y,
you won't." "Yes," said the king, "I will take it." "Then," said the
miller, "if your majesty does take it, I will sue you in the Chancery
Court." At that threat Frederick the Great yielded his infamous
demand. And the most imperious outrage against the working-classes
will yet cower before the law. Violence and contrary to the law will
never accomplish anything, but righteousness and according to law will
accomplish it.

Well, if this controversy between Capital and Labor can not be settled
by human wisdom, if to-day Capital and Labor stand with their thumbs
on each other's throat--as they do--it is time for us to look
somewhere else for relief, and it points from my text roseate and
jubilant, and puts one hand on the broadcloth shoulder of Capital, and
puts the other hand on the homespun-covered shoulder of Toil, and
says, with a voice that will grandly and gloriously settle this, and
settle everything, "Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do
ye even so to them." That is, the lady of the household will say: "I
must treat the maid in the kitchen just as I would like to be treated
if I were down-stairs, and it were my work to wash, and cook, and
sweep, and it were the duty of the maid in the kitchen to preside in
this parlor." The maid in the kitchen must say: "If my employer seems
to be more prosperous than I, that is no fault of hers; I shall not
treat her as an enemy. I will have the same industry and fidelity
down-stairs as I would expect from my subordinates, if I happened to
be the wife of a silk importer."

The owner of an iron mill, having taken a dose of my text before
leaving home in the morning, will go into his foundry, and, passing
into what is called the puddling-room, he will see a man there
stripped to the waist, and besweated and exhausted with the labor and
the toil, and he will say to him: "Why, it seems to be very hot in
here. You look very much exhausted. I hear your child is sick with
scarlet fever. If you want your wages a little earlier this week, so
as to pay the nurse and get the medicines, just come into my office
any time."

After awhile, crash goes the money market, and there is no more demand
for the articles manufactured in that iron mill, and the owner does
not know what to do. He says, "Shall I stop the mill, or shall I run
it on half time, or shall I cut down the men's wages?" He walks the
floor of his counting-room all day, hardly knowing what to do. Toward
evening h