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Now. it may be owing to my environment that I look at this question in another way. I have the honor to represent a constituency of cosmopolitan composition and metropolitan instincts. a district in which the congestion of bustling cities blends into the more roomy areas of interurban territory and then again into cities. and so on radially from each embyronic metropolis in the district. so gradually that the industriesand occupations of the favored people of that locality could be depicted upon a chart by a harmonious mixture of the more intense with the more delicate tints of the rose. It is a district in which the brawny Scot. the hardy Scandinavian. the phlegmatic Teuton. the sturdy Briton. the mooneyed Mongolian. and the lineal descendant of Rory OMoore mingle with the people of every other nationality from Greenlands icy mountains to Indias coral strand. It is a district in which the voice of the cuckoo is hushed forever in death . but a district in which the song of the whippoorwill in the evening continues as a melodious refrain the harsher music of the factory whistles. a district in which the rush. roar. and bustle of the mills and other hives of industry of the cities are taken up and continued by the hum of harvest machines in the golden wheatfields of the surrounding farms. a district in which illiteracy is unknown. in which the brawn and brain of the wild and wooly West are arrayed in harmonious juxtaposition to the culture and refinement of the effete East. It is a district.