"We were all bound to expect this. Every working tailor must come
to this at last, on the present system; and we are only lucky in
having been spared so long. You all know where this will end—in
the same misery as fifteen thousand out of twenty thousand of
our class are enduring now. We shall become the slaves, often
the bodily prisoners, of Jews, middlemen, and sweaters, who draw
their livelihood out of our starvation. We shall have to face, as
the rest have, ever-decreasing prices of labour, ever-increasing
profits made out of that labour by the contractors who will
employ us—arbitrary fines, inflicted at the caprice of
hirelings—the competition of women, and children, and starving
Irish—our hours of work will increase one-third, our actual pay
decrease to less than one-half; and in all this we shall have no
hope, no chance of improvement in wages, but ever more penury,
slavery, misery, as we are pressed on by those who are sucked by
fifties—almost by hundreds—yearly, out of the honourable trade
in which we were brought up, into the infernal system of contract
work, which is devouring our trade and many others, body and
soul. Our wives will be forced to sit up night and day to help
us—our children must labour from the cradle, without chance of
going to school, hardly of breathing the fresh air of heaven—our
boys as they grow up must turn beggars or paupers—our daughters,
as thousands do, must eke out their miserable earnings by
prostitution. And, after all, a whole family will not gain what
one of us had been doing, as yet, single-handed. You know there
will be no hope for us. There is no use appealing to government
or Parliament. I don't want to talk politics here. I shall keep
them for another place. But you can recollect as well as I can,
when a deputation of us went up to a member of Parliament—one
that was reputed a philosopher, and a political economist,
and a liberal—and set before him the ever-increasing penury
and misery of our trade and of those connected with it; you
recollect his answer—that, however glad he would be to help us,
it was impossible—he could not alter the laws of nature—that
wages were regulated by the amount of competition among the men
themselves, and that it was no business of government, or any
one else, to interfere in contracts between the employer and
employed, that those things regulated themselves by the laws of
political economy, which it was madness and suicide to oppose.
He may have been a wise man. I only know that he was a rich one.
Every one speaks well of the bridge which carries him over. Every
one fancies the laws which fill his pockets to be God's laws. But
I say this: If neither government nor members of Parliament can
help us, we must help ourselves.
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