622 THE IMPENDING REVOLUTION. 



agreed to make to keep the people blinded as to the real 

 and living issues and divided among themselves. It is the 

 hobby upon which members of both parties expect to ride 

 into office. It is the silly cry of the partisan, the slogan 

 of the wily politician. Does not any sensible man know 

 that the Mills bill will not pass this Congress? Speaker 

 Carlisle knew it when he appointed the Ways and Means 

 Committee of seven Democrats and five Republicans. 

 These seven Democrats knew it when they closed the door 

 of the committee room against the five Republicans, thus 

 entirely ignoring their existence on the committee. 



It was known to the Democrats that there were divis- 

 ions among themselves as well as opposition from the 

 Republicans, to be expected in the formation of a new 

 tariff schedule. In order to secure the passage of a bill 

 these differences must be reconciled. Has this "dark lan- 

 tern ' ' part of a committee shown any disposition to reconcile 

 these differences ? None, whatever. The whole thing is 

 gotten up for political buncombe. Members of Congress 

 are making brilliant campaign speeches, and, under the 

 Franking privilege, are sending them out free of postage 

 to their constituents all over the country. The "bloody 

 shirt" is about worn out, and it is only occasionally that 

 we hear the flop-flop of that dilapidated garment, as in the 

 recent word-war between Ingalls, of Kansas, and Voorhees, 

 of Indiana. The tariff is now to take its place, and the 

 tadpole politicians are already equipped with numerous 

 political speeches furnished them by their members of 

 Congress, with which they are edifying the people at every 

 crossroads iri the country. 



It has been six months since Congress convened, and 

 the tariff discussion is not yet finished, and if the Senate 

 requires half the time the House is to consider and vote 

 upon the bill, neither the President or the House will see 

 it again during this session. No, my friends, the Mills 



