There _ought_ to be wealth enough--there _is_ wealth enough for all in this blessed country.

The earth gives it; the sun gives it: labour extracts and piles it up.

Why should one class take three-fourths of it and leave you and your fellow-workers in the cities the miserable pittance which is all you have to starve and breed on?
Why ?--_why_?
I say.
Why!--because you are a set of dull, jealous, poor-spirited _cowards_, unable to pull together, to trust each other, to give up so much as a pot of beer a week for the sake of your children and your liberties and your class--there, _that's_ why it is, and I tell it you straight out!" He drew himself up, folded his arms across his chest, and looked at them--scorn and denunciation in every line of his young frame, and the blaze of his blue eye.

A murmur ran through the room.

Some of the men laughed excitedly.