"The Sweater is probably a Jew, and, if so, he has the gift of organization, and an extraordinary power of subordinating everything--humanity, it may be, included--to the great end of getting on.... The conditions of life in East London ruin the Christian labourer, and leave the Jewish labourer unharmed."--_The Spectator_ on _Sweaters and Jews_. [Sidenote: _Jews and Gentiles_] The verses compare the treatment of the Israelites under Pharaoh with the modern sweating of the Gentile by the Jew middleman:-- Yes, the Gentile once "sweated" the Jew, But the Hebrew has now turned the tables; Dunraven will tell you that's true. [Illustration: ONE EFFECT OF THE SWEATING COMMISSION SWELL (_at West-End Tailor's, to the Foreman_): "Ah--look here, Snipson, I've been reading all about this Sweating System, don'tcherno!--and as I find that the Things I pay you Eight Guineas for--ah--you get made by the Sweaters for about--ah--Two-and-Six--I've made up my mind--ah--to do the thing well, without screwing you down. So--ah--just take my order _for a Seven-and-Sixpenny Dress Suit_."] The moral is summed up in the last four lines:-- And, behold, though the Sun-God is silent, the Son of the Sun-God asleep, Still merciless Mammon is master, the slaves of the Gold-God still weep; Be his ministers Hebrew or Gentile, his worship is cruelty still; Still the worker must sweat 'neath the scourge that the stores of the tyrant may fill. Lord Dunraven withdrew from the Commission, and _Punch_ congratulated him on his retirement, though it "seemed caused by a fad," when the Report was published in 1890. The recommendations were inadequate, in _Punch's_ view. He spoke contemptuously of applying the "rose-water cure" and whitewashing the sweater, whom he depicts as a monster vampire. Socialism, as we have seen, was a serpent of the boa constrictor type. The tendency to big combines was typified by an octopus, labelled Monopoly, controlling cotton, iron, coal, salt and copper, and threatening a distressful lady (Commerce) perilously navigating a frail canoe. Bumbledom was not dead, but its activities were less blatant. _Punch_ gibbets the stinginess of the Lambeth Workhouse when in 1875 the Guardians decided that Christmas pudding was too rich in good things and recommended a plainer variety. Fourteen years later, under the sarcastic heading, "Luxury for Paupers," we encounter the following elegant extract from the _Standard_ of December 5, 1889:--