Through the mill: The life of a mill-boy

Then the Epileptic Octogenarian Let Me Go and the Pauper Line Went in Before the Parish Clerk for the Charity Shilling
THROUGH THE MILL
THE LIFE OF A MILL-BOY
BY AL PRIDDY
ILLUSTRATIONS BY WLADYSLAW T. BENDA
THE PILGRIM PRESS BOSTON NEW YORK CHICAGO
“ Still, all day, the iron wheels go onward,
Grinding life down from its mark;
And the children’s souls, which God is calling sunward,
Spin on blindly in the dark. ”
—E. B. Browning
How many thousand pens are busy reporting and recording mill life! It is a splendid commentary on the fineness of our social conscience that there are so many champions on behalf of overworked boys and girls.