ever
say that he lost money by following my plans."

Next he founded the co-operative village of Harmony or Queenswood. The
same general plan that he had followed at New Lanark was here carried
out, save that he endeavored to have the mill owned by the workers
instead of by outside capital.

Through his very able leadership, this new venture continued for ten
years and was indeed a school and a workshop. The workers had gardens,
flowers, books. There were debates, classes, and much intellectual
exercise that struck sparks from heads that were once punk. John Tyndall
was one of the teachers and also a worker in this mill. Let the fact
stand out that Owen discovered Tyndall--a great, divinely human
nautilus--and sent him sailing down the tides of Time.

At eighty years of age, Owen appeared before the House of Commons and
read a paper which he had spent a year in preparing, "The Abolition of
Poverty and Crime." He held the Government responsible for both, and
said that until the ruling class took up the reform idea and quit their
policy of palliation, society would wander in the wilderness. To gain
the Promised Land we must all move together in a government "of the
people, by the people and for the people." He was listened to with
profound respect and a vote of thanks tendered him; but his speech never
reached the public printer.

Robert Dale Owen became a naturalized citizen of the United States, and
for several years was a member of Congress, and at the time of the death
of his father was our minister to Italy, having been appointed by
President Pierce.

He was in England at the time of the passing of Robert Owen, and
announced the fact to the family at New Harmony, Indiana, in the
following letter:

Newtown, Wales, November 17th, 1858.

It is all over. Our dear father passed away this morning, at a
quarter before seven, as quietly and gently as if he had been
falling asleep. There was not the least struggle, not the
contraction of a limb or a muscle, not an expression of pain on his
face. His breathing stopped so gradually that, even as I held his
hand, I could scarcely tell the moment when he no longer lived. His
last words, distinctly pronounced about twenty minutes before his
death, were: "Relief has come."

JAMES OLIVER

The sluggard will not plow by reason of the cold; therefore shall
he beg in harvest.