Dublin
2 years agoFrom this noble edifice, we bent our steps to another part of the city, and soon found ourselves in the vicinity of St. Patrick’s, where we had a heart-sickening view of the poorest of the poor. All the recollections of poverty which I had ever beheld, seemed to disappear in comparison with what was then before me. We passed a filthy and noisy market, where fruit and vegetable women were screaming and begging those passing by to purchase their commodities; while in and about the market-place were throngs of beggars fighting for rotten fruit, cabbage stocks, and even the very trimmings of vegetables. On the side walks, were great numbers hovering about the doors of the more wealthy, and following strangers, importuning them for “pence to buy bread.” Sickly and emaciated-looking creatures, half naked, were at our heels at every turn.
- William Wells Brown, Three Years in Europe (1852) [full text]
