MRS. FROG SINKS DEEPER AND DEEPER.

"Nobody cares," said poor Mrs Frog, one raw afternoon in November, as

she entered her miserable dwelling, where the main pieces of furniture

were a rickety table, a broken chair, and a heap of straw, while the

minor pieces were so insignificant as to be unworthy of mention. There

was no fire in the grate, no bread in the cupboard, little fresh air in

the room and less light, though there was a broken unlighted candle

stuck in the mouth of a quart bottle which gave promise of light in the

future--light enough at least to penetrate the November fog which had

filled the room as if it had been endued with a pitying desire to throw

a veil over such degradation and misery.

We say degradation, for Mrs Frog had of late taken to "the bottle" as a

last solace in her extreme misery, and the expression of her face, as

she cowered on a low stool beside the empty grate and drew the shred of

tartan shawl round her shivering form, showed all too clearly that she

was at that time under its influence. She had been down to the river

again, more than once, and had gazed into its dark waters until she had

very nearly made up her mind to take the desperate leap, but God in

mercy had hitherto interposed. At one time a policeman had passed with

his weary "move on"--though sometimes he had not the heart to enforce

his order. More frequently a little baby-face had looked up from the

river with a smile, and sent her away to the well-known street where she

would sit in the familiar door-step watching the shadows on the

window-blind until cold and sorrow drove her to the gin-palace to seek

for the miserable comfort to be found there.

Whatever that comfort might amount to, it did not last long, for, on the

night of which we write, she had been to the palace, had got all the

comfort that was to be had out of it, and returned to her desolate home

more wretched than ever, to sit down, as we have seen, and murmur,

almost fiercely, "Nobody cares."

For a time she sat silent and motionless, while the deepening shadows

gathered round her, as if they had united with all the rest to intensify

the poor creature's woe.

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