The youth of the streets could not endure it.

No young vagabond could be brought to bear its contemplation for a moment, without throwing himself upon the unoffending wearer, and doing him a mischief.

His social existence had been more like that of an early Christian, than an innocent child of the nineteenth century.

He had been stoned in the streets.

He had been overthrown into gutters; bespattered with mud; violently flattened against posts.