Greatest Despot and Humbug in the World.

His women work in the mines, in the mills, and in the factories; they work on the face of the rock quarrying for stone; they work not only in the most dangerous and poisonous of all trades, but they work while their babes are taking nourishment at their breasts. They are the mothers who nurture our children and give life to our Old Country. Before we talk about our superiority we should think of our women who are kept at the grindstone in the chain-making district. It is not an uncommon sight there to see the mother of a three days' old child, after the greatest physical trial a woman has to go through, at work with every limb in motion. And this is in your Old Country! I am instancing these things in order to justify our resentment at these conditions; and we say there is plenty of wealth, there are vast resources, and in a land literally flowing with milk and honey starvation need not be. The Old Book speaks about the sparrow falling to the ground: there is no need for any of our human sparrows to fall to the ground. Within the last fifty years our wealth has increased per head of the population seven times what it was, and our productive energy has increased nearly fifty times: in many industries it has increased thousands and thousands of times in greater capacity. And yet we are told that we suffer from over-production and that it is unavoidable. Here is a fair illustration of what they tell us: If a child is hungry and says to its mother