Wrong? Oh, of course! Our duty lies, In dull endurance to the end. The faces pale, the pleading eyes, Of wife and children, looks that rend A fellow's heart, And make hot curses from his cold lips start, These should not madden men unto the pitch, Of _violent_ despair. So preach the rich! And yonder yelling fools contrive To lend some truth to Mammon's text. The laziest larrikin alive, With babbling tongue and braid perplext, Can help do _that_; Whilst I?--a broken head or beaten hat Will not so help me in my present state That I should greatly care to "demonstrate." Only if such a Voice as mine Could penetrate the public ear, Deafened with all this windy shine, And muddled 'twixt contempt and fear; I rather think I would tell some truths might make the scoffers shrink. But _I_ compete with yonder wolf-eyed brute? No; I can easier suffer and stand mute. If that's a strong, well-ordered state, Where tens of thousands like myself, With willing hands, must starve and wait, Whilst piles of swiftly growing pelf, Sweated from toil, Swell for the lords of capital and soil, Then--you may rear a city on foul slime, And build Society on want and crime. My Voice! Men will not listen--yet; And when they open ears at last, Bludgeon won't cure, nor bayonet. Meanwhile yon brayer at full blast Belies my cause, 'Midst foolish jeers and foolisher applause; And preachers prose, and statesmen tinker on, And we--we starve in gold-choked Babylon! * * * * * "My Nephew, who is very fond of pictures," said Mrs. RAM, "has just purchased the finest Pot o' Jelly I have ever seen." Can it be possible that the dear old lady meant Botticelli? * * * * * [Illustration: THE TWO VOICES. ONE OF THE REAL "UNEMPLOYED."--"HOW AM I TO MAKE _MY_ VOICE HEARD IN THIS BLACKGUARD ROW!!"] * * * * * VOCES POPULI. SCENE--_Trafalgar Square. Several thousand loafers and roughs discovered asserting right of free speech, free meeting and free procession. A few hundred genuine artisans out of work standing about moodily. Lines of Policemen drawn up in reserve look on impassively._ _A Lover of Liberty._ As an Englishman, Sir, I'm disgusted--it's _un-English_, that's what it is, "dragooning" an inoffensive assembly like this! I _used_ to think freedom of speech and action was the right of every Briton--but it seems we're to be overawed by the Police now--confounded impertinence on the part of the Government, I call it! [Illustration: "Hooky Walker!" "... The Leaders, H. George, _and the man whose name was said to be_ Walker, put up their coat-collars and sneaked away under the trees."--_Newspaper Report._ ]