Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1894-09-24

cd water which is only waiting to DO
called up to irrigate the surface What
irrigation has done for Egypt and China
and is doing for the American desert
will be done for the idle acreage of
Australia. 1t has been demonstrated
again and again that better than the
rainfall it is to have waters gathered
into reservoirs. and SO droughts and
frcshets are avoided, and when you
want water you turn it on, and when
/ you want it to stop you turn it off. If
yon say there are not enough hills in
u..eralia to pour down the water upon
! Tie lands, l reply by asking, Where is
/ tie power of machinery? Science and
I'M prise will invent pump that
CO, 4 spout up the subterraneous and
hi len rivers, lakes and oceans of Aus
tr IA. Irrigation will yet .sbolish the
American desert, the Arabian desert,
! the great Sahara desert and the Austria
lia.l desert All hail to the agriculture
and mining and merchandise and man
uf2cture and art and opulence and re-
ligion of the coming generations of
AuStralia After awhile America, the
focus OF emigration from all lands, Will
be occupied and then, if not before,
Australia will call the millions of the
earth who want moro room and better
chance and easier livelihood to pass
through the same ocean gate that open
ed for us few days ago, and to feel
the welcome blooming from the same
skies, and reaching out from the same
Hawkesbury sandstone, and breathing
in the balsamic atmosphere, and fash
inc I,n Il 80 Arh-
less harbor.
While debating this letter 20 Il ste
nographer in Sydney and looking off
upon it's harbor / hear the chimes Of the
bells from the tower Of the postoffice.
1t is the only postonice that | have ever
known to be graccd by such charm of
harmonies. But how appropriate, for the
postOfjfco of every city rings out more
music or tolls more sadness than any
oth0r building There are the piles of
let. ) with joyful tidings and hilarious
surprises and marriage announcements,
and every postoffice ought TO have a
chime of wedding bells. But every post
Office has piles OF letters with stories of
sadness and bereavement and loss and
death and burial and therefore such a
building ought to have bells TO sound
the l1nell and bells to toll the grief
Ring on, We bells of Sydney postotice,
and sound over yonder harbor your mer-
riment or sadnessi Four times every
hour that tower showers it's chimes. At
each quarter hour the air is stirred with
it's melodies, but at the close of each
full hour the effect is very peculiar.
Tinl1lo and clash and Jingle and roll 90
the sweet metallic voices, as much as
to say: "Be CHEEKY while tho moments |
go by. Move as brislIly as you can and /
let the passing moments keep step with |
the sounding joy Bat, while you are |
suddenly there comes in the |
mighty stroke of the postofJice clock in
deepest and most reverberatins tone, let
ting you know that one more hour of
time is forever past, and it sounds sol
emn and tremendous, as though ut every
stroke it sid of the hour just departed:
GONE! Gone! Gona!"
Tie deep bass OF that last sound over
towering the merry sopranos that pre-
coded it. So the, glad2eescs and solem-
mites commingle. But perhaps | may
have I-ieintcrprcted tho utterlncos of
that heavy and mighty cloc. III the post
office tower. 1t seemed like the death
knell of the hour and seemed to say,
''Gone, goner' But, now that 1 think it
ovcr that bell might have been III a diff
ferent mood from what / thought, for
bells have moods, and they weep, and
they laugh, and they dance, and they
groan. 1t may be that the resounding
md overpoworing stroke i'll that tower
might have been one of invitation, and
that because this harbor is the ocean gate
Of an almost infinitude of opportunity,
md the mines are waiting for more
,rowbars, and the pasturage is waiting
or more hoc,zs, and the hillsides are
waiting for more cities, and the pic
uresque is waiting for moro artists and
he fields are waiting for more plows,
md the printing presses are waiting
or more authors, and the fora is wait
ng for moro botanists, and the skies
lre waiting for more astronomers, and
he churches arc waiting for more wor
hipers, and these lands are waiting for I
more occupants and this harbor is wait
ng for more merchantmen, the bell of
he postoffce tower is really sending
orth welcome word to the people of
II lands and the voyagers of all seas,
aging, "Come, come, GOMEZ
T. De WITT TALMAGE.
IT, HoP.> GIL XN/o