Here a group of cast-off wives, whom the law has allowed outraged husbands to consign to this perdition; but who, when sober enough, come back to the upperworld and drag others down to share their fate.
Does any one want to know what becomes of the wives who, having developed a love of drink, have been separated from their husbands, and cast homeless into the streets?
Here in this circle of Hell you may find them, consigned to a moral death from which there is no resurrection.
And the idle, the vicious, the lustful and the criminal are here too.
But we leave them, and get back to the everlasting workers, the sober and virtuous women of whom I have told.

What a contrast is here presented! Drunkenness, vice, bestiality and crime! Virtue, industry, honesty and self-respect condemned to live together! But let us look and listen; we hear a voice speaking to us-- "Dear Mr.Holmes, I am deeply interested in your work, and feel one with you in mind and heart in the different troubles of human life, and of their causes and consequences.

I feel that if only my health was better, and I was placed in some other sphere of life, that I would do something to help on your good work.

But, alas! I shall never be strong again; the hard grinding for a miserable pittance gives me no chance to get nourishing food and recover my strength.

Some people say to me, 'Why don't you go into the workhouse or the infirmary ?' This I bear in silence, but it is simply killing me in a slow way.