of this inspired man, they will recall the dying vision that came to Daniel Curry.  He saw himself in the final judgment before the throne, and knew not what to do on account of his sins.  He felt that he was lost, when suddenly Christ saw him and said, “I will answer for Daniel Curry.”  In this world of vast population it is wonderful to find only a few men who have helped to carry the burden of others with distinction for themselves.  Most of us are driven.

In the two years and a half that our Democratic party had been in power, our taxes had paid in a surplus to the United States treasury of $125,000,000.  The whole country was groaning under an infamous taxation.  Most of it was spent by the Republican party, three or four years before, to improve navigation on rivers with about two feet of water in them in the winter, and dry in summer.  In the State of Virginia I saw one of these dry creeks that was to be improved.  Taxation caused the war of the Revolution.  It had become a grinding wheel of government that rolled over all our public interests.  Politicians were afraid to touch the subject for fear they might offend their party.  I touch upon it here because those who live after me may understand, by their own experience, the infamy of political piracy practised in the name of government taxation.

We had our school for scandal in America over-developed.  A certain amount of exposure is good for the soul, but our newspaper headlines over-reached this ideal purpose.  They cultivated liars and encouraged their lies.  The peculiarity of lies is their great longevity.  They are a productive species and would have overwhelmed the country and destroyed George Washington except for his hatchet.  Once born, the lie may live twenty, thirty, or forty years.  At the end of a man’s life sometimes it is healthier than he ever was.  Lies have attacked every occupant of the White House, have irritated every man since Adam, and every good woman since Eve.  Today the lie is after your neighbour; to-morrow it is after you.  It travels so fast that a million people can see it the next morning.  It listens at keyholes, it can hear whispers:  it has one ear to the East, the other to the West.  An old-fashioned tea-table is its jubilee, and a political campaign is its heaven.  Avoid it you may not, but meet it with calmness and without fear.  It is always an outrage, a persecution.

Nothing more offensive to public sentiment could have occurred than the attempt made in New York in the autumn of 1887 to hinder the appointment of a new pastor of Trinity Church, on the plea that he came from a foreign country, and therefore was an ally to foreign labour.  It was an outrage on religion, on the Church, on common sense.  As a nation, however, we were safe.  There was not another place in the world where its chief ruler could travel five thousand miles, for three weeks, unprotected by bayonets, as Mr. Cleveland did on his Presidential tour of the country.  It was a universal huzzah, from Mugwumps, Republicans, and Democrats.  We were a safe nation because we destroyed Communism.