Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1901-11-28

own after town until every CLEAN on thc
wave Of the lakes is answered by the
lean Of city towers and the roar of the
'cpan at ore side Of the each harbor has
Jcen answered by the din Of a great mo
ropolis on the other 100000 miles Of
coal running side by side with 10000
square miles Of iron, the iron to pry out
tho coal. the coal TO forge and smet the
iron? Make This calculation for your
selves if you can make il: If England's
coal bed, 32 miles long by 5 miles wide,
can keep, es it does, 1850 600 spindlcs
at work In that small island. what may
we not expect Of our national industries
when 10000 square miles Of coal lands
shall unite with the 10000 square miles
of iron both stretching themselves W to
their fun strength and height--two world
shaking giants?
The GIorious Prospects.
The grainheds have passed their ha--
vests above the veto of drought and del.
ugc. The freight cars ARE not large
enough to bring down tho grain to tie
seaboard. The canalhoats are crowded
with brcudstufs. Ilnrk TO the rushin.
of the wheat through the great Chicago
corn elevators IIark to the rolin. ~
the horsheads Of the Cincinnati pork
packers Enough to eat and a. low
prices. Enough to wear and OF home
manufacture. II some have and some
have not. then may God help those who
have to hand over t. those who have not
Clear the trGch for the rail trains that
rush on bringing the wheat end the cot
ton and the rice and the barley and the
oats and the hops and tine lumber and
the leather and everything for man and
everything for beast.
Lift mp your eyes, O nation Of Gods
right hand, at the glorious, prospects!
Build larger your barns for the harvcets.
Dig deeper the watts for the spoil Of the
vineyards. Enlarge the warehouses for
the merchandise. Multiply galleries Of
art for the pictures and statues AL
vance. o nation of Gods right hand. bur
remember that national wealth If I'M
sanctided. is sumptuous waste. is moral
ruin, is magnificent wee. is splendid rot
tenness is gilded death Woe To US for
the wine watts if drunkenness wallows in
them! Woe to US for the harvest if greed
sickles them. Woe 10 Us for the mer-
chandise if avarice swallows it, Woe
to us for the cities if usrule walks them,
Woe to the land if God defying crime de-
bauches il. Our only safety is in more
more good men aud more good women,
more consecrated printing presses, more
of the glorious goerel Of the Son OF God.
which will yet ey1irpate all wrongs and
introduce all blessedness.
But the preachers on Thanksgiving
morning will not detain with long SER
mons their hearers from the home group.
The housekeepeS will be angry il the
guests do not arrive until the viands are
cold. Set the chairs to the table--the
easy chairs for grandfather and grand
mother if they are still alive, the high
chair for the youngest. but not the least.
Thou PIT out your hand TO take the full
cup IT thanksgiving. Lift it and bring
Il toward your lips. your hands trembling
with emotion. and if the chaice shall
ovorh1W and trickle few drops on tho
white cloth that covers the table do not
Do disturbed. but let it suggest 70 you the
words Of the psalmist and lead you
thankfully to say, My cup runneth
over
Copyright, 1901. Louis Klopsch. N. VI