They will gather some courage during the night, for the next morning they will find their way to, and be knocking once more at, the same dock-gates.

It takes sterling qualities to endure this life, and there can be no greater hero than the man who goes through it and still retains manhood.
But it would be more than a miracle if tens of thousands of men could live this life without many of them becoming wastrels, for it is certain that a life of unemployment is dangerous to manhood, to character and health.
As a matter of fact the ranks of the utterly submerged are being constantly recruited from the ranks of those who have but casual work.

During winter the existence of the unemployed is more amply demonstrated, for then we are called upon to witness the most depressing of all London's sights, a parade of the unemployed.

I never see one without experiencing strange and mixed emotions.

Let me picture a parade, for where I live they are numerous, and at least once a week one will pass my window.
I hear the doleful strains of a tin whistle accompanied with a rub-a-dub-dub of a kettledrum that has known its best days, and whose sound is as doleful as that of the whistle.