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thus had ample time for demonstra tion. The increase of passengers has been tremendous —during the first year this tariff was in operation mere than forty per cent —and while, of course, the gross income from the passenger business was not increased in the same proportion, it must be noted that it did inciease (3.61 per cent), while the operation costs re mained practically the same, no new trains being put in, the increased traffic having been taken care of by filling out the vacant places on the regular trains. In Hungary the zone-tariff has been in force since August, 1889. The av erage rates are: First-class—2 cents per mile. Second-class —1.7 cents per mile. Third-class —1 cent per mile. For through express trains these rates would be: First-class—2.s cents per mile. Second-class—2 cents per mile. Third-class —1.25 cents per mile. As a result of the zone-tariff the number of passengers trebled in four years after its adoption; the length of the lines increased in that period, however, eleven per cent. The re ceipts increased in the same time for ty per cent. Those who wisn to make a closer study of the zone-tariff are referred to the official publication of the Hungarian railway department, “Der Zonentarif und dessen Resul tate,” Budapest, 1892 1893. ERICK OBERG. FATHER RYAN AND JAMES IL RANDALL. (From the Baltimore Sunday Sun.) A fund is being raised in Alabama for a monument to Rev. A. J. Ryan. The Mobile Register states that a not inconsiderable sum has been sub scribed already, although the plan for a memorial of this singularly gifted poet is yet in its infancy. Father Ryan, as he was known best to Southern people and the literary world, had unusual qualities as a poet. Many of his verses breathe the purest spirituality, while some of his war poems stir the heart of the reader, as deeply now as in the old days, when they voiced a living sen timent. Scarcely a generation ago Father Ryan's name was a house hold word in the South. It was not strange, therefore, that in Mobile, where years of his life were spent in religious work, there should be a movement to erect a monument to him. He was one of the poets whe put the sentiment of the South of his day into verses that ought to live forever. Another Southern poet, whose thril ling lines—“ Maryland, My Mary land”—wedded to music worthy of such a theme, make one of the most striking of American war songs, ii Mr. James R. Randall, now living in New Orleans. “Dixie” has a bright, “catchy” air, which rings with the spirit of jollity and optimism. But in no respect is it comparable to Mr. Randall's fine poem and the admira ble German air to which the verses were set. The interests of the South ern man or woman in “Dixie” is largely sentimental and is based upon association chiefly. It is reeognised, of course, that “Dixie” has a cer tain ring in it which sets one’s feet to marking time and tempts him to take part in the chorus. But “Dix- ie” would scarcely have had more than the fleeting popularity of a ne gro minstrel song if it had not been adopted as a sort of war hymn and set to an inspiring tune. Despite its comic quality and the seeming in congruity of its use as a battle hymn, it has lived nearly half a century. He would be a bold prophet who would venture to prophecy the time when “Dixie” will be no more heard in the land. But speaking with re spect to the relative merits of ‘ ‘ Mary land, My Maryland,” and “Dixie,” it does seem that the former is enti tled to live as long as men’s hearts respond to stirring appeals to patriot" ism, to pride and to valor. Mr. Ran dall’s poem has intrinsic merits which entitle it to a place in Ameri can literature. The music to which it has been set is vastly superior to that of any other of the songs of the Civil War period. The greatest of all battle hymns is the “Marseil laise.” Its music appeals to almost •very emotion. The air of “Mary land, My Maryland,” expresses per fectly the spirit of Mr. Randall’s fine lines, and the effect in away is that of an American ‘ 1 Marseillaise. ’ ’ It is eminently proper that Alaba ma should raise a monument to Fath er Ryan, whose poems were a valua ble and permanent addition to South ern as well as religious literature. Due recognition should also be award ed Mr. Randall, whose “Maryland, My Maryland,” is really the classic war song of the South. It has car ried Maryland’s name to the utter most parts of the world, for wher ever the songs of battle are remem bered, “Maryland, My Maryland,” claims immediate recognition for the beauty of its words and of its air. It is in order to suggest that the South should not wait for the author of “Maryland, My Maryland” to express its appreciation of his im mortal lines. -What could be more ap propriate than a testimonial to Mr. Randall, who bar. written other poems of unusual grace and beauty, and who is still in literary harness, after many years of patient and unobtru sive service? A heartfelt tribute dur ing life is worth more to the recipient than all the flowers that can be placed upon his grave or all the monuments that can be erected to his memory. RANDALL, OF “MARYLAND.” The Bentztown Bard/ in the Balti more Sun. “Maryland, My Maryland,” I heard the bugles play, And oh, the golden music turned my heart the golden way; I saw the old State gleaming in her beauty as of yore, Beside her rippling rivers and beside her dreamy shore; The sweet old song woke echoes of her beauty in my breast— The song of Randall’s “Maryland,” may the wreath upon hir. rest! The song of Randall’s “Maryland,” how it rings upon the air When from the sweet old valleys of the dear old State we fare; Amid the alien cities or on hills and seas afar, It wooe the heart’s affection and it wakes you where you are To the old home’s tender beauty, and the spirit breathes a cheer WATSON’S WEEKLY JEFFERSONIAN. For the poet in whose music rings the old home-love so clear! I hear the bugles play it and I hear the voices sing The words of Randall’s “Maryland,’’ and my heart began to ring, And my soul was filled with longing for the valleys that I knew, The tender skies above them, with their balmy breath of blue; I heard the rivers calling, saw the green fields by the shore, And felt the old emotions that I felt in days of yore! 0 Randall, God be with you, for we owe you much who know The glory of your “Maaryland,” feel the rapture of its glow; The world should give you comfort and the land reward your worth With all the goodly blessings of the golden dream of earth— For all the world is beauty when the bugles and the band Ring out the stately measure of the song you gave the land! “Maryland, My Maryland,” I heard the echoes ring, I saw the little hills of home grow green with breath of spring, I saw the orchards ripen in Octo ber’s golden sun, I saw the shorees of Edenland unto the blue bay run; My heart re-echoed “Maryland,” and my soul responded, too, 0 Randall, of the golden song, God’s grace be unto you! HtARST AS A CONSERVATIVE. William R. Hearst, the man, per haps, who has done more than any other American to array the masses against the classes, in his Labor Day speech at the Jamestown Exposition recently posed as an exponent of harmony between organizations of la bor and capital. He declared that the country had become great by the honest labor of its citizens; that every one here works —the mechanic, clerk, profes sional man, and even the millionaire, and that the proudest title of the most successful millionaire was “Cap tain of Industry.” He said that he Piano For Sale Upright Piano. Good condition. Must be sold. Terms reasonable. Address ’ J. W. 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The man who digs the precious metal from the earth is worth his wages. The great financial promoters, organizers, executives < America, are worthy of recognition and reward. They work as hard as any of us, and their work is abso lutely necessary to the full produc tion of the riches out of which are paid here in America the highest wages in the world. Through many an anxious day and many a wakeful night these men have planned and prosecuted the great enterprises which have developed the wealth of the nation and have given employ ment to millions of men. The riches they amass and call their own are seldom spent in extravagance and luxury upon themselves, but are put back into new industries to produce more wealth and give employment to more men.” From one extreme Hearst has switched to the other. Whlich, by the way, recalls the rumor of a Hearst-Harriman-Odell al liance to make the yellow journal editor the next democratic presiden tial candidate. —Long Branch Record. A scientist tells us there are very intelligent people on Mars. If that be true, they probably are not wor rying themselves about the doings of other people on planets millions of miles away. It isn’t always policy to believe the man who tells you what he would do if he were in your place. South Georgia Farms and Decatur County Tobacco Lands for sale; for descrip tive price list write to R. L. Hicks, Real Estate, Bain bridge Ga. PAGE FIFTEEN