LETTER XVIII.
THE POOR AND THEIR DWELLINGS.
Yes! we've our Borough-vices, and I know
How far they spread, how rapidly they grow;
Yet think not virtue quits the busy place,
Nor charity, the virtues' crown and grace.
"Our poor how feed we?"—To the most we give
A weekly dole, and at their homes they live;—
Others together dwell—but when they come
To the low roof, they see a kind of home,