Not yours the victor’s meed of praise,
When Freedom leads her hosts to war,
For even in these evil days
Her fighters grow from more to more.
-Michael Schwab
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Hellraisers Journal – Sunday October 2, 1898
“From More to More” by Michael Schwab
From the London Social Democrat of October 1898:
C’est la lutte finale
Groupons-nous et demain
L’Internationale
Sera le genre humain.
-Eugène Pottier – Paris, June 1871
Hellraisers Journal: Monday May 2, 1898
From London’s Social Democrat: the Story of an Old Communard, Conclusion
The story of the Old Communard, begun in a French village in the year 1880, ends in that same village in the year 1891, during the month of May:
Father Martin was carried to the cemetery and laid to rest in the little corner of earth reserved for the poor, of whom he had been all his life the valiant defender.
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From the Social Democrat of May 1898:
THE OLD COMMUNARD.
(Il en Était)
—–(From the French of J, B. Clément.)
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V.
The honest and laborious sallies of the brave William, who was respected largely on account of his herculean strength, at length brought forth fruit.
Father Martin was able from time to time to go and enjoy the shelter of the grand old tree of liberty without being molested. In time, too, the people, who until now had regarded him with an air of contempt, began to acknowledge him at meeting, and sometimes even to salute him with respect.
The old man informed his son of this little alteration of opinion.
“Father,” replied the latter, “I also have observed it; the people who lately shunned me are coming to me again, and are testifying a sympathy which is quite touching. I am happy for your sake, but indifferent as regards myself.”
Father and son were worthy of each other.
C’est la lutte finale
Groupons-nous et demain
L’Internationale
Sera le genre humain.
-Eugène Pottier – Paris, June 1871
Hellraisers Journal: Monday April 18, 1898
From London’s Social Democrat: the Story of an Old Communard
The following story of an old communard’s tribulations, in a small French village during the early 1880s, was begun in the April edition of The Social Democrat and will be continued in the May edition.
THE OLD COMMUNARD.
(Il en Était)
—–(From the French of J. B. Clément.)
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I.
One morning in the month of December, 1880, the omnibus which connected the station of —– with a little village at several miles distance, stopped before the door of a farm, on the threshold of which waited the farmer, his wife, and their two young children.
“Ah! Here he is! What happiness!” cried the two little ones, dancing, and clapping their hands with joy the while.
The farmer, followed by his wife, ran to open the door of the carriage and to assist a man of about sixty years of age to descend. He was of middle height, and was supported by a crutch.
“Good morning, father,” said the farmer, as he embraced the old man with effusion.
The farmer’s wife and the two children fell upon his neck and covered his face with kisses.
They’ll find me still unchanged and strong,
When breaks their puny thrall;
With hate for not one living soul,
And pity for them all.
-Ernest Jones
Hellraisers Journal, Friday April 1, 1898
“The coming hope, the future day, When wrong to right shall bow.”
From The Social Democrat of April 1898:
C’est la lutte finale
Groupons-nous et demain
L’Internationale
Sera le genre humain.
-Eugène Pottier – Paris, June 1871
Hellraisers Journal, Thursday March 31, 1898
Paris Commune Celebrated Annually by Socialists
From The Social Democrat of March 1898:
THE COMMUNE OF PARIS.
The 18th of March, the anniversary of the Paris Commune, is annually celebrated by Socialists throughout the world. The Commune of Paris is an event unique in history. It was the first working-class government that the world had ever seen. For the first time the working people had seized the reins of government, and taken into their hands the administration of a great city. No wonder the possessing classes were alarmed; no wonder all the forces of “respectability,” of reaction and obscurantism, rallied to the government of the “little man,” Theirs, and his gang of Imperialist mouchards and Royalist ruffians at Versailles. The revolution of the Parisian proletariat was not a mere political movement, it was a menace to all those interests which live and thrive by the enslavement, the exploitation, and the plunder of the workers.
The history of this epoch-marking insurrection is an oft-told tale. Who, among Socialists, does not know of the desertion of Paris by the reactionary Assembly; of the measures for disarming the Parisian National Guards; of the attempted seizure of the guns on the heights of Montmartre in the morning of the 18th of March; how that attempt was frustrated, and how the troops sent to carry it out fraternised with the National Guards, and shot the officer who ordered them to fire upon the people?
The issue is Socialism versus Capitalism.
I am for Socialism because I am for humanity.
We have been cursed with the reign of gold long enough.
-Eugene Victor Debs
Hellraisers Journal, Monday March 21, 1898
Eugene V. Debs on Tour-Found in Wilmington, Baltimore, & Washington
From the Wilmington Every Evening of March 19, 1898:
Debs on Social Democracy.
Eugene V Debs, head of the Social Democracy movement, and C. Wesley Callahan, the secretary, explained the movement to a fair-sized audience in Turn Hall last evening. B. Lundy Kent presided. The aim of socialism is industrial equality, to be obtained by the co-operative commonwealth. The people, as explained by Debs are to seize the instruments and all means of production. The State is to run business as well as government. The local Social Democracy is to meet on Sunday afternoons at 610½ Market street.
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