Milford chronicle. [volume] (Milford, Del.) 1878-1974, 1896-03-13

A Nations morning.
You must remember it is only about 2
O'Clock in the morning of our nations
life. Great cities are to flash and roar
among what are called the Bad Lands"
Of the Dakotas and the great " Columbia
Plains" of Washington state and that on
which weput our sohoolboy fingers on the
map and spelled out as tho Great Aueri-
can DESERT" is through systematic and
consummating irrigation, to bloom like
Chatsworth park and DO made more pro-
ductive than those regions dependent upon
uncertain and spasmodio rainfall. All
those regions as well as those regions al
ready cultivated to be inhabited That
was a sublime thing said by Henry Clay
while crossing the Allegheny mountains
and he was waiting for the stage horses to
be rested, as he stood on rock, arms
folded, looking of into the valley, and
some one said to him, Mr.. Clay, what
are you thinking aboutg" He replied, II
am listening to the oncoming tramp of the
future generation of America. Have
you laid our home missionary scheme on
such an in1nitude of scale? If the work
Of bringing ono soul to God is so great,
can / 1000, COO 600 be captured? In this
country, already planted and TO be over
como, paganism has built its altar to
Brahma, and tho Chinese are already burn
ing incense in their temples, and MOham-
mechanism, drunk in other days with the
red wine of human blood at Lucknow
and Cawnpur, and now fresh from the
diabolism in Armenia, is trying to get q
foothold here, and from the minarets Of
her mosques will yet humble her bias
phemies, saying, "God is great, and No
manned is his prophet. Then there are
the vaster multitudes with 10 religion at
all. They worship no God they live with
no consolation, and they die with no hope.
No star of peace points down to the man
ger in which they are born, and no prayer
is uttered over tho grave into which they
sink. Then there is alcoholism, its piled
up demijohns and beer barrels and hogs
heads Of fiery death, a barricado high and
long as tho Alleghanies and Rockies and
Sierra Novadas, pouring forth day and
night their ammunition Of Indebtedness
and Voc When a German wants to take
q drink, he takes beer. When an English
man wants TO take a drink, he takes ale.
When ScOtohman wants to takea drink,
he takes whisky. But when an American
wants to take drink he takes anything
he can lay his hands on.
Plenty of statistics to tell how much
money is spent in this country for rum
and how many drunkards die But who
will give us tho statistics Of how many
hearts arc crushed under tho heel of this
worst demon Of the conturiesY How many
homes blastedf How nienv children turn
ed out OF the world, accursed with stigma
Of debnGched ancestry? Until the worm
of the distillery becomes the worm that
never dies and the smoke Of the heated
wine watts becomes the smoke Of the tor
ment that ascendeth up forever and eyerl
Alcoholism, swearing-not with hand up
lifted toward heaven, for from that diroc-
tion It can get no help, bur with right
hand stretched down toward the perdition
from which it came up--swearing that it
viii not cease as long as there are any
homesteads to despoiI, any magnificent
men and women to destroy, any immortal
souls to damn, any more nations toiialk,
any more civilizations to eztinsuisK.
Wicked and Lazy.
Then there is what in America we call