Scro. The tread-mill and the poor law are in full vigor, then?
Mr. M. Both very busy, sir.
Scro. Oh! I was afraid from what you said at first that something had occurred to stop them in their useful course. I'm very glad to hear it.
Mr. M. Under the impression that they scarcely furnish Christian cheer of mind or body to the multitude, a few of us are endeavoring to raise a fund to buy the poor some meat and drink, and means of warmth. We chose this time because it is a time, of all others, when want is keenly felt, and abundance rejoices. What shall I put you down for?
Scro. Nothing.
Mr. M. You wish to be anonymous?
Scro. I wish to be left alone. Since you ask me what I wish, gentlemen, that is my answer. I don't make merry myself at Christmas, and I can't afford to make idle people merry. I help to support the establishments I have mentioned; they cost enough, and those who are badly off must go there.
Mr. B. Many can't go there; and many would rather die.
Scro. If they had rather die, they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population. Besides, excuse me, I don't know that.
Mr. B. But you might know it.