A SALE OF YEARLINGS.—THE VERY LAST OF THE SEASON.
A PERILOUS TUG OF WAR.
"The labouring men, as a class, are rapidly approaching to a footing of full equality with the capitalist, and it is even possible they may become the stronger of the two.... They must be content to have their class interests, whatever they are, judged in the light of the public interests.... Labour and capital may have separate interests, yet their separate interests are little, in the long run, as compared with those in which they are united."—Mr. Gladstone at West Calder.
"Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furled,
In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world":
So the youthful Poet Laureate pictured it in limpid verse;
Now the Federations fight each other! Better is't, or worse?