To The Emperor William.

LONDON, May 15, 1889. - "The promised interview with the Emperor William was granted to-day to the delegates from the coal-miners now on strike in Westphalia; but the audience lasted for only ten minutes. The men asked that the Emperor would inquire into the merits of their case and the hardships under which they suffered. His Majesty replied that he was already inquiring into the matter. He then warned the miners that he would employ all his great powers to repress socialistic agitation and intrigue. If the slightest resistance was shown he would shoot every man so offending. On the other hand, he promised to protect them if peaceable." - Cablegram.


Son of a Man and grandson of a Man,
    Mannikin most miserable in thy shrunken shape
    And peevish, shrivelled-soul, is't thou wouldst ape
The thunder-bearer of Fate's blustering clan?
Know, then, that never, since the years began,
    The terrible truth was surer of this word:
    "Who takes the sword, shall perish by the sword!"
For mankind's nod makes mannikin and man.

Surely it was not shed too long ago,
That Emperor's blood that stained the Northern snow,
    O thou King Stork aspiring that art King Log,
    Wild-boar that wouldst be, reeking there all hog;
To teach thy brutish brainlessness to know
    Those who pulled down a lion can shoot a dog.

Francis William Lauderdale Adams

Francis William Lauderdale Adams (27 September 1862 – 4 September 1893) was an English writer, poet, dramatist, and social reformer. His literary work often reflected his radical socialist views. Adams lived a life marred by poverty and struggles with his health, eventually committing suicide at the age of 30. Despite his brief life, his contributions to literature and social thought remain significant.

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