What chance in life is there for a youth of twenty who loses an arm or leg?
He has no friends whose loving care and whose financial means can soften his affliction and keep him in comfort while training for service.

Who in this rich, industrial England wants such service as he can render?
Very few! and those who do make use of him naturally feel that his service is not worth much.
Numbers of my acquaintances like Angus half lose their sight! Who requires their service?
No one! But these men live on, and they mean to live on, and Nature furnishes them with the means by giving them extra cunning.

Many of these fellows, poor disabled fellows, inhabit the dark places of the underworld.

Let us call them out of their dark places and number them, classify them, note their disabilities! Truly they came down to the underworld through great afflictions.

They form the disabled army of civilisation's industrial world who have been wounded and crippled in the battle.