34 WORCESTER COUNTY HORTICULTURAL SOCIETY. [1883. 



of such liouses appropriated to them to taxation at the vahie 

 thereof." 



Nor would it require a marine telescope, to detect Catholicism 

 in the satne boat. As she gathers " The Last Rose of Summer," 

 her " Warrior Bold " is singing " How dear the hour !" and 

 " No, Sir !" is her coquettish response to " Love's Request." 

 Rome, however, while insisting upon. equal immunity, is believed 

 to claim larger license both in faith and practice; veneering 

 either with less Pharisaism than has become a second nature to 

 Dissent. 



Now who, and of what kind, are they wlio thus demand and 

 get exemption from Taxation, at the expense of the remaining 

 community ? Is it Lazarus, " covered with sores " who, for a 

 bare subsistence, must go to the dogs ! Is it the poor and lowly, 

 who, cheaply clad and unable to pay costly pew-rents, find them- 

 selves relegated to that temple in the wilderness where, without 

 subscription or contribution-box, they may at least, look from 

 Nature up to Nature's God ! Is it not rather Dives, with his 

 " sisters, cousins and aunts ;" clothed in purple and fine linen ; 

 the pampered children of Patent and Protection ; whose liveli- 

 hood has legislation for a foster-mother ; and to whom nothing 

 seems more natural than that the public — patient pack-horse ! 

 should be made to bear the burden, " grievous to be borne," of 

 their atonement and salvation. Exhorted the Apostle : — " Let 

 him give not grudgingly, or of necessity !" Responds the disci- 

 ple : — " Give not at all from your own substance, — but rather 

 fleece the people !" 



And it is for this that our Horticultural Society is singled out 

 for an exception, or scape-goat ! Its opportunities, like its doors, 

 are open to all. Its benefits are withheld from none who 

 would partake. Why should Boanerges, or Cream-Cheese, be 

 selected for public beneficiaries ; who toil not, neither do they 

 spin, but whose lines have fallen in pleasant places; yea, even 

 among the flesh-pots ; whose every " house of worship " is 

 rounded off" with kitchen and pantry ; and to whose holy nostrils 

 the sniflF of the sacrificial oyster ascendeth, forever and ever ! 



I know not how it strikes you, Mr. President^ and my asso- 

 ciates ! but, to me, nothing in the whole political economy is so 



