Hisshirtlessbosomtotheblastisbare。Anonheturnsandcastsawistfuleye，Andwithscantnapkinwipestheblindingspray；Andlooksaround，asifhefainwouldspyFriendshehadfeastedinhisbetterday：Ah!somearedead；andsomehavelongforborneToknowthepoor；andheisleftforlorn!Godhelpthepoor!Godhelpthepoor，whoinlonevalleysdwell，Orbyfarhills，wherewhinandheathergrow；Theirsisastorysadindeedtotell；Yetlittlecarestheworld，andless’twouldknowAboutthetoilandwantmenundergo。Thewearyingloomdothcallthemupatmorn；Theyworktillworn-outnaturesinkstosleep；Theytaste，butarenotfed。ThesnowdriftsdeepAroundthefirelesscot，andblocksthedoor；Thenightstormhowlsadirgeacrossthemoor；Andshalltheyperishthus——oppressedandlorn？Shalltoilandfamine，hopeless，stillbeborne？No!Godwillyetariseandhelpthepoor!“Amen!“saidBarton，solemnlyandsorrowfully。“Mary!wench，couldstthoucopymethemlines，dostthink？——that’stosay，ifJobtherehasnoobjection。““NotI。Morethey’reheardandreadthebetter，sayI。“SoMarytookthepaper。Andthenextday，onablankhalfsheetofavalentine，allborderedwithheartsanddarts——avalentineshehadoncesuspectedtocomefromJemWilson——shecopiedBamford’sbeautifullittlepoem。
Myheart，oncesoftaswoman’stear，isgnarledWithgloatingontheillsIcannotcure。ELLIOTT。Thenguardandshieldherinnocence，Lethernotfalllikeme；’Twerebetter，oh!athousandtimes，Sheinhergraveshouldbe。TheOutcast。Despairsettleddownlikeaheavycloud；andnowandthen，throughthedeadcalmofsufferings，camepipingsofstormywinds，foretellingtheendofthesedarkprognostics。Intimesofsorrowfulorfierceendurance，weareoftensoothedbythemererepetitionofoldproverbswhichtelltheexperienceofourforefathers；butnow，“it’salonglanethathasnoturning，““theweariestdaydrawstoanend，etc。，seemedfalseandvainsayings，solongandsowearywasthepressureoftheterribletimes。
Deeperanddeeperstillsankthepoor；itshowedhowmuchlingeringsufferingittakestokillmen，thatsofewincomparisondiedduringthosetimes。
But，remember!weonlymissthosewhodomen’sworkintheirhumblesphere；
theaged，thefeeble，thechildren，whentheydie，arehardlynotedbytheworld；andyettomanyhearts，theirdeathsmakeablankwhichlongyearswillneverfillup。Remember，too，thatthoughitmaytakemuchsufferingtokilltheable-bodiedandeffectivemembersofsociety，itdoesnottakemuchtoreducethemtoworn，listless，diseasedcreatures，whothenceforwardcrawlthroughlifewithmoodyheartsandpain-strickenbodies。Thepeoplehadthoughtthepovertyoftheprecedingyearshardtobear，andhadfounditsyokeheavy；butthisyearaddedsorelytoitsweight。