ill lay heavily
upon some one when the accounts are made up.

It is appalling and humiliating to think that we, as a Christian nation,
should have had in our midst for more than three centuries 15,000 to
20,000 poor ignorant Asiatic heathens, naturally sharp and clever, and
next to nothing being done to reclaim them from their worse than midnight
darkness. A heavy sin and responsibility lays at our doors. Take away
John Bunyan, a few of the Smiths, Palmers, Lovells, Lees, Hearns,
Coopers, Simpsons, Boswells, Eastwoods, Careys, Roberts, &c., and what do
we find?--a black army of human beings who have done next to
nothing--comparatively speaking--for the country's good. They have
cadged at our doors, lived on our commons, worn our roads, been fed from
our tables, sent their paupers to our workhouses, their idiots to our
asylums, and not contributed one farthing to their maintenance and
support. Rates and taxes are unknown to them. There is only one
instance of them paying rates for their vans, and that is at Blackpool.

It is a black, burning shame and disgrace to see herds of healthy-looking
girls and great strapping youths growing up in ignorance and idleness,
not so much as exerting themselves to wash the filth off their bodies or
make anything better than skewers. Their highest ambition is to learn
slang, roll in the ditch, spread small-pox and fevers, threaten
vengeance, and carry out revenge upon those who attempt to frustrate
their evil designs. Excepting skewers, clothes-pegs, and a few other
little things of this kind, they have not manufactured anything; the
highest state of perfection they have arrived at is to be able to make
and tie up a bundle of skewers, split a clothes-peg, tinker a kettle,
mend a chair, see-saw on an old fiddle, rap their knuckles on a
tambourine, clatter about with their feet, tickle the guitar, and make a
squeaking noise through their teeth, that fiction and romance call
singing. The most that can be said in their favour is, that a few of
them have become respectable Christians and hard-working men and women,
and have done something for the country's good--and whose fault is it
that there are not more? They have been the agents of hell, working out
Satan's designs, and we have stood by laughing and admiring their
so-called pretty faces, scarlet cloaks, and "witching eyes." For the
life of me I can find no more bewitching beauty among them than can be
found in our back slums a