But below this normal state of the average workman in town and country, there is found the great band of destitute outcasts--the camp followers of the army of industry--at least one-tenth the whole proletarian population, whose normal condition is one of sickening wretchedness.

If this is to be the permanent arrangement of modern society, civilization must be held to bring a curse on the great majority of mankind.
Ninety per cent.! The figures are appalling, yet Mr.Stopford Brooke, after drawing a frightful London picture, finds himself compelled to multiply it by half a million.

Here it is:- I often used to meet, when I was curate at Kensington, families drifting into London along the Hammersmith Road.

One day there came along a labourer and his wife, his son and two daughters.

Their family had lived for a long time on an estate in the country, and managed, with the help of the common-land and their labour, to get on.
But the time came when the common was encroached upon, and their labour was not needed on the estate, and they were quietly turned out of their cottage.