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all the petitions, and all the ambitions that lie back of us in 

 the history of New England? Did you ever stop to think of 

 that? With our easy life, with the rough places made 

 smooth, are we giving to our country, to our state, and to so- 

 ciety, that which brands us as being worthy of the price? I 

 believe this is a serious matter for our consideration. My 

 friends, I believe we are on the verge of a social revolution. 

 The scientific man tells us that the old Bordeaux mixture 

 gave good results. We know it did. They tell us that they 

 have found a better, a stronger, and a more useful combina- 

 tion of lime and sulphur, with copper put in. These men of 

 science, these men of intellect, who have examined these ques- 

 tions seem to agree that they have found without question a 

 better remedy, one that will do our work better than the 

 Bordeaux mixture, one that will do our work so much better 

 that it means an entire revolution in the method of spraying. 

 We may no longer say that we know how to spray until we 

 find how to use this new combination. Is that not the case 

 in like manner with many of our habits and many of our 

 customs, ways of doing business, and many of our views of" 

 life? Are not, in like manner, many of these things to which, 

 we have been accustomed to be broken up and be reorganized f 

 It seems to me that that is too clear for question, and that 

 out of that will come this idea that the world does not need 

 our money, my friends, half as much as it needs our man- 

 hood and womanhood. I believe that that leads to another 

 thing. I believe there is not a man or woman before me to- 

 night who does not feel down in his heart that the old farm 

 and the old orchard at home stands as the noblest and truest 

 monument of their life and labor that they can ever erect. 

 Many a man who sees the hair upon his head growing grav 

 sits down and wonders what is going to become of it all, — 

 when these hands can no longer spray or prune, when the 

 brain can no longer think and the mouth no longer talk, he 

 wonders naturally who is going to care for that monument 

 which he has reared by the labor of his hands. That thought. 



