ELIZABETH HAGGERTY, cross-examined.—We went to get the girls out; we went to get them out the best way we could.

Then follows the manufacturers' argument:

What followed from this unlawful design (stimulated by those who seek to array labor against capital as antagonists, while, in fact, they are natural allies, bound by mutual interests to afford mutual protection), is sufficiently detailed in the foregoing testimony, and the Judge's charge.

The injury sustained by property from this violence, is of trifling consequence, compared to the outrage upon humanity, the overthrow of peace and order, the destruction of personal liberty of action, and the hazard to life. In punishment of the offenders, the manufacturers can have no interest beyond that of all good citizens, who desire peace and order, and value liberty and safety. Destruction of property by a mob never stops with those against whom it is aimed; and always, as in this instance, other lives are in as much danger from mob violence as those who are its intended victims.

Besides, the best interests of this community are identified with its manufacturers. Destroy them, and not only are thousands thrown out of employment, arts, mechanic trades, commerce, business of every kind must suffer. Labor and capital are natural allies, and should never be hostile to each other. Labor renders capital profitable. Capital gives labor employment. The one demands safety for its investment, the other, fair compensation for its work. Whatever deprives either of this just demand, is hostile to both. And the laborer has no worse enemy, than him who stirs up bad passions against the employer.

In what other pursuit can a large portion of those who work in cotton mills find employment equally advantageous to them? Against idleness and want there is no other alternative but house service, which is regarded with less favor than any other species of labor, having fewer privileges, with more work and less pay. For health, comfort and compensation, those employed in mills, may challenge any other class of operatives in the world. The factory system of this country bears no resemblance to that of Europe. And the terms, indicating the relative position of operative and em

ployer, used to stimulate passion, however applicable there, are here wholly misapplied. In this country, experience shows that the happiness and prosperity of a community increase in every department, with its manufacturing capital; and that wages of labor increase with compensation among capitalists. Reproach, insult and personal abuse against the owners, will not increase investments, nor give them permanence, but on the contrary lead more than any thing else to a contrary result. And hence, the blind hostility manifested in this city against capital, and the unceasing efforts of those who stir it up, has already been of serious injury to the whole community, by deterring new investments, and inducing withdrawal of some already made. In this respect, nothing can be more disastrous than riotous outrage.

The result of the late trial, by asserting the supremacy of the law, and by enforcing order and tranquility, may do much to reassure confidence, and maintain peace and liberty. In this result, the undersigned have the same, and no other interest than all good citizens of this Commonwealth.

For that result the public are indebted to the firmness and integrity of the Jury, the wisdom and independence of the Judge and the resolute prosecution by Messrs. Shaler and Stanton.

Blackstock, Bell & Co. Pitt Mill.
King, Pennock & Co. Eagle Mill.
Pollard McCormick, Hope Mill.
Morehead, Copeland & Co. Union Mill.
Kennedy, Childs & Co. Penn Mill.
James A. Gray, Allegheny Mill.

INDIAN GRAVES

By

BENJAMIN S. PARKER

All along the winding river
And adown the shady glen,
On the hill and in the valley,
Are the graves of dusky men.

We are garrulous intruders

On the sacred burying grounds Of the Manitau's red children,

And the builders of the mounds.

Here the powah and the sachem,

Here the warrior and the maid, Sleeping in the dust we tread on, In the forests we invade.

Rest as calmly and as sweetly,
As the mummied kings of old,
Where Cyrene's marble city

Guards their consecrated mould.

Through the woodland, through the meadow, As in silence oft I walk

Softly whispering on the breezes,

Seems to come the red men's talk;

Muttering low and very sweetly
Of the good Great-Spirit's love,
That descends like dews of evening,
On His children, from above.

Still repeating from the prophets,
And the sachems gray and old,
Stories of the south-west Aiden
Curtained all around with gold:

Where the good and great Sowanna Calleth all His children home Through the hunting grounds eternal Free as summer winds to roam:

Singing wildest songs of wailing
For the dead upon their way,
On the four days' journey homeward
To the realms of light and day:

Chanting soft and gentle measures,
Lays of hope and songs of love,
Now like shout of laughing waters,
Now like cooing of the dove:

Then, anon, their feet make echo
To the war song's fiendish howl,
And revenge upon their features
Sets his pandemonian scowl.

See! again, the smoke is curling
From the friendly calumet,

And the club of war is buried,
And the star of slaughter set.

But alas! imagination,

Ever weaving dream on dream, Soon forgets the buried red men For some more congenial theme.

But although their race is ended
And forever over here,
Let their virtues be remembered,
While we fervently revere

All their ancient burial-places,
Hill and valley, plain and glen;
Honor every sacred relic

Of that fading race of men.

Gitche-Manito has called them
From the chase and war-path here,
To the mystic land of spirits,
In some undiscovered sphere.

In a land of light and glory,

That no sachem's eye hath seen, Where the streams are golden rivers, And the forests ever green;

Where the winter-sun descending
Sets the south-west sky aflame,
Shall the Indian race be gathered
In the great Sowanna's name.