This family of ten persons had been living, during the last nine weeks, upon relief amounting to 5s.

a week.
When we called, the mother and one or two of her daughters were busy in the next room, washing their poor bits of well-kept clothing.

The daughters kept out of sight, as if ashamed.

It was a good kind of cottage, in a clean street, called "Maudland Bank," and the whole place had a tidy, sweet look, though it was washing-day.

The mother told me that she had been severely afflicted with seven successive attacks of inflammation, and yet, in spite of her long-continued ill-health, and in spite of the iron teeth of poverty which had been gnawing at them so long, for the first time, I have rarely seen a more frank and cheerful countenance than that thin matron's, as she stood there, wringing her clothes, and telling her little story.