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doorsteps the vicious, with savage visage, and keen, watchful eye, loitering at the doors of filthy groceries the sickly and neglected child crawling upon the sidepave, or seeking a crust to appease its hungerall are found here, gasping, in rags, a breath of air by day, or seeking a shelter, at night, in dens so abject that the world can furnish no counterpart. And this forlorn picture of dilapidated houses, halfclad, squabbish women, blisteredfaced men, and sickly children, the house of the nine nations overlooks. And yet this house, to the disgrace of an opulent people be it said, is but the sample of an hundred others standing in the same neighborhood. Footnote 4 now worth street and mission place. With its basementdoors opening into its bottomless pit with its