'St Giles' is where the poor wretched starving Irish dwell.

Their utter misery in the middle of this rich metropolis is a crying disgrace to the Prime Minister.' Poor Badger, how much he has to bear! 'Only think,' continued Lactimel, with a soft pathetic drawl, 'they have none to feed them, none to clothe them, none to do for them!' 'It is a great question,' said Ugolina, 'whether promiscuous charity is a blessing or a curse.

It is probably the greatest question of the age.

I myself am inclined to think--' 'But, ma,' said Madame Jaquetanape, 'Mrs.Tudor doesn't really mean that she is going to live at St.Giles', does she ?' 'I said Islington,' said Gertrude.

'We may go to St.Giles' next, perhaps.' Had she known all, how dreadful would such jokes have been to her! Mrs.Val saw that she was being quizzed, and, not liking it, changed the conversation.