ed telescope. A butcher is just as good
as anybody, understand us, but they must keep their distance. We
don't want to look into, the hind end of no cutter that is filled with
slaughter house ornaments, and we won't. It is not pride of birth, or
anything of that kind, but such people ought to drive on Wells street,
or have slower horses.

DOGS AND HUMAN BEINGS.

Lorillard, the New York tobacco man, had a poodle dog stolen, and has
offered a reward of five hundred dollars for the arrest of the thief,
and he informs a reporter that he will spend $10,000, if necessary, for
the capture and conviction of the thief. [Applause.]

The applause marked in there will be from human skye terriers, who have
forgotten that only a few weeks ago several hundred girls, who had
been working in Lorillard's factory, went on a strike because, as they
allege, they were treated like dogs. We doubt if they were treated as
well as this poodle was treated. We doubt, in case one of these poor,
virtuous girls was kidnapped, if the great Lorillard would have offered
as big a reward for the conviction of the human thief, as he has for the
conviction of the person who has eloped with his poodle.

We hope that the aristocracy of this country will never get to valuing
a dog higher than it does a human being. When it gets so that a rich
person would not permit a poodle to do the work in a tobacco factory
that a poor girl does to support a sick mother, hell had better be
opened for summer boarders. When girls work ten hours a day stripping
nasty tobacco, and find at the end of the week that the fines for
speaking are larger than the wages, and the fines go for the conviction
of thieves who steal the girls' master's dog, no one need come around
here lecturing at a dollar a head and telling us there is no hell.

When a poor girl, who has gone creeping to her work at daylight, looks
out of the window at noon to see her master's carriage go by, in which
there is a five hundred dollar dog with a hundred dollar blanket on, and
a collar set with diamonds, lolling on satin cushions, and the girl is
fined ten cents for looking out of the window, you don't want to fool
away any time trying to get us to go to a heaven where such heartless
employers are expected.

It is seldom the _Sun_ gets on its ear, but it can say with great
fervency, "Damn a man that will work poor girls like slaves, and
pay them next to nothing, and spend ten thousand dollars to cat