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d life is also very hard he says察for those who are not used to it察and there is not enough to eat。 Has had to´day a pen'orth of bread察for minding a cab。  Yesterday he spent 3 1/2d。 on a breakfast察and that lasted him all day。  Age 25。

No。 10。  Been out of work a month。  Carman by trade。  Arm withered察and cannot do work properly。  Has slept here all the week察got an awful cold through the wet。  Lives at odd jobs they all do。  Got sixpence yesterday for minding a cab and carrying a couple of parcels。 Earned nothing to´day察but had one good meal察a lady gave it him。 Has been walking about all day looking for work察and is tired out。

No。 11。  Youth察aged 16。  Sad case察Londoner。  Works at odd jobs and matches selling。  Has taken 3d。 to´day察i。e。察net profit 1 1/2d。  Has five boxes still。  Has slept here every night for a month。  Before that slept in Covent Garden Market or on doorsteps。  Been sleeping out six months察since he left Feltham Industrial School。  Was sent there for playing truant。  Has had one bit of bread to´day察yesterday had only some gooseberries and cherries察i。e。察bad ones that had been thrown away。  Mother is alive。  She ;chucked him out; when he returned home on leaving Feltham because he could'nt find her money for drink。

No。 12。  Old man察age 67。  Seems to take rather a humorous view of the position。  Kind of Mark Tapley。  Says he can't say he does like it察but then he must like it  Ha察ha  Is a slater by trade。  Been out of work some time察younger men naturally get the work。  Gets a bit of bricklaying sometimes察can turn his hand to anything。  Goes miles and gets nothing。  Earned one and twopence this week at holding horses。 Finds it hard察certainly。  Used to care once察and get down´hearted察but that's no good察don't trouble now。  Had a bit of bread and butter and cup of coffee to´day。  Health is awful bad察not half the size he was察exposure and want of food is the cause察got wet last night察and is very stiff in consequence。  Has been walking about since it was light察that is 3 a。m。  Was so cold and wet and weak察scarcely knew what to do。 Walked to Hyde Park察and got a little sleep there on a dry seat as soon as the park opened。

These are fairly typical cases of the men who are now wandering homeless through the streets。  That is the way in which the nomads of civilization are constantly being recruited from above。

Such are the stories gathered at random one Midsummer night this year under the shade of the plane trees of the Embankment。  A month later察when one of my staff took the census of the sleepers out of doors along the line of the Thames from Blackfriars to Westminster察he found three hundred and sixty´eight persons sleeping in the open air。  Of these察two hundred and seventy were on the Embankment proper察and ninety´eight in and about Covent Garden Market察while the recesses of Waterloo and Blackfriars Bridges were full of human misery。

This察be it remembered察was not during a season of bad trade。 The revival of business has been attested on all hands察notably by the barometer of strong drink。  England is prosperous enough to drink rum in quantities which appall the Chancellor of the Exchequer but she is not prosperous enough to provide other shelter than the midnight sky for these poor outcasts on the Embankment。

To very many even of those who live in London it may be news that there are so many hundreds who sleep out of doors every night。  There are comparatively few people stirring after midnight察and when we are snugly tucked into our own beds we are apt to forget the multitude outside in the rain and the storm who are shivering the long hours through on the hard stone seats in the open or under the arches of the railway。  These homeless察hungry people are察however there察but being broken´spirited folk for the most part they seldom make their voices audible in the ears of their neighbours。  Now and again察however察a harsh cry from the depths is heard for a moment察jarring rudely upon the ear and then all is still。  The inarticulate classes speak as seldom as Balaam's ass。  But they sometimes find a voice。  Here for instance is one such case which impressed me much。  It was reported in one of the Liverpool papers some time back。  The speaker was haranguing a small knot of twenty or thirty men此

;My lads察─he commenced察with one hand in the breast of his ragged vest察and the other察as usual察plucking nervously at his beard察 This kind o' work can't last for ever。;  Deep and earnest exclamations察 It can't It shan't; ;Well察boys察─continued the speaker察 Somebody'll have to find a road out o' this。  What we want is work察not work'us bounty察though the parish has been busy enough amongst us lately察God knows  What we want is honest work察。Hear察hear。 Now察what I propose is that each of you gets fifty mates to join you察that'll make about 1200 starving chapsAnd then拭─asked several very gaunt and hungry´looking men excitedly。 ;Why察then察─continued the leader。  ;Why察then察─interrupted a cadaverous´looking man from the farther and darkest end of the cellar察 of course we'll make aLondon job of it察eh拭─ No察no察─hastily interposed my friend察and holding up his hands deprecatingly察 we'll go peaceably about it chaps察we'll go in a body to the Town Hall察and show our poverty察and ask for work。  We'll take the women and children with us too。;  ─Too ragged  Too starved  They can't walk it ┌ ;The women's rags is no disgrace察the staggerin' children 'll show what we come to。 Let's go a thousand strong察and ask for work and bread 

Three years ago察in London察there were some such processions。  Church parades to the Abbey and St。 Paul's察bivouacs in Trafalgar Square察etc。 But Lazarus showed his rags and his sores too conspicuously for the convenience of Dives察and was summarily dealt with in the name of law and order。  But as we have Lord Mayor's Days察when all the well´fed fur´clad City Fathers go in State Coaches through the town察why should we not have a Lazarus Day察in which the starving Out´of´Works察and the sweated half´starved ;in´works; of London should crawl in their tattered raggedness察with their gaunt察hungry faces察and emaciated Wives and children察a Procession of Despair through the main thoroughfares past the massive houses and princely palaces of luxurious London

For these men are gradually察but surely察being sucked down into the quicksand of modern life。  They stretch out their grimy hands to us in vain appeal察not for charity察but for work。

Work察work it is always work that they ask。  The Divine curse is to them the most blessed of benedictions。  ;In the sweat of thy brow thou shalt eat thy bread察─but alas for these forlorn sons of Adam察they fail to find the bread to eat察for Society has no work for them to do。 They have not even leave to sweat。  As well as discussing how these poor wanderers should in the second Adam ;all be made alive察─ought we not to put forth some effort to effect their restoration to that share in the heritage of lab our which is theirs by right of descent from the first Adam


CHAPTER 4。  THE OUT´OF´WORKS

There is hardly any more pathetic figure than that of the strong able worker crying plaintively in the midst of our palaces and churches not for charity察but for work察asking only to be allowed the privilege of perpetual hard labour察that thereby he may earn wherewith to fill his empty belly and silence the cry of his children for food。  Crying for it and not getting it察seeking for labour as lost treasure and finding it not察until at last察all spirit and vigour worn out in the weary quest察the once willing worker becomes a broken´down drudge察sodden with wretchedness and despairing of all help in this world or in that which is to come。  Our organisation of industry certainly leaves much to be desired。  A problem which even slave owners have solved ought not to be abandoned as insoluble by the Christian civilisation of the Nineteenth Century。

I have already given a few life stories taken down from the lip此 of those who were found homeless on the Embankment which suggest somewhat of the hardships and the misery of the fruitless search for work。 But what a volume of dull察squalid horrora horror of great darkness gradually obscuring all the light of day from the life of the sufferer might be written from the simple prosaic experiences of the ragged fellows whom you meet every day in the street。  These men察whose labour is their only capital察are allowed察nay compelled to waste day after day by the want of any means of employment察and then when they have seen days and weeks roll by during which their capital has been wasted by pounds and pounds察they are lectured for not saving the pence。 When a rich man cannot employ his capital he puts it out at interest察but the bank for the labour capital of the poor man has yet to be invented。  Yet it might be worth while inventing one。  A man's labour is not only his capital but his life。  When it passes it returns never more。  To utilise it察to prevent its wasteful squandering察to enable the poor man to bank it up for use hereafter察this surely is one of the most urgent tasks before civilisation。

Of all heart´breaking toil the hunt for work is surely the worst。 Yet at any mom

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