Sister Grace was so vexed by the rude message he sent to-day while she was here, because I could not do the work, that she sent a letter to him telling him the fact of my suffering.

She thinks I am in a very bad state through insufficient food, and, Mr.Holmes, it is true! for no one but God and myself really know how I have existed.

I rarely know what it is to get a proper meal, for often I do not expend a sixpence on food in a week when I pay my way, and thank God I have been able to do this up to the present somehow or other; but all my treasures are gone, and I look round and wonder what next! "My eyes rest on my dear old violin, which is a memory of the past, although long silent.

It has been a great grief to me the parting with one thing after another, but I go on hoping for better days that I may regain them; alas! many are now beyond recall.
"The parish doctor has been suggested again, but I feel I would rather die than submit, after all this long struggle and holding out, especially, as I have been able to keep things a little near the mark; when they get beyond me, rather than debt I must give in! "Still, I hope for better days, and trust things will brighten for me and others, for God knows there are many silent sufferers ebbing their lives away, plodding and struggling with life's battle.

My heart bleeds for them, yet I am powerless to help them or myself." Time and space do not avail, or I could tell story after story of such lives, for in the underworld they are numerous enough.