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A baffled expression came over the face of Morley; he paused for an instant in his labours. The thought of how much he had sacrificed for this, and only to fail, came upon him upon him, the votary of Moral Power in the midst of havoc which he had organised and stimulated. He cursed Baptist Hatton in his heart. "The knaves have destroyed them," said Devilsdust. "I thought how it would be.
But to my fancy there is nothing like a strike in prosperous times; there's more money sent under those circumstances than you can well suppose, young gentlemen. It's as good as Mowbray Staty any day." "But now to the point," said Devilsdust. "The people are regularly sold; they want a leader." "Why there's Gerard," said Chaffing Jack; "never been a better man in my time.
"Well, you have not yet taken the pledge, Dusty," said Mick: "and so suppose we order a go of gin and talk this matter of temperance over." Devilsdust was manageable in little things, especially by Mick; he acceded, and seated himself at their table. "I suppose you have heard this last dodge of Shuffle and Screw, Dusty," said Mick. "What's that?"
The excitement was great, the enthusiasm earnest and deep. There was enough distress to make people discontented without depressing them. And Devilsdust after attending a council of the Union, retired to rest and dreamed of strong speeches and spicy resolutions, bands and banners, the cheers of assembled thousands, and the eventual triumph of the sacred rights.
"Thank you kindly, Mrs Trotman," said Mick, "and here's your very good health." "Then I am in the dark," said Chaffing Jack, replying to the previous observation of Devilsdust, "for I never see a newspaper now except a week old, and that lent by a friend, I who used to take my Sun regular, to say nothing of the Dispatch, and Bell's Life. Times is changed, Mr Radley."
"Gentlemen!" sang out Mick. "A speech, a speech!" cried out several. "Listen to Mick Radley," whispered Devilsdust moving swiftly among the mob and addressing every one he met of influence. "Listen to Mick Radley, he has something important." "Radley for ever! Listen to Mick Radley! Go it Dandy! Pitch it into them! Silence for Dandy Mick!
Entering one of these, and taking up a dim lamp that was placed on the stone of an empty hearth, Devilsdust led his friend through several unoccupied and unfurnished rooms, until he came to one in which there were some signs of occupation. "Now, Mick," said he, in a very earnest, almost solemn tone, "are you firm?"
"And think of our Institute without a single subscriber!" said Mick. "The gals is the only thing what has any spirit left. Julia told me just now she would go to the cannon's mouth for the Five Points any summer day." "You think the spirit can't be raised, Chaffing Jack," said Devilsdust very seriously. "You ought to be a judge." "If I don't know Mowbray who does?
Immediately every one unmasked; Devilsdust came forward, and taking Mick by the hand led him to the President, who received him pronouncing some mystic rhymes. He was covered with a robe and presented with a torch, and then ranged in order with his companions. Thus terminated the initiation of Dandy Mick into a TRADES UNION. "His lordship has not yet rung his bell, gentlemen."
But he had heard Devilsdust for years declare that Stephen Morley was the deepest head in Mowbray, and though he regretted the unfortunate weakness in favour of that imaginary abstraction called Moral Force for which the editor of the Phalanx was distinguished, still Devilsdust used to say that if ever the great revolution were to occur by which the rights of labour were to be recognised, though bolder spirits and brawnier arms might consummate the change, there was only one head among them that would be capable when they had gained their power to guide it for the public weal, and as Devilsdust used to add, "carry out the thing," and that was Morley.
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