The great unwashed, by the journeyman engineer, author of 'Some habits and customs of the working classes'.

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Page 82 - Some go to church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went : One way they look, another way they steer, Pray to the gods, but would have mortals hear ; And when their sins they set sincerely down, They'll find that their religion has been one.
Page 86 - The poor man's sins are glaring ; In the face of ghostly warning He is caught in the fact Of an overt act, Buying greens on Sunday morning. "The rich man's sins are hidden In the pomp of wealth and station, And escape the sight Of the children of light, Who are wise in their generation. "The rich man has a kitchen, And cooks to dress his dinner ; The poor who would roast, To the baker's must post, And thus becomes a sinner.
Page 163 - Of all the days that's in the week I dearly love but one day — And that's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday...
Page 86 - The rich man's painted windows Hide the concerts of the quality; The poor can but share A crack'd fiddle in the air, Which offends all sound morality. The rich man is invisible In the crowd of his gay society; But the poor man's delight Is a sore in the sight, And a stench in the nose of piety.
Page 202 - Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant, is a mind distress'd.
Page 82 - Tis not a world, but chaos of mankind. Since Sundays have no balls, the well-dressed belle Shines in the pew, but smiles to hear of Hell; And casts an eye of sweet disdain on all Who listen less to Collins than St. Paul.
Page 138 - Weekly expenses of a family, consisting of a man and his wife, and five children, the eldest eight years of age, the youngest an infant. £ sd Flour, 7% gallons at lOd.
Page 237 - Oh, but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet, For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Page 69 - Nothing to build and all things to destroy. But far more numerous was the herd of such Who think too little and who talk too much. These out of mere instinct, they knew not why, Adored their fathers...
Page 221 - Steal not this book, my honest friend, For fear the gallows be your end ; For if you do, the Lord will say, Where is that book you stole away?

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