The Cotton Factory Times. — 1892-07-22 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

TRUE TO EACH OTHER.  Let all working men be aye true to each other, And cease so distrustful and jealous to be, Then may we expect if we help one another, Par better conditions of life yet to see. tor centuries the lot of the workers has been No better than slavery, until recent years; ftnd yet, even now, a large number, I wean. Find earth to them still but a sad vale of testi:" • No help, be assured, shall we ever obtain, • From those up to London we've hitherto sent, To make all our laws. Ah 1 they only disdain The workers at heart, whom they sins represent. Their promisee vain, let us scout and reject, They never intend to fulfill them, I trow, To judge from the past, sir, we need not expect That they will prove aught but false friends even now. The bard working man who so foolishly fig/its The battles of rich men helps keep us all down In a state of submission; ignores all his rights; Is false to his class; is io fact, but a clown. For men who grow rich, and wax fat, on the toil Of poor helpless women, are hard-hearted knives, Whose greed, lust, or avarice, prompts them to despoil Their pitiful victims, and make them their slaves. Yet, these are the men who would make all our laws, Pretending to carry oat workingmen's wishes; Whose speeches the toilers do greet with applause, Forgetting that sharks are no friends to small fishes 0, hark to the voice of the charmer no more, But act towards each other like sensible men; He'll only. deceive you, he's done sa before, And is just as likely to do so again. July 2nd, 1892. ff.  1  A DREAM OF YEARS TO COME Come, rich and great, and listen to my dream; Perchance some of you may plainly see The meaning of it. Thea be warned in time, Neglect of fellow-men 's a greater crime Than open murder; so it seems to me, Who tell my vision for the glorioos theme Of liberty, and human brotherhood. 'Twas in the dying evening of the year; And all was cold, and bitterness, and peace. But goodwill was not, for 'twixt all mankind The bar of rich and poor was clear defined; I asked myself "Will mankind never cease To rule mankind with bonds of steel and fear ?" I:asp fell asleep, and dreamed a wondrous dream.  'Twos an evening in the summer, When the work of day was done, I saw a tired working man Go to his wretched home alone. No friend was there to say " goodnight," He seemed one of another race; The passers jostled him aside, None to him showed a kindly face. I said "My friend, explain to me. Why none a welcome to you give ?" In hollow tones he answered "The British workman is a slave I" "We struggle for the right to starve; We, who should have the right Co live As other men. I think that is The only reason they could give I" I pondered deeply o'er his words, -Then thanked him. He passed on apace I wonder'd "Shall it always be, The weaker rule the stronger race ?" The years then fled at lightning speed; The world had weary grown, and old. But men now loved their fellowmen, And no one gave his soul for gold. The age of brotherhood had come, I heard the people gladly call, Now is it peace and liberty, Now men are equals, equals all.  Behold this was my dream, and people wise, Perhaps, may see what meaning in it lies. 1, Delmar Grove, Notts. LINDLEY Meraarat.