…<Sc>what is it that we want? Is it something so unreasonable? It is mercy at the hands of monopoly – justice at the hands of power – and our own at the hands of luxurious rapacity. On what grounds, I say, do they oppose us? They say we are too ignorant to enjoy the franchise; we, ourselves, do not know what we want; we are no judges of what would be good for us. Does a man know what he wants when he is starving? and sees the rich rolling in riotous profusion? He'll tell you he wants food – but then, they say that's all his folly – it's the workhouse that he wants! Does a man know what he wants when he is sinking with over-work, that the wealthy may enjoy their sumptuous indolence? He'll tell you he wants some hours of rest; but then, they say that's idleness and crime! It's the gaol that he wants! Does a man know what he wants when he's ground to the dust by the accursed hand of monopoly?