The Cotton Factory Times. — 1891-09-11 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

THE TIME THAT IS TO BE.  Wars of conquest and of vengeance Spread destruction far and wide; Wars of competition also Scatter woe on every side. Victims fall in ruined thousands, Under competition free-But all wars will cease for ever In the time that is to be. Men and women, untold millions, Now are slaves to fellow-men; Free! they cannot get a morsel Till they sell themselves again; They meet beg, obey, and flatter, Under ever v wrong decree— But all slavery will be banished In the time that is to be. Labour slaves in many markets Fail to sell themselves for bread; Wives are pining, children crying, Many wishing they were dead ; They must sell their souls and bodies Now to live, for any fee— But there will be no slave markets In the time that is to be. Want of food and went of clothing, Want of worthy homes prevail; Want of leisure and of enjoyment Cause the strongest heart to fail; Misery everywhere is rampant, Pleasures from the poor flee— But the world wall bay: no poor In the time that is to be. Hell is loose amongst the na:ions, Spreading ruin, shame. and ...on; Blig,aing every grace and beauty, Eliding hesv.in from men below; Rnman fiend- from pandemonium% Demons everywhere we see— Brit there will be no such demons In the time that is to be. In the time that now is coming Heaven will be seen on earth; Every one will share the labour, And partake the joy and mirth; Everywhere there will be plenty, All will be refined and free— And no words can tell the glory Of the time that is to be. Manehester.  Bro. Gardner's Limo-el:1 Club.  WM? ItIMAINZD Or 111 M.  Some three months ago, owing to various and reeated attempta to destroy Paradise Hall by fiends human shape, Samuel Shin asked leave in open meeting to protect the hall by an invention of his own. Leave was granted, and the result was seen as the janitor opened the place on Saturday if to make ready for the usual meeting at night. Mr. ShM's invention consisted of a pound of powder innocently stored away in an old nail keg, and the keg placed where a stranger would use it to look through the transom. A pressure of two pounds on the head of the keg would scratch the match and explode the powder. Some met, would have grown weary of waiting, but Samuel knew that if he fished long enough he was certain to catch a whale. Some time during Thursday night a person whose name will never be known unlocked the street door with the crank of a coffee mill and slid upstairs with murder in his thoughts. Perhaps be expected to find Elder Toots asleep up there, and was prepared to despetch him without mercy, or he may have simply intended to damage the hall about $lB,OOO worth and then go away to secretly chuckle over his dastardly work. Be that as it may, he reached the site-room and paused for a moment to cast a glance of contempt at the stuffed oppossum over the door leading into the lodge. There stood the innocent nail keg, and the transom stood open. The human hyena probably cackled with delight as he saw the easy way prepared for him, but it was his last cackle on earth. As he mounted the keg there was a dull explosion, which was heard by many people on the street and supposed to be caused by the blowing up of a tug down towards Lake Ere. When the hall opened on Saturday evening, Mr. Shin had all the remains spread out on the top of Waydown Beebee's plug bat. There was a button, seven hairs, the heel of a sock, a finger nail, and part of a document, beginning with: "To the Hon. the Coinmon Coun—." A hole in the roof through which twenty-seven stars looked placidly down on the Bear-trap, indicated the ulterior direction taken by the balance of the remains. The force of the explosion knocked the safe over and broke one hinge, and the pictures on the wall were more or less damaged, but Cadever Smith Caine forward, and offered to make good the damage out of his own pocket.