I've had one bit of bread to-day nothing else whatever,and I've earned nothing to-day or yesterday;I had threepence the day before.Gets my living by carrying parcels,or minding horses,or odd jobs of that sort.You see I haven't got my health,that's where it is.I used to work on the London General Omnibus Company and after that on the Road Car Company,but I had to go to the infirmary with bronchitis and couldn't get work after that.What's the good of a man what's got bronchitis and just left the infirmary?Who'll engage him,I'd like to know?Besides,it makes me short of breath at times,and I can't do much.I'm a widower;wife died long ago.I have one boy,abroad,a sailor,but he's only lately started and can't help me.Yes!its very fair out here of nights,seats rather hard,but a bit of waste paper makes it a lot softer.We have women sleep here often,and children,too.They're very well conducted,and there's seldom many rows here,you see,because everybody's tired out.We're too sleepy to make a row."Another party,a tall,dull,helpless-looking individual,had walked up from the country;would prefer not to mention the place.He had hoped to have obtained a hospital letter at the Mansion House so as to obtain a truss for a bad rupture,but failing,had tried various other places,also in vain,win up minus money or food on the Embankment.
In addition to these sleepers,a considerable number walk about the streets up till the early hours of the morning to hunt up some job which will bring I copper into the empty exchequer,and save them from actual starvation.I had some conversation with one such,a stalwart youth lately discharged from the militia,and unable to get work.
"You see,"said he,pitifully,"I don't know my way about like most of the London fellows.I'm so green,and don't know how to pick up jobs like they do.I've been walking the streets almost day and night these two weeks and can't get work.I've got the strength,though I shan't have it long at this rate.I only want a job.This is the third night running that I've walked the streets all night;the only money I get is by minding blacking-boys'boxes while they go into Lockhart's for their dinner.I got a penny yesterday at it,and twopence for carrying a parcel,and to-day I've had a penny.Bought a ha'porth of bread and a ha'penny mug of tea."Poor lad!probably he would soon get into thieves'company,and sink into the depths,for there is no other means of living for many like him;it is starve or steal,even for the young.There are gangs of lad thieves in the low Whitechapel lodging-houses,varying in age from thirteen to fifteen,who live by thieving eatables and other easily obtained goods from shop fronts.In addition to the Embankment,al fresco lodgings are found in the seats outside Spitalfields Church,and many homeless wanderers have their own little nooks and corners of resort in many sheltered yards,vans,etc.,all over London.