And it _isn’t_ the same place. The owners have transformed it. They have put elements of value and beauty there which nature did not supply. They have so directed their labor, their judgment, their good taste, their tender interests, that the _home_ which they have created is as different from the wild land, as the noble watch-dog at the door differs from the gray wolf of the wilderness. Do you suppose that this man and his wife and his children can ever be made to believe that they have “robbed” some body of that land, and that it is wrong for them to hold it as _private property_? _Never in the world!_ Wayland has made a confession as well as a blunder. By offering such a prize, he knows he is appealing to one of the strongest human passions—the passion for home-owning. Every full-sexed girl instinctively feels that her destiny is Motherhood—and she plays with dolls, nurses them, kisses them, hugs them to her little bosom, calls them pet names, fondly dresses them in every beautiful way that her infant fancy can suggest, and rocks them to sleep in the tiny cradle. _That is the God-given instinct of Motherhood._ Every full-sexed man, on the other hand, is born with a craving for _his mate_, and next to that, _a home to put her in_. _Individualism_, crying aloud to me and to you, says “_choose your mate and make her yours_.” The idea of promiscuous mating is abhorrent. Collective mating would be hideous. You want individual mating. You want to separate _your_ mate from every other woman and from every other man—and if another man invades your individual rights, _you slay him like a dog_. There’s the natural feeling, the natural passion, the natural individuality—and everybody knows it. This craving for individual mating with women, bases itself firmly on the _individual home_. Give me _my_ mate, and let me take her to _my_ home:—and you have consistency, you have nature, you have a foundation for home-life and all that flows from it—a foundation firm as the everlasting hills. But _the two_ go together. They are parts of the same system. Surrender one, and you endanger the other. If you are a Collectivist—your logic _will never stop at Collectivism in property only_. If you believe in the one wife, believe also in the _home_, which shall be yours _individually_, just as your wife is yours, _individually_. _Calhoun for Public Ownership_ Through the never-failing courtesy of Senator Clay, of Georgia, it was recently my good fortune to come into possession of two bulky volumes issued by the Government, and entitled, “Annual Report of the American Historical Association.” The second volume of this report contains the Private Correspondence of John C. Calhoun, and a most interesting collection of letters it is. Glancing through these letters hurriedly, I came upon one which Mr. Calhoun wrote to William C. Dawson, of Georgia, in 1835, wherein he declares himself strongly in favor of state-built railroads.