their political mourners' benches through
out the Northwest, their faces radiant with
a new-found joy, multitudcs are ready to
declare their allegiance to the cause of
tariff reform.