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of us, in all seriousness, was to meet our ideal on the road I 

 am afraid a good many times we should be ashamed of it. 

 \\'e would either be frightened at the looks of it or would 

 not recognize it. Talk about our ideals ! It is a good thing 

 to do. I sent my children out to write an essay on a house. 

 ^Mlen they had gotten back I found that the girl had gone 

 around the house and written the essay on the back door, 

 while the boy had gone in front. They were both true, but 

 they were entirely different. They tell me that there was a 

 county in Georgia that went dry, unhappily for a part of 

 the county that did go dry. There were a lot of the citizens 

 who were not satisfied with what they could get at a Georgia 

 picnic. They held a church picnic over in a grove one day. 

 and these gentlemen were not satisfied with the menu, and 

 with what was served to them. Along at noon they were 

 very much pleased to see a man with great, big, saddle-bags, 

 bulging away out, coming along the road. The man got be- 

 hind a tree and held up about a dozen bottles, and he says : 

 "Any of you gentlemen like a bottle of cold tea? I have got 

 some cold tea that is cold tea. Xo question about it. You 

 understand I have to be a little careful about what I am do- 

 ing and saying here, but I have got this cold tea here. A 

 dollar a bottle. Cold tea is high, gentlemen." He had bottles 

 that would hold, well, perhaps as much as that, and he read- 

 ily sold a dozen or more bottles at a dollar apiece. Then he 

 said: 'T have got to get out of here." He put the spurs 

 to his horse and was gone. Those gentlemen took the bot- 

 tles and they opened them carefull}-. You know how they 

 do. "Happv days, come again. Here we are. Here is one 

 on me." What did they discover? Why, it was cold tea 

 and nothing else. That is all it was. There was not a thing 

 in any of those bottles except what that man had said 

 there was. He had told the exact truth. Now I am 

 going to tell you a few truths which perhaps may not be any 

 more palatable for you, but they are, nevertheless, what I 

 believe. New England is headquarters for the sentiment of 

 education and power in. this country. There was a man 



