se that are near dead, but
with those that are alive, and those that are coming into life.

Look around you. Your world-hosts are all in mutiny, in
confusion, destitution; on the eve of fiery wreck and madness!
They will not march farther for you, on the sixpence a day and
supply-and-demand principle: they will not; nor ought they, nor
can they. Ye shall reduce them to order, begin reducing them.
To order, to just subordination; noble loyalty in return for
noble guidance. Their souls are driven nigh mad; let yours be
sane and ever saner. Not as a bewildered bewildering mob; but
as a firm regimented mass, with real captains over them, will
these men march any more. All human interests, combined human
endeavours, and social growths in this world, have, at a certain
stage of their development, required organising: and Work, the
grandest of human interests, does now require it.

God knows, the task will be hard: but no noble task was ever
easy. This task will wear away your lives, and the lives of your
sons and grandsons: but for what purpose, if not for tasks like
this, were lives given to men? Ye shall cease to count your
thousand-pound scalps, the noble of you shall cease! Nay the
very scalps, as I say, will not long be left if you count only
these. Ye shall cease wholly to be barbarous vulturous Chactaws,
and become noble European Nineteenth-Century Men. Ye shall know
that Mammon, in never such gigs and flunky 'respectabilities,' is
not the alone God; that of himself he is but a Devil, and even
a Brute-god.

Difficult? Yes, it will be difficult. The short-fibre cotton;
that too was difficult. The waste cotton-shrub, long useless,
disobedient, as the thistle by the wayside,--have ye not
conquered it; made it into beautiful bandana webs; white woven
shirts for men; bright-tinted air-garments wherein flit
goddesses? Ye have shivered mountains asunder, made the hard
iron pliant to you as soft putty: the Forest-giants, Marsh-
jotuns bear sheaves of golden grain; Aegir the Sea-demon himself
stretches his back for a sleek highway to you, and on Firehorses
and Windhorses ye career. Ye are most strong. Thor red-bearded,
with his blue sun-eyes, with his cheery heart and strong thunder-
hammer, he and you have prevailed. Ye are most strong, ye Sons
of the icy North, of the far East,--far marching from your rugged
Eastern Wildernesses, hitherward from the grey Dawn of Time! Ye
are Sons of the _J