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my friends, it seems to me is something that is deep down in 

 every man's heart. What is to be the future of these farms, 

 the future of these orchards that we hold so dear? Their 

 future is not dependent upon the wealth that we may create, 

 not upon the wisdom of the wisest man, but upon the tender 

 life of a little child that is coming in the future to take care 

 of them. Think what that means? It is those who are to 

 come after you that are to take care of these monuments which 

 you have erected for yourselves. How incumbent upon us, 

 therefore, it is that those who are to come should be correctly 

 taught ? The beauty of such a text and of such a sermon 

 is such that I do not need to say one single word more to 

 make it clear. 



I thank you. (Applause). 



The Toastmaster: We are also very glad to go to 

 another sister state for a speaker, to New Jersey, our next 

 door neighbor on the south. I am going to ask Brother 

 Black of New Jersey to say a few words. Mr. Black is a 

 representative of the New Jersey State Horticultural Society. 



Mr. E. S. Black: Mr. Toastmaster and Gentlemen: 

 I think you have called upon the wrong man to make a speech. 

 I came down here to get information and not to give infor- 

 mation. We of New Jersey do not intend to give anybody 

 any information that we have. We expect to keep that to 

 ourselves and get all we can somewhere else. (Laughter). 



I was at Hartford once before, — in 1881. I remembered 

 about Connecticut when I was a small boy. About all that 

 I had heard of it was that it was a land of school teachers, 

 wooden nutmegs and wooden hams. The biggest part of the 

 education I ever had I got from a Connecticut school teacher. 

 That was a very favorable experience, but the. next expe- 

 rience that I had in Connecticut was not so favorable, and 

 that was in 1881. I came down here to pay a visit at Mr. 

 Hale's place. They told me how to get there ; that I should 

 take a Connecticut Valley train and go down to a little town, 

 I think they called it Rocky Hill, and there I would get a 



