A roll of cheap "pirated" music lies on his knee and proclaims his method of living.

His life has its dangers, for he has great difficulty in providing five shillings for his pedlar's licence, and he runs great risk of having his stock seized by the police, and being committed to prison for a fine he cannot pay.
He has brought sorrow and disgrace upon his parents, no eye brightens at the mention of his name.

Alas! he is a specimen of the "homeless boy" of whom his neighbours the minstrels will sing to-morrow.

He is silent and moody, for he is not in funds.

Are there none among the company whom sheer misfortune has brought down into this underworld?
we ask.