Come now, Lizzy, darlin'; tell us your name, love, won't you, now ?" But it was no use; we couldn't get her to speak.

In the next cottage where we called, in this row, there was a woman washing.

Her mug was standing upon a stool in the middle of the floor; and there was not any other thing in the place in the shape of furniture or household utensil.
The walls were bare of everything, except a printed paper, bearing these words: "The wages of sin is death.

But the gift of God is eternal life, through Jesus Christ our Lord." We now went to another street, and visited the cottage of a blind chairmaker, called John Singleton.

He was a kind of oracle among the poor folk of the neighbourhood.