Dr. Brownson and the Workingman's Party Fifty Years Ago [pp. 200-208]

DR. BRO WNSON AND THE
"Then I shall confidently expect you,' said the major re joicingly.
"It may rain," said Bawn, "or I may be too busy. Other wise I shall be happy. Ah! here is Peggy, coming to fetch
me home!" as, to her relief and surprise, the woman was seen
coming through the dilapidated gate. "My little cart is waiting
for me beyond the pass. Good-morning "
With a bow to all Bawn walked away side by side with the
gaunt figure of Peggy. She was aware that by and by she might
regret her mischievous impulse, but meantime she was feeling
exceedingly glad. Was not Sorley Boy still following on her
footsteps? A.nd here was his namesake and former master com ing after them.
"You must allow me to put you in your cart."
"What will they say?"
"Anything they like. And mind you keep the promise you
were brave enough to make for Thursday. I will see you safely
there and safely back."
TO BE CONTINUED.
DR. BROWNSON AND THE WORKINGMAN'S PARTY
FIFTY YEARS AGO.*
DR. BROWNSON tells us in The Convert, p. 90, that the theories of Robert Owen (not Robert Dale Owen, but that Reformer's
father), who came to America during the Presidency of John
Quincy Adams, never gained his adhesion. Yet they drew his
"attention to the social evils which exist in every land, to the inequalities which obtain even in our own country, where political
equality is secured by law, and to the question of reorganizing
society and creating a paradise on earth. My sympathies were
enlisted. I became what is now called a Socialist, and found for
many years a vent for my activity in devising, supporting, refuting, and rejecting theories and plans of world-reform." These
* I am informed that a movement is on foot to erect a monument to Dr. Brownson in
Central Park. I am heartily in favor of this, and will give it every assistance in my power.
The best monument to Dr. Brownson's greatness is his works (Nourse & Co., Detroit, Mich.,
and the Catholic Publication Society Co., New York), compiled and published by his son, Major
Henry Brownson. They ought to be in every American library of any character.
[May,
200