But there is a Pied Piper of London Town who steals them all away.  They disappear.  One never sees them again, or anything that suggests them.  You may look for them in vain amongst the generation of grown-ups.  Here you will find stunted forms, ugly faces, and blunt and stolid minds.  Grace, beauty, imagination, all the resiliency of mind and muscle, are gone.  Sometimes, however, you may see a woman, not necessarily old, but twisted and deformed out of all womanhood, bloated and drunken, lift her draggled skirts and execute a few grotesque and lumbering steps upon the pavement.  It is a hint that she was once one of those children who danced to the organ-grinder.  Those grotesque and lumbering steps are all that is left of the promise of childhood.  In the befogged recesses of her brain has arisen a fleeting memory that she was once a girl.  The crowd closes in.  Little girls are dancing beside her, about her, with all the pretty graces she dimly recollects, but can no more than parody with her body.  Then she pants for breath, exhausted, and stumbles out through the circle.  But the little girls dance on.

The children of the Ghetto possess all the qualities which make for noble manhood and womanhood; but the Ghetto itself, like an infuriated tigress turning on its young, turns upon and destroys all these qualities, blots out the light and laughter, and moulds those it does not kill into sodden and forlorn creatures, uncouth, degraded, and wretched below the beasts of the field.

As to the manner in which this is done, I have in previous chapters described it at length; here let Professor Huxley describe it in brief:-

“Any one who is acquainted with the state of the population of all great industrial centres, whether in this or other countries, is aware that amidst a large and increasing body of that population there reigns supreme . . . that condition which the French call la misere, a word for which I do not think there is any exact English equivalent.  It is a condition in which the food, warmth, and clothing which are necessary for the mere maintenance of the functions of the body in their normal state cannot be obtained; in which men, women, and children are forced to crowd into dens wherein decency is abolished, and the most ordinary conditions of healthful existence are impossible of attainment; in which the pleasures within reach are reduced to brutality and drunkenness; in which the pains accumulate at compound interest in the shape of starvation, disease, stunted development, and moral degradation; in which the prospect of even steady and honest industry is a life of unsuccessful battling with hunger, rounded by a pauper’s grave.”