In your Salvation shelter I saw poverty, misery, cold and hunger. You gave them bread and treacle and dreams of heaven. I give from thirty shillings a week to twelve thousand a year. They find their own dreams but I look after the drainage.
In your Salvation shelter I saw poverty, misery, cold and hunger. You gave them bread and treacle and dreams of heaven. I give from thirty shillings a week to twelve thousand a year. They find their own dreams but I look after the drainage.
Under exciting circumstances, wealth cannot be enjoyed without dishonor, or foregone without misery.
Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.
The scavenger of misery is pity.
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