text:  You have not lived in the crowded thoroughfares of an overgrown city where every grade of poverty and wealth of vice and virtue meet the eye mingling as they pass along--where splendid royalty is carried quicker than the clouds adown the road which palsied hunger scarce can cross for lack of strength--where lovely forms and faces pure as angels' in their innocent expression are met and tainted on the path by unwomanly immodesty and bare licentiousness--amongst such common sights you have not dwelt and not observed some face pale and wasted from disease and want and sorrow not one but all and all uniting to assail the weakly citadel of flesh and to reduce it to the earth from which it sprung