ndred dollars per year,
and found in everything. I am working in a saw-mill this summer. I
worked on a farm the first winter and summer. Last winter I worked in
the lumber-wood, and this summer I will try the mill. I get twenty
dollars a month, and have since I left you at the depot. We both went to
work the next day. I wish you would be so kind as to answer this, and
oblige your obedient servants,
"B. T.
"M. W."

TABULAR STATEMENT SINCE ORGANIZATION.

No. of No. of No. of No. Pro-
YEAR. Boys. Lodgings. Meals. vided for. Expenses. Receipts.

1866 to 1867....... 847 15,389 48,511 272 $6,205.48 $3,053.40
1867 to 1868....... 952 23,933 39,401 159 5,141.08 4,065.25
1868 to 1868....... 890 22,921 25,345 127 7,983.58 3,068.53
1869, 9 months..... 563 15,506 15,429 37 3,832.04 1,995.21
1869 to 1870....... 919 25,516 27,932 86 4,766.55 3,510.84
1870 to 1871....... 750 28,302 30,693 69 4,224.51 3,586.67
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Totals....... 4,921 131,467 187,311 751 $32,093.24 $19,279.90

The Eighteenth-street Lodging-house has been gradually and surely
preventing the growth of a fresh "gang" of youthful ruffians; and has
already saved great numbers of neglected boys.

CHAPTER XXVII.

THE MINISTRY OF FLOWERS.

THE LITTLE VAGABONDS OF CORLEAR'S HOOK.

If any of my readers should ever be inclined to investigate a very
miserable quarter of the city, let them go down to our "Corlear's Hook,"
so infamous twenty years ago for murders and terrible crimes, and then
wind about among the lanes and narrow streets of the district. Here they
will find every available inch of the ground made use of for residences,
so that each lot has that poisonous arrangement, a "double house,"
whereby the air is more effectually vitiated, and a greater number of
human beings are crowded together. From this massing-together of
families, and the drunken habits prevailing, it results very naturally
that the children prefer outdoor life to their wretched tenements, and,
in the milder months, boys and girls live a _dolce far niente_ life on
the docks