A man cannot go wrong in Trinity Ward just now, if he wants to see poor folk.

He may find them there at any time, but now he cannot help but meet them; and nobody can imagine how badly off they are, unless he goes amongst them.

They are biding the hard time out wonderfully well, and they will do so to the end.

They certainly have not more than a common share of human frailty.

There are those who seem to think that when people are suddenly reduced to poverty, they should become suddenly endowed with the rarest virtues; but it never was so, and, perhaps, never will be so long as the world rolls.