_OR, A MAUVAIS JEW D'ESPRIT._
Will you, if you please, point out to me the way to the streets which,
I am told, are paved with gold?
Where shall I find the employer of labour who, I have been told, will
instantly get me occupation at a wage of 60 roubles the week?
Dear me! in this, then, your "White Chapel"? I was told it was a
luxurious quarter, famous for its Palaces.
Surely this horrid den is not one of your model work-rooms? I was told
that such things existed only in Russia!
And are these people who are scowling at and cursing me your typical
working population? Why, I was told that I should find them dear
brothers, waiting to welcome us with open arms.
And is this pittance you offer me all that you pay for making a coat?
I was told that it was quite twelve times as much as this.
Ah! I'm afraid I have been told, and have given credit to, a great
many things to which I never should have listened at all.
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[Illustration: FELINE AMENITIES.
_Lady Godiva de Rougepott_. "I DON'T THINK ANY PAINTING LOOKS WELL IN
THIS HORRID ELECTRIC LIGHT!"
_Hostess_ (_nettled_). "DON'T YOU, DEAR? PERHAPS YOU WOULD PREFER TO
REMAIN IN THE DRAWING-ROOM, WHERE THE LAMPS AND SHADES ARE!"]
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