"One house, which our correspondent visited, was almost a ruin.
It had continued in that state for ten years. The floor was of
mud, dipping near the fireplace into a deep hollow, which was
constantly filled with water. There were five in the family—a
young man of twenty-one, a girl of eighteen, and another girl of
about thirteen, with the father and mother, all sleeping together
up-stairs. And what a sleeping-room! 'In places it seemed falling
in. To ventilation it was an utter stranger. The crazy floor
shook and creaked under me as I paced it.' Yet the rent was 1_s._
a week—the same sum for which apartments that may be called
luxurious in comparison may be had in the model lodging-houses.
And here sat a girl weaving that beautiful Honiton lace which our
peeresses wear on court-days. Cottage after cottage at Southleigh
presented the same characteristics. Clay floors, low ceilings
letting in the rain, no ventilation; two rooms, one above and
one below; gutters running through the lower room to let off the
water; unglazed window-frames, now boarded up, and now uncovered
to the elements, the boarding going for firewood; the inmates
disabled by rheumatism, ague, and typhus; broad, stagnant, open
ditches close to the doors; heaps of abominations piled round
the dwellings; such are the main features of Southleigh; and it
is in these worse than pig-styes that one of the most beautiful
fabrics that luxury demands or art supplies is fashioned. The
parish houses are still worse. 'One of these, on the borders of
Devonshire and Cornwall, and not far from Launceston, consisted
of two houses, containing between them four rooms. In each room
lived a family night and day, the space being about twelve feet
square. In one were a man and his wife and eight children; the
father, mother, and two children lay in one bed, the remaining
six were huddled 'head and foot' (three at the top and three at
the foot) in the other bed. The eldest girl was between fifteen
and sixteen, the eldest boy between fourteen and fifteen.' Is it
not horrible to think of men and women being brought up in this
foul and brutish manner in civilized and Christian England! The
lowest of savages are not worse cared for than these children of
a luxurious and refined country."
Yet other authorities describe cases much worse than this which so
stirs the heart of the editor of the _Morning Chronicle_. The frightful
immorality consequent upon such a mode of living will be illustrated
fully in another portion of this work.
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