MORALIZING. 147 
and ravine to reverberate with his deep voice or heavy 
tread ? 
The time may come—I do not wish to see it—when these 
broad acres will possess mills and factories, daily disgorg- 
ing their inky smoke into the pure azure heavens, or their 
thousands of unwashed mortality over what now is a flower- 
studded prairie. 
Manchester doubtless is charming to the factory owner, 
for well is he aware that every throb of its machinery, 
every grunt of its boilers, tells the constant tale: money, 
money, money. Possibly, not being a recipient of the lucre 
these never-tiring engines coin, I prefer the landscape when 
free from such evidences of man’s industry. 
LOLS 
