"Fraud will no longer seek for public office; avarice will no longer scheme to gain possession of the world's wealth for the satisfaction of inordinate desires; inhumanity will no longer vaunt itself in our mills, our mines, our fields, for to-day the edict has been sent to the world that death awaits those who shall again seek to enslave labor. There will be forty martyrs ready for another sacrifice. Who will dare to be their foe? "Choose your leaders with care; see that they are sincere in their determination to work your will. "When this is done the hovels you now live in will be supplanted by decent homes; the poor food you now eat will be kept for your swine; your children will grow up to manhood and womanhood without having had their minds and bodies stunted by premature toil. "A Republic of universal happiness and comfort will be yours. "Such a Republic will be a monument to endure for all time to the memory of Carl Metz and his thirty-nine co-workers, to the honor of yourselves and to the security to future generations of the liberty that this Republic will afford all men. "Pick up the body of Metz, and I shall help you bury it. I leave the body of Purdy for whomsoever may be inclined to care for it. "Men of Wilkes-Barre, again I tell you, to-day you have been delivered from serfdom. Act as men, not as brutes. "Choose some one to be your leader and let him direct you until to each of you is given the opportunity to vote for the laws that you may desire. "With blare of trumpet and with tap of drum Barbaric nations pay to Mars his due, When victory crowns their arms. To him they sue For privilege to war, though Mercy's thumb Bids them as victors, rather to be mum, And show a noble spirit to the foe; To vaunt not at their fellow-creature's woe: O'er victory only doth the savage thrum! They conquer twice who from excess abstain; The gentle nation that is forced to war, In triumph seeks to hide, and put afar All vestiges of carnage, and restore Peace in the land, that men may turn again To worthy toil, as they were wont before. "Labour is your heritage; return to it." He ends in a tumult of enthusiasm. The multitude has been led from one emotion to another with such rapidity that they are fairly bewildered. Two things only are clear in all minds. Trueman, the man who has become their most faithful champion, assures them that now they are to be free; that they are to be made the sharers in the wealth they create; he also tells them to select a leader. By a spontaneous decision Trueman is the name that comes to every lip. "Trueman! Trueman! You are the man to lead us." The cry "Trueman!" sweeps through the crowd. It rises in an acclaim the like of which has never been heard before.