sleeper. And it matters little to this millionaire, this flower of a
foreign clime, when his increase sets in again. He has millions, a word
we little comprehend the meaning of, and he will never know distress,
any more than the laborer will know plenty again while this vampire of
progress is permitted to survive. But the time must come when labor will
get to work again for a few months each year, the usual thing now, to
produce the needed stock of necessaries for the country, and then he
will see the man of millions step off and collect his usual toll, and
enough besides to make good any shrinkage in the principal. This owner
of immense capital, this traveler in the Pullman, who makes his regular
rounds through the country collecting toll off every laborer in every
section, preparatory to his flight to Europe, is twin brother to the
great land owner, and there is no hope for our country until both are
legally or otherwise exterminated.

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We could undo the capitalist by making interest illegal, as this would
force him. to draw on his principal. We do not object, however, to the
interest capital receives. Banks have no enemy in this proposed change,
and we suspect either the motives or the judgment of those whose stock
in trade is a howl against banks, and what they call usury. Money has
its place in civilization, and the bank where it is dealt in is a shop
just as much as is the dry goods store or grocery, and is entitled to
its profits just the same. If a man earns $5,000 he should be allowed to
charge something for its use the same as for the wagon be made or the
house he built. Neither the wagon nor house is any more the result of
his labor than is this money, and no one will question his right to
charge something for the use of the first two. It is here where the
banks are of service - the man with money takes it to a place - the bank