The Montgomery advertiser., 1909-02-21
Dreams And the Stuff Out
 O. Which Dreams Are Made

than them ldam) locks. and that the Nicaragua route was mora feasible and cheaper; that Senator Morgan and ev- cry one else except the President and Congress knew it: but we q mean the Republican Party1 are committed to Panama and the locks, and cannot Afs ford to change. Besides. said he, the French engineers. in fact all the world, would laugh at us He added, 'but as this away in the United States"
 replied that I was going further South for health and quiet. then set out for the Pampas of South America and the Ama80n River. My stay there was short; too many anacondos and huge reptfles.@
 T then vislted the Island of Juan Fernandes in the Pacific (rny brain Is SO confused am not sure of the right one); but did not ind Robinson Cru soc or his man Friday. However, ! found Crusoe's tracks when he 4etsod and proclaimed himself "fnunnrch of all I survey from the earth alI around to the sea. Solitude. where art thy
 tThere was too much solitude for me so embarked for the Island Atlantis in the Atlantic Ocean, but heard it was submerged and lost to sight. Dia- Ag0 in India, but here found too many ti- gers (they were not blind tigers) and made my escape from them.
 next sought for ancient Thebes and Palmyra, but could not locate them However. found Babylon and rested there while amid its ruins; but the bats and owls disturbed me q never liked bats and owisl and bade adieu.
 In despair I thought to find refuge in the Garden of Eden as haven of rest, but a search of ali the maps, Re- ograpiieS and histories, even that of Moses, failed to locate the spot. But did find the Dead Sea and River J6r- dan. All was stiif and quI9t there. and I was tempted to taste some of the beautiful apples on the margin of the sea. They were bitter and turned to ashes on my lips. .cs
 was compensated by meeting the spirit of Edgar Allen Poe. who was on q pilgrimage to the. Holy Land. ask . cd him if he could settle the dispute going on as to his birthplace. He said that although he was present at his birth he took no notes of the event. did not keep a diary. But it matters not whefe was the precise spot of this momentous event. Like George Wash ington'g "po country can claim, no people appropriate me-"
 I was a wanderer on earth. am now a wanderer In the spirit land. in search of my lost Lenore. "the rare and ra- dlant maiden whom the angels named Lenore," But quot the raven Nov ermore."
 I told him that I myself was a wan derer in search of Utopia for health and rest. f8e replied There is no Utopia on earth; that was a dream of Sir Thomas Moore" Shall I never have surcease of pain and sorrow, new CT be content7 Is there, is there no balm in Qilead? Tell me, tell me. I iEn- plore," Quoth the raven. NeYermore. p
 Is the doctrine of metempsychosis, the transmigration of soul true? Am the wandering Jew. or the dove from the arIE--no place to rest?
 Go to Switzerland. the little repub- lIc by the Alps It is ideal--a happy medium between advanced civilization attending to their own business and unconcerned about the wrangles and jealousies of the powers" and wars alarms. Go there, and eat Swlss cheese, hear the Swiss bell ringers and the Alpine horns eat ice cream from the mountain snow and the cows milk (which is all cream). honey as sweet as Nit. ...... amid the fragrance of flowers rlvalling the gardens of PasO- tum.
 "YOu describe Utopia" No. it Is Ar cadia, I said. I will go at once. first sought the highest point of the Alps to see the beautiful snow" em- blem of innocence and parity, and view the verdant landscape In the valley below. I stood on the spot where By ron with the thunder talked as friend to friend"
 then descended and selected a rest ing place in one of the cantons of the lovely Ralley--not canyons or army oAntesns so much fuss about. Here rest. There Is no Roosevelt or Hob son here to disturb the public peace (they ought to be put under peace bonds). I find the hnsbandmAn turn ing the globe and nursing his vineyard, the busy housewife at the loom or the peasant girls attending to the dairy and milking the cows tour Southern negro women have cramps In their hands and can't mIlle): and hear the. lowing herds and tinkling bells 7 'Far from the madding crowds iGno-
 ble strife.
 Their sober wishes never learned to Along the cool ssquestsred vale of life
 their way"
 This is my Mseoa. I am eontsnt here "of all the pleasure sent down from azure air. know thSre's nothing may compare with that sweetest, sweet