classes, but to the working men not at all, although there are conspiracies in all classes and connections of the capitalistic class. Although we have only recently experienced that the coal barons came together, put up the price of coal arbitrarily while they paid less wages to their working men, and wherever those coal workers, those miners have come together to consider the bettering their conditions, their demands have always been very modest on the whole, then the militia appears at once upon the scene and helps those people, while they are feeding the miners with powder and lead. For such a government I have no respect, and can have no respect in spite of all their followers, in spite of all their police, in spite of all their spies. "I am not a man who hates a single capitalist. I am not the man who at all hates the person of the capitalist. I hate the system and all privileges, and my greatest desire is that the working classes will at last recognize who are their friends and who are their enemies. Against the condemnation of myself by the capitalistic influence I have no word to say." [Illustration: SAM'L FIELDEN.] SAM FIELDEN. Fielden prefaced his plea by reciting a poem called "Revolution", written by Freilegrath, a German poet: "And tho' ye caught your noble prey within your hangman's sordid thrall, And tho' your captive was led forth beneath your city's rampart wall; And tho' the grass lies o'er her green, where at the morning's early red The peasant girl brings funeral wreaths--I tell you still--she is not dead!" * * * * * "You see me only in your cells; ye see me only in the grave; Ye see me only wandering lone, beside the exile's sullen wave-- Ye fools! Do I not live where you have tried to pierce in vain? Rests not a nook for me to dwell, in every heart, and every brain?" * * * * * "'Tis therefore I will be--and lead the peoples yet your hosts to meet, And on your necks, your heads, your crowns, will plant my strong, resistless feet! It is no boast--it is no threat--thus history's iron law decrees-- The day grows hot, oh, Babylon! 'Tis cool beneath thy willow trees!"