FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 99 



gled. You can indicate them, but you can 

 not disentangle them. In the first instance, 

 possessions have become democratized. The 

 convenience or the ornament, which once 

 was only for the select few, or even not for 

 these, b lt non-existent, is strewn broadcast 

 among the multitude, sold for a song. 

 But alas ! it has lost its soul. No loving, 

 thoughtful care goes into it ; it has no per 

 sonality ; it has descended, as from a man 

 to a manikin. 



And the workers, what of them ? From 

 the free air, under the broad light of heaven, 

 they have been drawn into these immense 

 caravansaries, where their ears buzz with 

 the whirr, their nerves tremble with the jar, 

 their nostrils are rilled with the mixed efflu 

 via of many things which are not nice ; to 

 perform a certain act over and over and 

 over and over again, plodding through a 

 tread-mill life ; meeting hour after hour, 

 anil day after day, and week after week, 

 and month after month, with others strug 

 gling under like limitations ; forced to hear 

 and parry or accept ideas, and therefore 

 forced to think, but shut in one eternal 

 round, with the little of life they see visi 

 ble as through a distorting lens ; how is it 

 possible that the world should be to them 



