Whole districts are as bare of beauty as an enlarged ash-heap.

Here children are "spawned, not born, and die like flies." Here men and women grow bitter.

Here anarchy grows rank.

And to such a district in one great city has gone a man of the finest scholarship and the highest position, to become the friend of the poor.

With him is his bosom friend, having wealth and culture, with pictures, marbles and curios.