"And the child," continued the visitor, "how is it ?" "It's deeod," replied the man; "it dee'd yesterday." He then rose, and walked slowly into the next room, returning with a basket in his hands, in which the dead child was decently laid out.
"That's o' that's laft on it neaw," said the poor fellow.

Then, putting the basket upon the floor, he sat down in front of it, with his head between his hands, looking silently at the corpse.

Such things as these were the theme of our conversation as we went along, and I found afterwards that every visitor whom it was my privilege to meet, had some special story of distress to relate, which came within his own appointed range of action.

In my first flying visit to that great melancholy field, I could only glean such things as lay nearest to my hand, just then; but wherever I went, I heard and saw things which touchingly testify what noble stuff the working population of Lancashire, as a whole, is made of.

One of the first cases we called upon, after leaving the "Stone Yard," was that of a family of ten--man and wife, and eight children.