A DECAYED INDUSTRY.

(_From the Note-book of Our Prophet-Reporter._)

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The HOME SECRETARY was seated in his room awaiting the arrival of the

Deputation:--

"Well, I suppose I was right to allow them to interview me," he

murmured. "The submerged Tenth have not the franchise to-day. Ah! but

they may have it to-morrow!"

The HOME SECRETARY'S exclamation was caused by the appearance of a

number of half-starved ragamuffins, who had lounged into the room, and

were now standing respectfully before him.

"Beg pardon, Sir," said the spokesman of this strange-looking

deputation, "but are you the 'OME SECKKERTERRY?"

"That is my position," replied the Cabinet Minister. "And now that you

are here, what do you want?"

"Well, Guv'nor, truth to tell, we are out of employment. Our trade has

gone to the dogs. Our business wos a removin' of superfluous cash from

the pockets of the more inattentive of the public."

"Burglars!" exclaimed the HOME SECRETARY, in some alarm, and he

hastily approached the handle of the bell communicating with the

Messenger's Room.

"Stow it!" cried the spokesman roughly, then hurriedly lowering his

tone, he apologised, and said he spoke from force of habit. "Twenty

years ago our purfession was worth something. We could make a tidy

living out of silk pocket-handkerchiefs, and sich like. But nowadays

it's all changed. It wants capital, Guv'nor; that's where it is, it

wants capital!"

"What wants capital?" queried the Minister.

"Why, our purfession, to be sure. Nowadays everythink's done on

scientific principals. A burglar must know something of chemistry,

and be up in things generally. Besides, all the real good things are

worked by syndicates. Unless you can put in a 'underd pounds or so,

why, you are nowhere. What are we to do?"

The HOME SECRETARY sat in deep thought.

"Look 'ere, Guv'nor," continued the spokesman, "'ere's a noshun. As we

can't afford to be thieves, and haven't sufficient education to become

burglars, why shouldn't we assist the Civil Power? Make us Peelers,

Sir, you know--Coppers."

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A month later the Police received some new recruits, and the title of

the Force was officially changed to "The Unemployed."

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