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WeRKMEN SEEKING woRK.-A petition was pre-
sented to the Common Council on Monday evening,
by several hundred work. people, who represented
themselves as starving in the midst Of plenty, for
want of work. Every manufacturer Is dischargng
from ten to thirty workmen each Saturday night
The builders and masons only engaged in finish
ing work, and in a few weeks all will be completed
but n. new contract entered upon. There proba-
bly, therefore, at this moment, lcelre fifteen thou
sand work people out of employment, who know not
where to get bit of bread rag Of clothing. The
summer is approaching, and there's some comfort in
that. Yet the cravings of hunger must be allayed


Where, now, are the Trades Unions? Where are
the protectors Of the working classes! Where are
the getters up Of professions and public meetings, 10
raise wages and widen the breach between the higher
and lower classes of society All gone-all chop
fallen! There is scarcely mechanic in New York
that would not now jump at work at any price any
wages.


We are in a most lamentable condition, and unless
something be done, we shall be worse This is no mi
SCRABBLE political question. II is life or dcahbread
ar hunper-work or suffering. During the last few
wears all classes of socety--the high and the low
have been running nist in prosperity. They all waxed
fat and became saucy. The rich gave partes--one
thousand dollars night-comntted the grossest ex-
travagances-and launched ost in all kinds of specu-
latons The poorer drummed themselves through
the sreets-organized themselves into clubs-increa
sed wages-and became equally saucy mpudent Ia
zy, and expensive The great God of equity and eter
nal Justice saw them from the bright burning throne
OF his Heaven. small but bright stream findgna-
ton came from his throne, like the stream of vivid
lightning flashing forth from the dark clouds of the
western sky. The whole frame of socety-frcm the
highest to the lowes-from the greatest merchant to
the owlest artizan-is at once n the convulsons OF
revolution. All cry out for "help "bread," "work
"mcrcy," aud "relief" How needless are the sons
of mcnl We have been riotous and extravagant in
the days Of prosperity, and we now settling the
bills contracted in our madness. These accounts
must be settled and the settlement will teach any OF
us a lesson Of humility and economy, happy are they
who takeit