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LABOR AND ITS REwARp.-Thomas Hood, in
his Magazine for November, takes occasion 10
absolyo himself from the reproaches OF over
tasked and under-paid labor. He says:


GAS my works testify, aim Of the working
class myself and in my humble sphere furnish
employment for many hands, including paper
makers, draughtsmen. engravers, compositors,
preasmen, binders, folders, and stitchers-and
critics-all receiving fair days wages for fair
days work. My gains consequently limited /;
not nearly so enormous as have been realized
upon shirts, slops, shawls, &c.--curiously illus.
trating how man or woman might be cloth
ed with curses as with a garment My
fortune may be expressed without a long row OF
those eiphers, those O's, at once significant Of
hundreds of thousands Of pounds, and as many
calculations of pain and sorrow from dependent
! slaves. My wealth might all be boarded, if
were miserly, in galipot or tin snuff box. My
guineas, placed edge to edge, instead Of extend
ing from the Minories to Golden square, would
| barely reach from home to Brcad-street NY
riches would hardly allow me a roll in them, even
if turned into the new copper mites. But then,
thank God! no reproach ciings to my coin. No
tears or blood clog the meshes-no hair, plucked
in desperation. is knitted with the silk of my
lean purse. No consumptive sempstress can
point at me her bony fore6nger and say, For
you, sswing in torma pauperis, am become
this Living Skeleton y or hold up TO me her fatal
needle, as one through the eye Of which the
scriptural camel must pass ere l may hope to
enter heaven. No withcred work-woman, shak


ing at me her dripping suicidal locks, can cry in
q piercing voice, For thee, and for six poor
pence, l embroidered eighty flowers on this veil
literally veil oftears. No famshing laborer,
his joints recked with toll, holds out TO me in
the palm of his broad hard hand seven miserable
shlllings, and mutters, For these, and parish
loaf, Tor six long days, from dawn till dusk,
through hot and cold, through wet and dry,
titled thy land' My short sleeps are peaceful
my dreams untroubled. No ehastly phantoms
with rcproachful faces, and silence more terrible