from the wool of an animal half sheep, half camel, and brought home specimens of it for the museums of the old world, that, three or four centuries later, the vigorous brain of a Yorkshire spinner would fasten upon that material, gaze at it, teaze it, think of it, dream of it, till he compelled it to yield its secret; and then, by means of it, supplied clothing for millions, and employment (that is to say, the means of subsistence) for thousands of his race. These men are the true benefactors of their race, and it is base ingratitude to say that such men have got their wealth out of the "sweat" of their labourers. The next time any one tells you the manufacturer or the capitalist is a thief, ask him to go to Saltaire, and, after going over it, ask himself where Saltaire would have been but for the creative faculties that were localized in the brain of its founder. These generals of industry are thought too little of. Bombard a defenceless town, carry ruin and destruction with you, and you are rewarded and honoured by the State and the people; develop an industry that will give employment and material comfort to thousands of the present and future generations, and benefit humanity in every part of the globe, and you are denounced as an oppressor, a robber, and the State interferes with the management of your mill, or passes a Land Act that will rob you of the benefit of your investment; and for what end? To satisfy the claims of the many, who argue as if the wealth had been created by them. There is the raw material; let labour alone, and it builds a pig. stye; under direction, it builds a cathedral. Yet labour fails to see that by itself, unaided by constructive genius, and in want of the right direction, the former and not the latter would be the result of its share. Had we depended on labour only, there