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and all this under the constant dread of seeing his 

 family reduced to the most fearful misery, as soon 

 as the master learns that "his workman, his slave, 

 is tainted with socialism." 



This is what you will see if you go among the 

 people. 



And in this endless struggle how often has not 

 the toiler vainly asked as he stumbled under the 

 weiofht of his burden: 



" Where, then, are these young people who have 

 been taught at our expense ? these youths whom we 

 fed and clothed while they studied? Where are 

 those for whom, our backs bent double beneath our 

 burdens and our stomachs empty, we have built 

 these houses, these colleges, these lecture rooms, 

 these museums? Where are the men for whose 

 benefit we, with our pale, worn faces, have printed 

 these fine books, most of which we cannot even 

 read ? Where are they, these professors who claim 

 to possess the science of mankind, and for whom 

 humanity itself is not worth a rare caterpillar? 

 Where are the men who are ever speaking in praise 

 of liberty, and never think to champion our free- 

 dom, trampled as it is each day beneath their feet? 

 Where are they, these writers and poets, these 

 painters and sculptors ? Where, in a word, is the 

 whole gang of hypocrites who speak of the People 

 with tears in their eyes, but who never, by any 

 chance, find themselves among us helping us in our 

 laborious work ? " 



