So here I begin my recital.
"I was always an unlucky man, and the end of my life proves to be as unfortunate as the beginning.

I was born in London some fifty and more years ago, in a Whitechapel slum, of drunken and profligate parents, so it is little to be wondered at that my career has been anything but virtuous or respectable.

In my early childhood--if it may be called so--I was beaten and starved, set to beg, forced to thieve, and never had a kind word said to me or a kind deed done to me.

No wonder I grew up a callous, hardened ruffian.

As the twig is bent, so will the tree grow.
"Out of this depth of degradation I was rescued by a philanthropist, who had me fed and clothed and educated.