The Cotton Factory Times. — 1894-04-20 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

BROTHER GARDNRR.  When I h'ar an indiwidual riz up an denier his disgust wid de world I sot him down as a plasm who has contributed his fair share to'rds bringin de world to its present condialiun. Der am sartin people who war boo into die life fur no pertickler reason. Dey am as outer place as a blind hose befo i lookin glass. Dey haven't de smartness to steal nor de speerit to work. Dey am too cowardly to suicide, an not brave 'oaf to face de problems of Dey am mean 'out to covet, but not reckless 'oaf to steal. Dey begin on Sunday mawnin to predict short crops, an wind up Saturday night by a prophecy of airthqualres or cholera. On de front doah of ebery sich man should be nailed a sign reaclin—' It am better to pass on to de next eo'ner an take de smallpox instead." I sit down wid my pipe of an evenin an boil sartin matters down an frow away de skimmins. I'ze bin gainin two or three pounds of flesh a y'ar fur de las ten y'ars. What rich man has done better? I'ze got a tight roof oberbead an a good cellar below. Jay Gould's , roof may be higher an his cellar bigger, but why should I envy him when I have ream 'oaf? On my table am co'en beef, takers, cabbage, bread an odder flogs which please my taste, satisfy my hunger, an put fat on my ribs. Does any millionaire do mo clan eat to please hisself ? Ds panes in my windows am small but clear. I kin look out to de east, no'th, south, or west. De Vanclerhilts can't do any better. Deir glass may be larger an cost mo money, but it doan keep out any mo weather. I'zo got a bit of a garden in which rze growin taters, lettuce, onions, beets an de like. De Queen of England kin have a bigger garden, but her wegetables must grow in de same way an would Mete no better. I'ze got plenty of fuel fur cold weather, an fly screens to keep out de dust an flies in summer. De king's palace am warmed by de seine coal, an his screens made from de game wire. I want neither his heat nor his 'skeet-erg. I'ze got good health an a party far job. Dar am plenty of millionaires who haven't got no health 'tall, an , whose worry am mo tiresome dan my labour. I'ze got a lot all paid fur in de graveyard. Some men may have two, but I titian envy em. By an by men de ole woman will be laid away up dlr. By an by de rich man an his wife will also be laid away. Dey may have a monument towering above our tombstuns, but dey'll sleep no sweeter nor awaken any sooner. Deir coffins may be richer, bat de same airth will bring all to decay. De great trouble wid average humanity, as I see it, am de fack slat people grasp fur too much. What was riches to de las generation am /net 'nuf to make die one contented. What was comfort den am poverty now. De wages of our gran'fathers would hardly bay ap'ons fur de wives of workin men today. We am full of froth an show. Hypocrisy an deceit am part of our stock-in-trade. Envy an jealousy am drivin out charity an contentment. Fifty y'ars hence, if dey should dig down to my coffin an find dat I had turned ember, de papers needn't make any sensashnn. It am quite Bartle, onless a great change takes place, dat de nes generashnn will make us ole dead folks tired.