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Hell’s Kitchen and Sebastopol,[6]
Tenement of 1863, for Twelve Families on Each Flat,[12]
Tenement of the Old Style. Birth of the Air-shaft[18]
At the Cradle of the Tenement.—Doorway of an Old-fashioned Dwelling on Cherry Hill,[30]
Upstairs in Blindman’s Alley,[34]
An Old Rear-tenement in Roosevelt Street,[45]
In the Home of an Italian Rag-picker, Jersey Street,[51]
The Bend,[59]
Bandits’ Roost,[63]
Bottle Alley,[66]
Lodgers in a Crowded Bayard Street Tenement—“Five Cents a Spot,”[69]
An All-night Two-cent Restaurant, in “The Bend,”[75]
The Tramp,[79]
Bunks in a Seven-cent Lodging-house, Pell Street,[87]
In a Chinese Joint,[98]
“The Official Organ of Chinatown,”[100]
A Tramp’s Nest in Ludlow Street,[106]
A Market Scene in the Jewish Quarter,[111]
The Old Clo’e’s Man—in the Jewish Quarters,[117]
“Knee-pants” at Forty-five Cents a Dozen—A Ludlow Street Sweater’s Shop,[127]
Bohemian Cigarmakers at Work in their Tenement,[143]
A Black-and-tan Dive in “Africa,”,[157]
The Open Door,[160]
Bird’s-eye View of an East Side Tenement Block,[163]
The White Badge of Mourning,[166]
In Poverty Gap, West Twenty-eighth Street. An English Coal-heaver’s Home,[169]
Dispossessed,[176]
The Trench in the Potter’s Field,[178]
Prayer-time in the Nursery—Five Points House of Industry,[195]
“Didn’t Live Nowhere”,[200]
Street Arabs in Sleeping Quarters,[202]
Getting Ready for Supper in the Newsboys’ Lodging-house,[205]
A Downtown “Morgue,”[214]
A Growler Gang in Session,[223]
Typical Toughs (from the Rogues’ Gallery),[228]
Hunting River Thieves,[231]
Sewing and Starving in an Elizabeth Street Attic,[238]
A Flat in the Pauper Barracks, West Thirty-eighth Street, with all its Furniture,[245]
Coffee at One Cent,[252]
Evolution of the Tenement in Twenty Years,[269]
General Plan of the Riverside Buildings (A. T. White’s) in Brooklyn,[292]
Floor Plan of One Division in the Riverside Buildings, Showing Six “Apartments,”[293]

“With gates of silver and bars of gold

Ye have fenced my sheep from their father’s fold;

I have heard the dropping of their tears

In heaven these eighteen hundred years.”

“O Lord and Master, not ours the guilt,

We build but as our fathers built;

Behold thine images, how they stand,

Sovereign and sole, through all our land.”