I am a member of the great army of workers, and I live by the sweat of my brow. I am

I am a member of the great army of workers, and I live by the sweat of my brow. I am a clerk in a warehouse, at a salary of a hundred and fifty pounds a year. I rise in summer at half-past six, and in winter at seven o'clock, and I have a pressure of business until six in the evening, when I leave off. The hall, the passage, and the street, are lighted up to a quarter of a mile, and I walk home to a house in a remote street, at a pressure of twelve miles an hour. I am hallooed after, from the shop, to sixty-horse power, and I am lighted up to a hundred and fifty-horse power. I am, moreover, compelled to live in a certain degree of splendour