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PROMPTED THIS BOOK 



storm. I glanced along it and saw that it ex- 

 tended fully a block. Every man in that line 

 was waiting to get the few dollars, or few cents, 

 he was entitled to for his share in cleaning away 

 the snow. Such frost-bitten, hungry looking in- 

 dividuals it has not been my lot to look upon in 

 years. 



THE MISERY SEEN IN MISSIONS. 



Still another picture of the " abounding com- 

 forts " of the big city was to be seen here in 

 the Metropolis, and photographs of it have 

 been scattered far and wide by an enterprising 

 photographer, as if the scene was one to be proud 

 of! The municipal lodging houses being filled, 

 a Bowery mission opened its doors to 500 un- 

 fortunates. There were no beds, but these peo- 

 ple were permitted to sit in the mission all night 

 until seven a. m., so as to be out of the cold. 

 Many of these found the welcome opportunity 

 to snatch a few hours of sleep in a sitting pos- 

 ture. 



