To eat, to sleep, to have no responsibility, to be free to live an uncontrolled life, are their ambitions; they have no other.
Some of them are young men, only twenty years of age, who have seen the inside of prison again and again.

Some of them are older, who have tramped the country in the summer time and have been drawn to London by the attraction of an easy feeding in the winter.

Search their ranks! and you will find very little genuine, unfortunate, self-respecting poverty.
They are what they are, and unless other means are adopted they will, remain what they are! And so they will eat the bread and drink the soup; they will come at twelve o'clock noon; they will come at six o'clock in the evening.

They will sleep where they can, and to-morrow will be as to-day; and the next day as to-morrow, unless some compulsion is applied to them.
All this is very sad, but I venture to say it is true, and it seems to be one of the evils almost inseparable from our present life.

Probably in every clime and every age such women and men have existed.