the misery of this life and feel that my impressions are exaggerated that i am too close to the picture and lack perspective at such moments find it well to turn to the testimony of other men to prove to myself that i am not becoming and has always struck me as being a well controlled man and he says � to me at least it would be enough to condemn modern society as hardly an advance on slavery or if permanent condition of industry were to be that which we behold that ninety per cent of the actual of wealth have no home that they can call their own beyond the end of the week have no bit of soil or so much as a room that belongs to them have nothing of value of any kind except as much old furniture as will go into a cart have the precarious chance of weekly wages which barely suffice to keep them in health are for the most part in places that no man thinks fit for his horse are separated by so narrow a margin from that a month of bad trade sickness or unexpected loss brings them face to face with hunger and but below this normal state of the average workman in town and country there is found the great band of destitute � the camp followers of the army of industry � at least one tenth of the whole population whose the normal condition is one of sickening wretchedness if this is to be the permanent arrangement of modern society civilization must be held to bring a curse on the great majority of mankind ninety per cent the figures are appalling yet the rev after drawing a frightful in london picture finds himself compelled to it by half a million here it is � i often used to meet when i was at families drifting into london along the road one day there came along a and his wife his son and two daughters their family had lived for a long time on an estate in the country and managed with the help of the common land and their labor to get on i the people of the abyss but the time came when the common was upon and their labor was not needed on the estate and they were quietly turned out of their cottage where should they go of course to where work was thought to be plentiful they had a little and they thought they could get two decent rooms to live in but the inexorable land question met them in london � j ib r j v ii fc view in they tried the decent courts for lodgings and found that two rooms would cost ten shillings a week food was dear and bad water was bad and in a short time their health suffered work was hard to get and its was so low that they were soon in debt they became more ill and more despairing with the poisonous surroundings the darkness and the long hours of work and they were driven forth to seek a cheaper lodging they found it in a court i knew well � a of crime and nameless the horrors in this they got a single room at a cruel rent and work was more difficult for them to get now as they came from a place of such bad and they fell into the hands of those who sweat the last drop out of man and woman and child or wages which are the food only of despair and the darkness and the dirt the bad food and the sickness and the want of water was worse than before and the crowd and the companionship of the court robbed them of tht last of self respect the drink demon seized upon them of course there was a public house at both ends of the court there they fled one and all for shelter and warmth and society and and they came out in deeper debt with senses and burning brains and an craving for drink they would do anything to and in a few months the father was in prison the wife dying the son a criminal and the daughters on the street this by a and you will be beneath the truth no more dreary spectacle can be found on this earth than the whole of the awful east with its green and to the east india the color of life is gray and everything is helpless hopeless and dirty bath are a thing totally unknown as as the of the gods the people themselves are dirty while any attempt at cleanliness becomes howling farce when it is not pitiful and tragic strange come drifting along the greasy wind and the rain when it falls is more like than water the people of the abyss from heaven the very are with in brief a vast and complacent which could be done away with by nothing short of a oi mount here lives a population as dull and as its long gray miles of dingy brick religion has passed it by and a gross and stupid the fatal alike to the things of the spirit and the finer instincts of life it used to be the proud boast that ever englishman s home was his castle but to day it is an j the folk have no homes j they do not know the significance and the sacred ness of home life even the dwellings where live the better class workers are the they have no home life the very language proves it the father returning from work asks his child in the street where her mother is and back the answer comes in the buildings a new race has sprung up a street people they pass their lives at work and in the streets they have and into which to crawl 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