As he stood there, he seemed to look out upon a vast plain of misery, a country of silent furnaces, of smokeless chimneys, a country drooping and lifeless, dotted with the figures of dying men and women.

What an offering! What a sacrifice?
Would the people still believe in him when the blow fell?
Could he himself pass out of life with the memory of it all in his mind, and feel that his life's work had been good?
He remained speechless.
"Let me force one more argument upon you," Mr.Foley continued.

"You must know a little what type of mind is most common amongst Labour.

I ask you what will be the attitude of Labour towards the starvation of the next ten or twenty years, if you should bring the ruin you threaten upon the country?
I ask you to use your common sense.

Of what use would you be?
Who would listen to you?
If they left you alive, would any audience of starving men and women, looking back upon the comparative prosperity of the past, listen to a word from your lips.
Believe me, they would not.