He had himself never known what poverty, actual poverty, was; but he had
heard and read of it, and had come in contact with it as a man connected
with the treasurership held by him. There were people in the world at
this moment who were hungry and had not a penny to buy bread. Had not a
penny such as this.
He had taken a coin out of his pocket, and now held it in his left hand.
He was bent forward; his right elbow rested on his knee; his head
drooped over the left palm, in which lay the coin.
People who starved for want of such a coin as this! Under privation it
was the children and the old people succumbed first. People of middle
life like him lived through sieges and famines when the young and the
old died.
To think of people being hungry for want of such a coin as this!
He had seen the old hungry. As president of the Coal Fund he had visited
poor old people. He had seen their dropped jaws, their dim eyes, their
feeble gait, their degraded humanity. He had seen women, old women who
had once occupied comfortable positions, hobbling along the frozen
streets with tickets for coal in their hands, while boys followed
jeering at them. He had heard these respectable old women utter words of
gratitude so humiliating to themselves, that he had felt to listen was
more the punishment of a crime than the reward of a humane action.
Once at a Christmas-time he went to see a poor widow on behalf of whom
application had been made to the fund. Her husband had been a well-to-do
tradesman of Daneford. He found the poor creature in a most pitiable
plight. She had nothing but a bundle of straw for a bed, and the ragged
remains of an old patchwork counterpane. There were two broken chairs, a
delf cup, and no saucer. This was a full inventory of the widow's goods.
The old woman said she did not feel hunger half so much as cold. She was
used to hunger all the year round, now and then; but the winter cold
was terrible. When hungry and cold, you were tortured from within and
without. For twelve months she had not tasted hot meat, and for six
months neither eggs nor butter. Sprats were then three-halfpence for two
pounds, and bread three-halfpence a pound. Two pounds of sprats, two
pounds of bread, and the use of a neighbour's fire, carried her over two
days very nicely, but that came to fourpence-halfpenny; and when she had
paid eighteenpence a week for the room, it was not easy to find
fourpence-halfpenny every two days for living. In coming away he gave
her half-a-sovereign. She threw herself down on her knees to him, and
thanked him and Providence that she should now have warm stockings and
taste meat once more before she died. That thin old woman had thrown
herself on her knees to _him_ because she was hungry and cold, and he
had given her half-a-sovereign! Thrown herself on her knees to him! When
he came home he told Bee, and Bee had wept and sent the old woman
clothes. He told his mother, too, about this old woman, and his mother
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