A "son Of Toil"

" i' eller-citizens, saui lio, "ira a hard-fistsd son of toíL I'm a briekloyer by trado-, and not a bit ashamed of it No, .so"; I wasn't born with a sil ver spoon iuto niy inouth or cradled in the lap of luxury. I'm a self-niado man gentlemen." " You'd botter have lot out the job,' remarked a voice in the rear of the hall He sepraed to notice the iutemip bon, but proeeeded. " Yes, feller-citizens, I'm proud o: liaving risen by honest industry, prouc' of ap2earin' to solicit your suffrage as a crue representative of labor; as one wliicli has contributed to build np this comnmnity by tlio srweát of his brom and the work of his hands. [Applanse.] As T was snying, I'm a bricklayer by trade. I've worked to rnise more thai) hnlf tlie palafiU mansions, magnificent commercial struetiires aud heavenj)ointing spires which beautify and adorn our towji. [(Jreat anthusiasm.] Aud here, right here, gentlemen, are the idontical tools with which I have caivd out my way to prosperity." lliro the orator exhibited a trowol and hamïner amid deafening ilaudits. "Pass 'em this way," said an excited listener, evidently belonging to the working class; " let me gnze onto them rcli's." The tools WBW KtCEtded to him, and he scrutinizid them with ñ&p interest. " Yon Síiy yon worked as a bricklayer?" Raid he, turning sharply to the orator. " Yes."' "And with them tools ?" " Yes, sir :' those aro the very tools I bought when I made my first start as a journeymaii. To them I owe all my prosperity." " Well, then, I must say you deserve grent credit. So do(s any man that c.ould lap bricks with such weapons. (icütlemen," turning to the audience, 'jijst look at 'em. Zf.s a rjardener's iromel and a carpentcr's hammer!" Tableau !