Think of yer sons and daughthers lavin' this once fair land in hundhreds of thousands to become wage-earners across the seas, with their hearts aching for their homes and their loved ones.

The fault is at our own door.

The solution is in our own hands.

Isn't it betther to die, pike in hand, fightin' as our forefathers did, than to rot in filth, and die, lavin' a legacy of disease and pestilence and weak brains and famished bodies ?" His voice cracked and broke into a high-pitched hysterical cry as he finished the peroration.
A flame leaped through the mob.

The men muttered imprecations as a new light flashed from their eyes.