I see a vacant seat in the poor chimney corner, and a crutch without an owner, carefully preserved.
If he be like to die, he had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.
Forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered What surplus is, and Where it is.
Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die?
I’d give him a piece of my mind to feast upon, and I hope he’d have a good appetite for it.
Two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable.
They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.
“Oh man! Look here. Look, look down here!” exclaimed the ghost.
A stale and shriveled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds.
Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked.
The boy is Ignorance. The girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree.
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