Yet you should ask yourselves, you eager self-denying young people, who go about with a healthy moral glow inside because you have fed the poor, or given an hour or so of your time to the distribution of reckless charity-you should ask yourselves: What is the actual good of ministering to the outward signs of an internal disease?
You are simply trying to renovate the outside when the inside is filthy.
Don't you see, my dear young people, that to give a meal to one starving man may be to do him indeed good, but it does nothing towards preventing another starving man from taking his place to-morrow.

You stimulate the disease, you help it to spread.

Don't you see where instead you should turn--to the social laws, the outcome of which is that starving man?
You let them remain unharmed, untouched, while you fall over one another in frantic efforts to brush away to-day's effect of an eternal cause.

Let your starving man die, let the bones break through his skin and carry him up--him and his wife and their children, and their fellows--to your House of Commons.

Tell them that there are more to-morrow, more the next day, let the millions of the lower classes look this thing in the face.