Fors Clavigera (Volume 6 of 8): $b Letters to the workmen and labourers of Great BritainRuskin, John
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Fors Clavigera (Volume 6 of 8): $b Letters to the workmen and labourers of Great Britain
Ruskin, John
Aesthetics; Conduct of life; Great Britain -- Social conditions -- 19th century; Social problems; Working class -- Great Britain
By the Coroner.—They did not ask again for relief, as deceased said “he
had made up his mind that, after the way he had been turned away like a
dog, he would sooner starve,” and she herself would also rather do so.
Deceased was quite unable to earn sufficient to maintain the family,
and their support fell mainly upon her, but it was such a hard life
that she got situations for two of the boys, got a girl into a school,
and leaving the other three boys with deceased, took the baby and
separated from him. He was in great want at that time.
The Coroner.—Then why did you not go to the workhouse and represent his
case to them?
Witness.—What was the good when we had been refused twice?
Mr. Green, the coroner’s officer, said that he believed the witness had
been in receipt of two loaves a week from the St. James’s workhouse,
but had not called lately for the loaves.
The Coroner said he hardly thought that so poor a woman would refuse or
neglect to apply for so valuable a contribution to the needs of a
family as two loaves of bread; and some of the jury said that Mr. Green
must be mistaken, and that such a statement should be made upon oath if
at all. The officer, however, was not sworn.
John Collins, of 43, King Street, said that about eleven o’clock on
Thursday morning he met a gentleman on the stairs, who said that he had
been up to the room of deceased to take him some work to do, but that
the room door was locked, and a child had called out, “Father is dead,
and you can’t come in.” Witness at once went for the police, who came,
and broke open the door. Upon going into the room witness found a piece
of paper (produced) in which was written, “Harry, get a pint of milk
for the three of you; father is dead. Tell your schoolmaster you can’t
come to school any more. Cut your own bread, but don’t use the butter.”
He believed that the eldest boy had returned home at ten o’clock in the
morning, and finding two of the boys at school had left the note for
them.
Police-constable Crabb, 18 C R., deposed to breaking open the door and
finding deceased dead on the floor, with a little child crouching by
him shivering with cold.
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