_Multiply this by half a million, and you will be beneath the truth_.
No more dreary spectacle can be found on this earth than the whole of the "awful East," with its Whitechapel, Hoxton, Spitalfields, Bethnal Green, and Wapping to the East India Docks.

The colour of life is grey and drab.

Everything is helpless, hopeless, unrelieved, and dirty.

Bath tubs are a thing totally unknown, as mythical as the ambrosia of the gods.

The people themselves are dirty, while any attempt at cleanliness becomes howling farce, when it is not pitiful and tragic.