hop of Ripon in St. Paul's"); it
relates only one of such facts as happen now daily; this, by chance,
having taken a form in which it came before the coroner. I will print
the paragraph in red. Be sure, the facts themselves are written in
that color in a book which we shall all of us, literate or illiterate,
have to read our page of, some day.

"An inquiry was held on Friday by Mr. Richards, deputy coroner, at the
White Horse Tavern, Christ Church, Spitalfields, respecting the death
of Michael Collins, aged 58 years. Mary Collins, a miserable-looking
woman, said that she lived with the deceased and his son in a room at
2, Cobb's Court, Christ Church. Deceased was a 'translator' of boots.
Witness went out and bought old boots; deceased and his son made them
into good ones, and then witness sold them for what she could get at
the shops, which was very little indeed. Deceased and his son used to
work night and day to try and get a little bread and tea, and pay for
the room (2s. a week), so as to keep the home together. On Friday
night week, deceased got up from his bench and began to shiver. He
threw down the boots, saying, 'Somebody else must finish them when I am
gone, for I can do no more.' There was no fire, and he said, 'I would
be better if I was warm.' Witness therefore took two pairs of
translated boots[14] to sell at the shop, but she could only get 14d.
for the two pairs, for the people at the shop said, 'We must have our
profit.' Witness got 14 lbs. of coal and a little tea and bread. Her
son sat up the whole night to make the 'translations,' to get money,
but deceased died on Saturday morning. The family never had enough to
eat.--Coroner: 'It seems to me deplorable that you did not go into the
workhouse.' Witness: 'We wanted the comforts of our little home.' A
juror asked what the comforts were, for he only saw a little straw in
the corner of the room, the windows of which were broken. The witness
began to cry, and said that they had a quilt and other little things.
The deceased said he never would go into the workhouse. In summer,
when the season was good, they sometimes made as much as 10s. profit in
a week. They then always saved towards the next week, which was
generally a bad one. In winter they made not half so much. For three
years they had been getting from bad to worse.--Cornelius Collins said
that he had assisted his father since 1847. They used to work so far
into the night that b