The ballot is the power. The law should settle many of these questions between capital and labor. But I expect the greatest good to come from civilization, from the growth of a sense of justice; for I tell you to-night, a civilized man will never want anything for less than it is worth--a civilized man, when he sells a thing, will never want more than it is worth--a really and truly civilized man, would rather be cheated than to cheat. And yet, in the United States, good as we are, nearly everybody wants to get everything for a little less than it is worth, and the man that sells it to him wants to get a little more than it is worth? and this breeds rascality on both sides. That ought to be done away with. There is one step toward it that we will take: we will finally say that human flesh, human labor, shall not depend entirely on "supply and demand." That is infinitely cruel. Every man should give to another according to his ability to give--and enough that he may make his living and lay something by for the winter of old age. Go to England. Civilized country they call it. It is not. It never was. I am afraid it never will be. Go to London, the greatest city of this world, where there is the most wealth--the greatest glittering piles of gold. And yet, one out of every six in that city dies in a hospital, a workhouse or a prison. Is that the best that we are ever to know? Is that the last word that civilization has to say? Look at the women in this town sewing for a living, making cloaks for less than forty-five cents, that sell for $45! Right here--here, amid all the palaces, amid the thousands of millions of property--here! Is that all that civilization can do? Must a poor woman support herself, or her child, or her children, by that kind of labor, and with such pay--and do we call ourselves civilized? Did you ever read that wonderful poem about the sewing woman? Let me tell you the last verse: "Winds that have sainted her, tell ye the story Of the young life by the needle that bled, Making a bridge over death's soundless waters Out of a swaying, and soul-cutting thread-- Over it going, all the world knowing That thousands have trod it, foot-bleeding, before: God protect all of us! God pity all of us, Should she look back from the opposite shore!" I cannot call this civilization. There must be something nearer a fairer division in this world. You can never get it by strikes. Never. The first strike that is a great success will be the last, because the people who believe in law and order will put the strikers down. The strike is no remedy. Boycotting is no remedy. Brute force is no remedy. These questions have to be settled by reason, by candor, by intelligence, by kindness; and nothing is permanently settled in this world that has not for its corner-stone justice, and is not protected by the profound conviction of the human mind.