A RICH POOR MAN AND A POOR RICH ONE. 9 



unfortunates, and sent me to an unpleasant 

 part of the city. It happened that my rich 

 neighbor was interested in property in that 

 neighborhood ; his firm bought the refuse of 

 the slaughter-houses, in order to transform it 

 into good lard. Naturally, I asked him as to 

 the origin of the complaints. He knew noth- 

 ing of their origin, but he was quite sure that 

 certain rendering-establishments with which he 

 did business were not to blame ; and to prove 

 it, he proposed to take me over them and show 

 me what nice places they were. I agreed. 

 When within a block of the accused establish- 

 ments, the stench borne on the wind was sick- 

 ening. My neighbor thought nothing of it ; he 

 went there every morning, and was accustomed 

 to it. Having reached some rendering-cellars 

 beneath the slaughter-houses, my neighbor 

 pointed out how cleanly every thing was man- 

 aged : the fat and refuse, fresh and nice, was 

 dropped directly from the abattoir into great 

 steam vats, in which it was melted. My neigh- 

 bor assured me that such was the care taken 

 with every thing that he himself never missed 

 making a morning visit there. Standing in 

 half an inch of fatty mud and water, he sur- 



