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Show I he Merit of System In Hell. ' According to custom, Satan sat Exnminlng peasant and auttocrat, And Indicating where each should go In his special department, tlerand row. Aud presently through tho Infernal roar A scramble was heard outside the door. And the Fiends dragged in aiTinst Magnate, Aud an eloquent Walking Delegate. "Sit down," said the chief to tho 'Trust Mngnate, -" "And the sum of your vh lues uVlcily state." "Make haste," he added, "tho "night grows old, And I've customers waiting outside In the cold." s v Said the Trust Wognato with au tine tons air. As he took his seat In a splke-bottomcd chair, "Dear sir, don't rake me oyer the coals, I've given work to a million souls. Men have grown hnggard and old in ray pay, Mothets have tolled both nllit and day Children have wrought at each shuttle and spool, When they might have been,-wasting thofr time at school. Early and lute, in cell and pen, I have given work to the tribes of men.'' "Enough," said the Fiend with compassion com-passion great. As he turned to the Walking Delegute. "I have gone," said tho Delegate, "Into the moll, Where sweating laborers slave and toil In the roar of the mills aud prosperity's hum I have brought the worker's millenlum. A Sabbath reigned where my voice was lCru, Harsh labor ceased when 1 gave tho word; Thus a million souls In'n day would pass "" sj . From the ranks of toll to ts lelsu.-e class. 1 U'-jRytge QSjall who haveMcrcd my rEnouMifstruTa0iItrn truce TBI A benevolent gleam en his ir- face. t- A So he tiukled a bell and said u 1 Brin' iAlln To the purple attendant who entU0"can' "Deliver this pair to the lirlmstohf tho That's lubled, 'For Friends I; Worklngman."' VnLlfo Wnlh""-T" |