The Table book; . in daysof vernal sunshine. Its aspect, now, wasgloomy and forbidding. The disrobed treeslooked black, like funeral mutes mourningthe death of summer, and wept cold drops?upon our faces. As we wound our slipperyway we perceived moving figures in thedistance of the dim vista, and soon cameup to a comfortless man and woman, apoor couple, huddling over a small smoul-dering fire of twigs and leaves. They toldns that Corrall and his wife had takendown their shed and moved three weeksbefore, and were gone to live in some ofthe new buildings in White-conduit destitute appe
The Table book; . in daysof vernal sunshine. Its aspect, now, wasgloomy and forbidding. The disrobed treeslooked black, like funeral mutes mourningthe death of summer, and wept cold drops?upon our faces. As we wound our slipperyway we perceived moving figures in thedistance of the dim vista, and soon cameup to a comfortless man and woman, apoor couple, huddling over a small smoul-dering fire of twigs and leaves. They toldns that Corrall and his wife had takendown their shed and moved three weeksbefore, and were gone to live in some ofthe new buildings in White-conduit destitute appearance of our informantsin this lonely place induced inquiry re-specting themselves. The man was a Lon-don labourer out of employment, and, fortwo days, they had been seeking it in thecountry without success. Because theywere able to work, parish-officers wouldnot relieve them; and they were with-out a home and without food. They hadwalked and sauntered during the twonights, for want of a place to sleep in. 806. A LAST LOOK AT HAGBUSH-LANE. and occasionally lighted a fire for a littlewarmth— The world wn« not the<r fritna, nor tlio worlds law We felt this, and Mr. S. and myself contri-buted a trifle to help them to a supper anda bed for the night. It was more, by allits amount, than they could hare gotin that forlorn place. They cheerfullyundertook to show us to Corralls presentresidence, and set forward with us. Before we got out of Hagbush-lane it was dark,but we could perceive that the site of Cor-ralls cottage and ruined garden was occu-pied by heaps of gas-manure, belonging tothe opulent landowner, whose labourersdestroyed the poor mans residence and hisgrowing stock of winter vegetables. A man may see how this world goes with no eyes, Look with thine ears;see how yon justice rails upon yon simple 807 THE TABLE BOOK. thief. Hark in thine ear: change places;and handy dandy, which is the justice,which is the thief? Through tatterd cloaths small vices do appear ;Robes a
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