"You have the fact before you in the board of health, prison, almshouse, police, house of refuge, mission and other reports that are made every year to the people.

If they hear not these, neither will they believe, though one rose from the dead." "All is too dreadfully palpable for unbelief," returned Mr.Dinneford.
"I only expressed a passing thought." "My mind may take an unhealthy tone--does often, without doubt," said Mr.Paulding.

"I wonder, sometimes, that I can keep my head clear and my purposes steady amid all this moral and physical disorder and suffering.
But exaggeration of either this evil or its consequences is impossible.
The half can never be told." Mr.Dinneford rose to go.

As he did so, two little Italian children, a boy and a girl, not over eight years of age, tired, hungry, pinched and starved-looking little creatures, the boy with a harp slung over his shoulder, and the girl carrying a violin, went past on the other side.
"Where in the world do all of these little wretches come from ?" asked Mr.Dinneford.

"They are swarming our streets of late.