In every case I had the great advantage of being thus accompanied by gentlemen who were friendly and familiar with the poor we visited.
This was a great facility to me.

Wilkie's Court is a little cul de sac, with about half-a-dozen wretched cottages in it, fronted by a dead wall.

The inhabitants of the place are all Irish.

They were nearly all kept alive by relief from one source or other; but their poverty was not relieved by that cleanliness which I had witnessed in so many equally poor houses, making the best use of those simple means of comfort which are invaluable, although they cost little or nothing.

In the first house we called at, a middle-aged woman was pacing slowly about the unwholesome house with a child in her arms.
My friend inquired where the children were.