正文 XII. -- THAT HOME IS HOME THOUGH IT IS NEVER SO HO

Homes there are, we are sure, that are no homes: the home of the very poor man, and another which we shall speak to presently. Crowded places of cheap eai, and the benches of ale-houses, if they could speak, might bear mournful testimony to the first. To them the very poor mas for an image of the home, which he ot find at home. For a starved grate, and a sty firing, that is not enough to keep alive the natural heat in the fingers of so many shivering children with their mother, he finds in the depth of winter always a blazih, and a hob to warm his pittance of beer by. Instead of the clamours of a wife, made gaunt by famishing, he meets with a cheerful attendance beyond the merits of the trifle which he afford to spend. He has panions which his home denies him, for the very poor man has no visitors. He look into the goings on of the world, and speak a little to politics. At home there are no politics stirring, but the domestic. All is, real or imaginar……（内容加载失败！）

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