Said General Maceo, the Cuban Patriot: "Oh! that I might visit Heaven and Hell, there to see for myself which of those places contains the greatest number of Catholic bishops and priests. If Heaven, then gladly would I make my eternal home in Hell!"

Extracts from Priest Phelan's Traitor Sermon:

"And why is it the church is strong; why is it everyone is afraid of the Catholic church? And the American people are more afraid of her than any people of the world. Why are they afraid of the Catholic church? They know what the Catholic church means. It means all the Catholics of the world; not of one country, or of two countries, but of all the countries of the world. And it means more than that: It means that the Catholics of the world love the church more than anything else, that the Catholics of the world love the church more than they do their own governments, more than they do their own nation, more than they do their own people, more than they do their own fortunes, more than they do their own

selves. We of the Catholic church are ready to go to the death for the church: Under God, she is the supreme object of our worship. Tell us that we think more of the church than we do of the United States; of course we do. Tell us that we are Catholics first and Americans or Englishmen afterwards; of course we are. Tell us in the conflict between the church and the civil government we take the side of the church; of course we do. WHY, IF THE GOVERNMENT OF THE UNITED STATES WERE AT WAR WITH THE CHURCH WE SHOULD SAY, 'TO HELL WITH THE GOVERNMENT OF THE UNITED STATES;' and if the church and all the governments of the world were at war we would say, 'TO HELL WITH ALL THE GOVERNMENTS OF THIS WORLD.' They say we are Catholics first and Americans decidedly afterwards. There is no doubt about it. We are Catholics first and we love the church more than we love any and all governments of the world; and we love the church more than we love our fathers and mothers, we love the church more than we love our own children. Why? Because we are children of the church of Jesus Christ, and He says: "Unless you leave your father and mother, sisters and brothers; kinsfolk and acquaintances for My sake, you are not worthy of me." I love the people of America: I love the people of every nation: I give glory in their loyalty; but let the governments of the world steer clear of the Catholic church; let the emperors, let the kings, and the presidents not come into conflict with the head of the Catholic church. Because the Catholic church is everything to all the Catholics of the world; they renounce all national ties where there is a question of loyalty to her. And why is it the POPE is so STRONG? Why is it that in this country, where we have only seven per cent of the population, the Catholic church is so much feared? She is loved by all her

children and feared by everybody. Why is it the pope is such a tremendous power? Why, THE POPE IS THE RULER OF THE WORLD. All the emperors, all the kings, all the princes, all the presidents of the world today are as these altar boys of mine. The pope is the ruler of the world. Why? Because he is the ruler of the Catholics of the world, the Catholics of all the world, and the Catholics of all the world would die for the rights of the pope. He is the head of the church, and they would die for the church. And the church is the church of Jesus Christ, they need not have any misgivings on that score; there need by no misconceptions there---the Catholics of the world are Catholics first and always; they are Americans, they are Germans, they are French, or they are English afterwards. Now, St. Peter, THE FIRST POPE. . . . .

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". . . . And to paraphrase the words of the first pope I repeat, 'look down on the Protestants; yes, look down on them. THE POOREST CATHOLIC BOY IN THIS PARISH (St. Louis, MO.) IS A PRINCE COMPARED WITH THE BEST PROTESTANT BOY IN THE CITY. Look down on them all. We, the children of the inheritance, we, the children of God, have a right to look down on the plebians of heresy and infidelity. . . .

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". . . . They will take in the full meaning of the word Catholic, and they will walk over this earth as MASTERS. Every Catholic should walk over this planet as a MASTER: IT BELONGS TO HIM. . . . . We are a power now and we will be a greater power 25 years from now. And we will go on conquering and to conquer. . . . A Catholic is always on the winning side. . . "

This is the tragedy of the traitors! And behind these arch-traitors I see marching in ghastly procession across the stage of Time back to their tombs in the tomes of the Past Twelve Centuries of black and bloody history and as they pass in horrible review each silently points an accusing finger at this accursed Hierarchy!

Let every reader plainly understand that Priest Phelan is simply the mouth-piece of the Hierarchy! His master's voice, his master's words unite in this unspeakable blasphemy and treachery that issue from Priest Phelan's acquiescent lips. For he is a bondservant. For he has sworn to be even as a corpse in the hands of his master. When the Hierarchy would speak through him, Phelan, as a man, is as one dead; Phelan exists then only as the passive slave. So the Hierarchy has spoken!

I say Hierarchy advisedly. We must distinguish between the image-worship that is sometimes called the "religion" of this Romish church and that huge political machine that calls itself the Hierarchy. This Hierarchy is the ruthless, cunning parasite that administers that image-worship. This Hierarchy dominates every Catholic puppet and rules with iron hand every Romish devotee and dupe through that powerful weapon, blind, unreasoning fear---the fear that is born of superstition---in the hands of the priesthood.

Catholic freedom from the serpentine coils of this dominance by the Hierarchy is utterly impossible. Your true Catholic is born, not made---not by any process of conversion yet discovered. Hence the frantic opposition of the Hierarchy---these Catholic masters---to the bill proposed for the restriction of undesirable immigration. No living Catholic born and bred to this physical and mental slavery---born and bred to the horrible vagaries of mariolatry, transubstantiation, purgatory, priestcraft, and the godship

of his pope can ever revolt and hope to escape this politico-ecclesiastic Hierarchy. No more than can the leopard change his spots or the Ethiopian his skin.

The terrible chains that bind these wretched image-worshippers to their Juggernaut of destruction are stronger than iron, more cruel than the grave. So far in the history of the United States these Catholic masters have tried to keep their sin-stained hands hidden; behind suspicious smiles they have disguised Catholicism's dark record of diabolical deeds, and with much fair speech and honeyed words they have striven to paint into their hideous features some semblence of decency. The Hierarchy must needs use these deceptive disinfectants to endeavor to overcome that awful odor that smells to the heavens from the myriad, nameless diseases that infect the entire body of Romanism. In some small measure this disinfecting process has succeeded and thousands of unsuspecting American voters have given their support to her schemes.

But at last the Hierarchy, drunk with the lust for civil and military power that shall be boundless, throws all masks aside scornfully and disdainfully pitches the empty disinfectant bottles away, and through the supine lips of priest Phelan mocks and curses and dares and damns the United States Government and asserts boldly and baldly that the pope is god and king of this as well as every other nation and asserts the mastership of Catholics over all human beings. And this in America!

In hurling this traitorous defiance against our government, the Catholic Hierarchy relies upon the ancient power of priestcraft over the ignorance and superstition of humanity as in other ages and in other nations of the past.

And priestcraft is old---very old. Likewise, priestcraft is powerful---but it's only the power of ignorance

and superstition and animalism! Priestcraft was first hatched in unknown Hells of merciless imagination so long ago that human history runneth not back to that time. Priestcraft, the hideous leper that destroyed the glory of ancient Egypt. Priestcraft, black-robed fiend that crucified the Great Teacher. Priestcraft, social cancer that rotted and slowly, wormlike, ate away the majesty of the Roman empire. Priestcraft, horrible he-harpy that shrieked in staccato laughter over the echoless grave of the splendor and supremacy of the Grecians. Priestcraft, grinning spectre that with skeleton hand has sown shame and ruin and disaster and death in every nation and upon every shore that his stealthy feet have pressed!

Reincarnated priestcraft---and this is the black sheeted Ghoul that with boney, bloody hands is rending and tearing to shreds the silken starry folds of Old Glory---and this Hierarchy of the priestcraft it is that yells to high heaven the while, "TO HELL WITH THE GOVERNMENT OF THE UNITED STATES!"

And if these foreign hordes---together with their naturalized brothers-in-faith and brothers-in-blood---should overwhelm America, if "EVERY CATHOLIC SHOULD WALK OVER THIS PLANET AS A MASTER." And if they should by chance of fate be the victors and we the vanquished---THEN WHAT? The conflict is upon us! The last Twelve Centuries have awaited this battle with bated breath! This Italian Hierarchy is irresistibly forcing the fight upon us. The Hierarchy has commanded all true Catholics to deal with us---the free-born American citizens of this land---as wild beasts! No mercy, is their command, and our punishment is to be unrelenting. The masters have told the dupes that we American citizens are cowards at heart. This Hierarchy has commanded its Catholic subjects to fight us with every weapon of

political, industrial and social prescription that the present laws will tolerate---and everywhere Catholics by hundreds of thousands are armed and drilled to fight us with the terrorism of a religio-civil war!

And if they win----THEN WHAT?

From every American flag-staff shall flaunt to the morning winds that brazes of yellow and white. I wonder if you really know the fatal, Romish meaning of these two colors that caused their selection as the official Catholic colors? White is used by the Hierarchy for its original, ancient Romish symbolism of RELIGION; the yellow silently signifies NOBILITY, GRANDEUR, THE RIGHT TO RULE!

And then----WHAT?

Then Catholicism---militant and triumphant---will plunge this proud, this glorious nation into the unutterable horrors of such an age-long night as would affright the demons of the damned themselves. And the rulers? A degenerate priesthood directed by this horrible Hierarchy, mad with lust, drunk with power, sated and laved in the blood of the modern martyrs!

AND OUR WOMEN! God strike slumber from our eyelids! American Womanhood in slavery to this depraved, lustful, black-hearted priestcraft triumphant! Think of the stupendous cesspool the national confessional that would be at once thrust upon us would be under that flag of yellow and white! Think of it, Oh! MEN, your mother, your sister, your sweetheart, or your wife GIVEN INTO THE RAVISHING EMBRACE OF THESE WILD BEASTS THAT ARE GARBED IN BLACK!

And then---WHAT?

What will our own fate be, yours and mine, if the Hierarchy wins? The answer is not at all vague. Nor is it hard to find. Read this Catholic law from their own theology which is in force today:

Alphonsus de Castro in his theology on the punishment

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of heretics, a Roman Catholic standard authority, says:

"The last punishment of the body is death, with which we will prove, by God's assistance, heretics ought to be punished." ---Cap. 12, p. 123.

"So it comes to pass, in order to create a horror of so great a crime, and to produce in others a detestation of it, that it is just to inflict the punishment of death on an incorrigible heretic. * * * * But there is no greater sin (as we have above shown in our first books) than that of heresy, and therefore, there is no crime the hatred of which is more to be impressed on a Christian. Whence it follows that there is no crime for which one may be more justly put to death than for fixed and incurable heresy...If Martin Luther, when he first began to pour out his poison, and after being lawfully admonished, would not repent, had been capitally punished as he deserved, his followers would have been terrified, and there would not have burst forth so many heresies, but alas! Germany now endures. But because Luther escaped, Oecalampadius, Zwingli, Carlstadt, and the Anabaptists, the worst of all heretics, dared to go abroad in public and vent their heresies." Cap. 12, p. 126.

Now read once more, calmly and carefully, these significant extracts from Priest Phelan's sermon just as it was published in his official Catholic paper, "The Western Watchman," June 27, 1912. Remember these are the deliberate and carefully chosen words, echoed by this priest from his masters in the Hierarchy. Every sentiment, every curse, every traitorous word is a message of brazen defiance straight from the heart of the armed and militant Catholicism of this country! The Hierarchy has spoken. No misunderstanding is possible.

This is TREASON. This Catholic Hierarchy is the one great arch-traitor to the United States Government

in this nation today. Down with the traitors! Hierarchy, HANDS OFF THAT FLAG! Catholicism has cursed and mocked and defied our national government in public speech and in public print!

That is the last step. Here Americanism draws the dead-line. This Hierarchy has stepped over the line! There can be no compromise. We ask no apology. Our back is against the wall as a Nation. This arch-traitor, organized Catholicism, must go. This damnable treachery demands that we, you and I, drive Catholic priestcraft and its doomed Hierarchy from American shores forever!

Then forward march! Down with that dirty rag of yellow and white. TEAR IT DOWN---back to Italy with priestcraft---let us drive this bestial Hiearchy from our midst as ravening wolves.

Deport them---these UNDESIRABLE TRAITORS---or by the God above us they will yet rule us as a race of slaves.

AND WE WOULD DESERVE OUR FATE!

PRIEST PHELAN AS PICTURED IN GLOBE-DEMOCRAT.

Editorial From the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, August 20, 1892, by J. B. McCullagh---A Pen Picture in Masterly English.

D. R. PHELAN

The ribald cleric who, "for some inscrutable purpose," as Mr. Greeley once remarked, is permitted to edit a weekly "religious" newspaper in this city called The Western Watchman, takes me for a topic in answer to some editorial remarks in the Globe-Democrat

on his criticism of the life and death of the late Judge Normile. I seem to have stirred him to his innermost depths in a very short paragraph calling attention to the brutal and unprovoked character of his assault upon a memory of a man who, whatever his faults---and they were many---deserved something better than the maledictions of a renegade priest, at his death. "Noble spirits war not with the dead," says an old aphorism, but the ignoble spirit of Phelan is proof of decency, humanity or charity. His whole article in so far as it attempts to be a statement of fact is a tissue of falsehood. He says my arraignment of him was based on his criticism of the sin in Normile. He lies. What I reprobated in his infamous fulmination was that he took scarcely any notice of the supreme sin of suicide and spent all his cursing upon the offense of Normile in "changing his belief on his way from the cradle to the grave," as I phrased it. Suicide is never justified, and least of all in a case like that of Normile in which it was an unmanly surrender of one who was neither pursued nor besieged by a troublesome foe. But there was nothing in the life nor death of Normile, which justified his damnation in cold type; still less was there anything in the life or character which justified in damning anybody.

The article bore the evidence of malicious, personal spite all the way through. It was on Phelan's part, a gross abuse of his office as a priest, although he may claim that it was the editor and not the priest who did the base work. One of these days the devil will get the editor and then where will the priest be? A cause is no better than its advocate, and to estimate correctly the righteousness of the Watchman's maledictions it cannot be unfair to investigate the character and reputation of the man who uttered them.

The pen of Charles Dickens painted the prototype

of Phelan many years ago, when it wrote the immortal Pickwick Papers, and gave to the world the Rev. Mr. Stiggins, who, for reasons kept entirely to himself, was known as the gentle shepherd. Mr. Stiggins had all the vices which Phelan has and which a clergyman should not have, including hypocrisy, and bibulosity. He cultivated the latter weakness to such an extent that the elder Mr. Weller says of him that when he made a pastoral call on the family, he always brought a pint and a half bottle with him which he filled with pineapple rum and that when he got through with that bottle there was nothing left in it but the cork and the smell.

The parable between Stiggins and Phelan is perfect in many respects, and it is hard to believe that Dickens in creating Stiggins did not foresee Phelan. The chief physical characteristic of Stiggins was a red nose. Phelan has a nasal capacity a hundred candlepower greater than given by Shakespeare to Bardolph. It is cartilaginous temperance lecture, which he who runs may read! It was acquired by sponging at the sideboards of the impertinent rich, while its owner was using his sacred office to denounce the small sins of the improvident poor. Then there is, as already remarked, the parallel of hypocrisy between the two. But Stiggins was a much more manly hyypocrite than Phelan, in whom it is difficult to determine whether the liar or the hypocrite predominates and who falls to add theft to his other accomplishments only because he lacks the courage of his convictions. Mr. Phelps complains that in a former article I did nothing but call names---which is not argument. In this writing I am trying to do a little portrait painting, in the execution of which I trust a small amount of clumsiness will be excused for a great deal of truthfulness.

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In learning and literature Phelan is a pretentious ass and imposter. He is a fool among scholars and a scholar among fools. He has contrived to pick up a little knowledge between his drunks, but it is fast disappearing under the fumes of alcohol, which have already rendered it nebulous and uncertain. He has not read a book in twenty years, but has lived during that period in a state of intellectual hibernation, drawing substance from the scanty acquirements of his youth---like a bear in winter quarters sucking his paws to live on the flesh acquired during the summer. He is fond of quoting Latin, but rarely ventures beyond the familiar phrases of that language to be found at the butt end of a Webster dictionary. In his intellectual process he often mistakes delirium tremens for a divine inflatus, and thinks he is inspired when he is only tipsy. In his judgment of the product of other minds he is, like Cassio, nothing if not critical, but the standard of criticism which he applies to others would, if applied to him, make an indecent exposure of his rum-drenched brain, even to the ignorant few who still believe him to be a scholar because he is an ecclesiastic. Thus he can find nothing more pungent to say of the few editorial lines that provoked from him a column of maudlin malevolence than that they exhibit "a want of continually of thought." In his salad days he heard the schoolmen say that "continuity of thought" was an essential of good English composition, and finding that small remnant of his education still in the lumber-room of his memory, he brings it out, brushes the dust from it and flourishes it as something new and hitherto unrevealed. He answers a quotation from Hamlet in which Ophelia rebukes the puffed and reckless libertine who "shows her the steep and thorny way to Heaven," by saying that Ophelia was crazy when she made the speech. Shade of the mighty William,

did you craze Ophelia on the threshold of the play, in the very first act? Then we are told that the "ungracious pastors" whom Ophelia rebuked were "sixteenth century performers." Here we have the ignorance of the Watchman's ecclesiastical sot exposed again, though under the disguise of a jest. The scenes in Hamlet, according to the best commemorators, were laid at least five centuries before the advent of the "sixteenth century performers." Orphelia had in her mind's eye the Phelans of her time. Since its earliest day, the church has always had its Phelan, just as the vine has had its louse and the rose its scaraboons. Shakespeare drew from types of men, and not from individuals. The "sixteenth century performers" doubtless had their Phelans; but as reformers they were not sufficiently developed to be adequate to the purpose of the great master, who in his matchless creation looked before and after and was "not for a day, but for all time"---who drew the Shylocks of today in The Merchants of Venice, just as he drew the Phelans of today in Hamlet.

In his original article of August 14th, the Rev. Phelan dwells especially on sins of the flesh, as calculated to drive from the sane the Spirit of God. How much of the Spirit of God, then, can there be left in the soul of a man,---and that man a priest---who indecently addresses a virtuous woman on the street, "Where are you going, Baby?" Is this---(spoken by a man to a woman whom he has never seen before)---the language of the flesh or an exhalation of the Spirit? For this language with the conduct accompanying it, which suited the action to the word and the word to the action, D. S. Phelan, wearing the garb of his holy office, was marched to the station house not long ago, by a policeman at the instigation of the woman he has insulted. Two strongly opposed arguments---his cloth and one of those howling drunks in which

the Reverend gentleman is, to quote from his own favorite language, facile princeps, united to secure leniency from the police, and instead of being thrown into a cell, like a common malefactor, he was sent home in a hack. One day this "reverend father" "the primrose path of dalliance trod" on Eleventh street, and the next day he resumed his pious occupation of teaching sinners "the steep and thorny path to Heaven." In the meantime, however, he had to plead hard with the police to keep him off the steep and rocky road to the workhouse, via the Black Maria. The case was one for a husband and a horsewhip (!) rather than for a policeman and a stationhouse. The matter was kept out of the newspapers, I suppressed it in the Globe-Democrat because I gave the Reverend accused the benefit of the doubt as to the extent to which his condition rendered him irresponsible for his conduct. He is not as merciful to me as I have been, and yet am, to him, for I still cover with the mantle of his booze his "sins of the flesh," for while he arraigns me under the distinct charge of having received money for the silence of this newspaper on a certain occasion. Of course he lies and knows he lies and he knows, too, that the apostle---he is very fond of quoting the apostle---condemns lying as almost as bad as insulting a virtuous woman on the street. Further than this I cannot go in defense of myself against anything said by a dead beat of the Phelan stripe, except to remark incidently that if Hell were dosed with tartar emetic the last dregs of the last vomit would be a Phelan in full canonicals. "Mack."

On August ninth last, Senator Dillingham, the chairman of that commission, introduced a bill fifty-two pages long containing the legislation recommended

by the commission, and the same bill was introduced in the house by Congressman Focht. On January eighteenth the bill was reported to the senate, and after three months and one day of consideration, and many days' debate, was passed by the senate April nineteenth, the opposition to it being led by Senator "Gumshoe Bill" Stone, of Missouri, who even had the audacity to state on the floor of the senate that those in favor of it were A. P. A.'s and that he had been in conference with priests in Chicago and elsewhere that were opposed to it!

The attention of his Missouri constituents is especially called to this striking extract of this speech of their Roman-apologist senator, William J. Stone:

"I wish to say that this literacy test in this bill smacks too much of Know-nothingism and A. P. A.ism to command my support. All of you are familiar with the old Know-nothing propaganda, and you are all familiar with the more recent revival of that propaganda under the name of The American Protective Association. Both of these movements were intended to lay drastic and most intolerant proscription upon foreign-born people and upon the membership of the Catholic church.

"The age of Know-nothingism was before my day but I know as a matter of history that the Democratic party fought the movement tooth and nail and destroyed it. When A. P. A.ism was projected and raised a threatening hand against the equality of American citizenship because of the accident of birth and because of religious conviction, I happened at that time to have the honor of being the governor of Missouri. Without a moment of hesitation I put myself in opposition to the movement. At the meeting of the Democratic state convention in 1894, I wrote a resolution denouncing A. P. A.ism and was successful

in having it incorporated in the party platform then adopted.

"The Democratic party as an organization followed a similar course throughout the country, and A. P. A.ism, like Know-nothingism, disappeared as an active force in public affairs. Still there can be no doubt that the intolerant spirit of these movements remains. It lurks quiescent, but it is still into he minds and hearts of many men. I would not say, for I would be most unwilling to believe that any senator supporting that educational test approves the intolerant spirit and un-American doctrines of Know-nothingism or A. P. A.ism; nevertheless, this educational test is but one form of giving new life and vigor to that spirit and those doctrines. I cannot support a proposition so strongly marked with intolerance as this one."

Being Speaker Clarke's real campaign manager, Stone visited the speaker's room the next morning after the bill passed the senate, having, it is reported, been in conference with the opposition the night before and made a deal whereby the nomination and election of Champ Clark was assured, but this assurance proved a boomerang for the patriotic forces get wind of it and proceeded to puncture the speaker's boom.

Nevertheless even though the Catholics themselves, such as Roger Sullivan and fifty pocketed delegates went back on him, the speaker is still in opposition to this beneficient legislation. . . . . . Some of the congressmen, however, are not standing for any Caesarism.

In direct opposition to the Catholicized vaporings of the cat's-paw, William J. Stone, who misrepresents a portion of our grand old state of Missouri, we now call your attention to the following sentiments from the superb and fearless speech of Hon. Martin Dies, of

Texas, on this subject of foreign immigration, delivered by him in the house of representatives Wednesday, May 22, 1912. Hon. Martin Dies measures up to the true standard of an American patriot. He is loyal, brave and unafraid of the hierarchy. Hear his ringing words:

"Mr. Chairman: I shall not tax the patience of the committee with a lengthy speech this evening, but there are one or two matters which I particularly want to call your attention to. One of these is the question of foreign immigration.

"The status of that question before congress can be briefly stated. In 1907 the friends of restriction proposed to enact a law against the admission of illiterate foreigners into the United States. By the illiterate is meant those foreigners over fourteen years of age who can neither read or write in any language. The illiteracy test was side-tracked by congress in 1907 by appointment of a commission to look into the whole question and report to congress. The commission spent something like four years' time and a million dollars of the people's money making the investigation. They reported in favor of the illiteracy test.

"During this session of congress a bill prescribing the illiteracy test has passed the senate. A similar bill has been favorably reported to the house from its committee on immigration and naturalization.

"A majority of the senate have already signified their approval of the bill. No man doubts that the lower house is overwhelmingly in favor of it.

"Then, in the name of common sense, why do we not pass the bill?

"The farmers' unions and the labor organizations all over the country have demanded this very law year in and year out for a decade. A great majority

of patriotic Americans in every walk of life are in favor of staying the tide of ignorant and vicious immigration.

"What, then, Mr. Chairman, is the matter that this bill to keep out 200,000 a year of the illiterate from the south and east of Europe is being strangled and smothered?

"We hear a good deal about progression and progressives. Here, my brethren, is an opportunity for genuine progress. Where are the progressives?

"We hear a flood of talk about giving more power to the people. It is undeniably true that the lower the percentage of a people's intelligence is the less power they can safely exercise, and that the higher the rate of intelligence the more power they can safely exercise.

"Here, then, is a chance for real progressives. Help me to keep out this annual 200,000 illiterates and thus make it possible for the people to exercise greater power.

"I call to arms the real progressives of both parties. You are needed today to save this wholesome measure from being sand-bagged behind the doors of the rules committee. We have had many progressive words and now we are in sore need of progressive works. Of progressive declamation we have been well supplied. Today we need progressive deeds.

"Mark you, Mr. Chairman, this literacy test has been recommended by the immigration commission appointed under the direction of congress; a bill following that recommendation has passed the senate; a similar bill has been reported to this house with a recommendation that it pass. And yet, sir, I am told that this measure is to be chloroformed to death in the secret conclaves of leaders who have fooled the people into the belief that they are struggling desperately for progressive legislation.

"The simple truth is, Mr. Chairman, that it is the same old game of politics. The election is coming on. The foreign element in the great cities and elsewhere are very watchful; they are against restrictive immigration; they want the dumping to continue. That is, not all of them are of this way of thinking, but a very large majority are. On the other hand, the farmers' unions, the labor organizations, and patriotic Americans generally want this bill passed, but those who are for the bill are not watchful and active. They have neither threatened nor promised. But that is not the case with those who are opposing this measure. They are active, watchful, and ready to punish or reward, as the result inclines them.

"The power of self-government is the power of intelligence, and yet we admit into this Republic every twelve months, almost a million ignorant foreigners. They are being clothed with the ballot in largely increasing numbers.

"They are congesting in the slums of the cities.

"They are vexing and perplexing every social, economic, and political question.

"They are incapable of self-government. Why do not we restrict this undesirable immigrants?

"Because we are a lot of vote-catching trimmers, and we are just now engaged in juggling the cards for an advantage in the November election.

"This congress---this progressive congress---weeping and idolizing at the feet of Roosevelt, Clark, or Wilson, is crying progress in a loud voice, and preparing to smother legislation to keep out of the United States illiterate foreigners who can neither read nor write in any language.

"Strange it is, passing strange, that men crying that the people should have more power, that government should be brought nearer the people, should

either actively conspire for or supinely submit to the strangling of this immigration measure.

"Do you suppose the people of Italy or Russia are capable of free government? You know they are not, because if they were capable they would have free government.

"And still you sit here unconcerned while the great steamship companies unload the worst element of those countries upon our shores by the million, to mix and mingle with you in the solution of the problems of free government. The strangling of this legislation is a cowardly piece of business. Cry progress. Cry that you are a Democratic or Republican progressives, and yet you let a million from the south and east of Europe dump themselves upon our shores every twelve months, to depress the wages of our labor, debase the standard of living, and complicate

every political problem that vexes our statesmanship. You need not tell me that it is not a serious matter.

Nearly 200,000 of these foreigners were converted into qualified voters last year. For the most part these new-made suffragians live in the cities and their votes are controlled by the city bosses that we hear so much about. "Mr Chairman, I believe in free government. I believe that it is possible for a virtuous, intelligent people to govern themselves. I believe such a people can get along without kings to govern them. But while I believe in the feasibility of free institutions amongst people who are enlightened and patriotic. I know that ignorance and vice are the death of free governments. Liberty cannot live in an atmosphere of ignorance. History, ancient and modern, teaches the lesson that free government can only endure among people who possess the intelligence to know the right and the virtue to do it."---(Applause.)