It is a melancholy Object to those, who walk through this great Town, or travel in the Country, when they see the Streets, the Roads, and Cabin-Doors, crowded with La Pest, forced to employ all their time in strolling, to beg for Sustenance. The men and women carrying the disease try to leave their dear native country to fight for the cure in Spain, or sell themselves to the Barbadoes. I think it is agreed by all Parties, that this prodigious number of Children, in the arms of ones who carry the disease or carry the disease themselves is in the present deplorable state of the Kingdom.
As to my own part, having turned my thoughts for many Years, upon this important Subject, and maturely weighed the several Schemes of other Projectors, I have …show more content…
The nerve of that kind ought to be punished. Burned. I never wanted to see the king about this matter but what can I do when they roam all over the streets and even at their own doorstep! It is time to glorify the kingdom, watch as the al-
I scream as I feel a sharp pain in my wrist. I quickly look down to see the beggar gnawing at my arm. I violently pull away but her jaws have a mighty grasp. In a moments thinking I beat the girls head trying to break free. The first punch was like hitting mush. Her skull caved in and she dropped to the ground. I watched her body twitch and jerk back and forth. At that moment I realized a crowd had gathered around me.
“What have you done to the poor girl!”
“You monster! She needs help!”
“Somebody call a doctor!”
Their voices ring over and over in my head. So many, so much blood. I flee into a nearby alleyway. I hear a voice yell “follow him” so I run as fast as I can to get away. After a few miles I no longer hear the noise of the mob. I collapse to the ground. I can hardly breathe. I can no longer contain the contents of my stomach and spew them out next to me before losing consciousness.
I am assured by our merchants, that a boy or a girl before twelve years old is no salable
As to my own part, having turned my thoughts for many Years, upon this important Subject, and maturely weighed the several Schemes of other Projectors, I have …show more content…
The nerve of that kind ought to be punished. Burned. I never wanted to see the king about this matter but what can I do when they roam all over the streets and even at their own doorstep! It is time to glorify the kingdom, watch as the al-
I scream as I feel a sharp pain in my wrist. I quickly look down to see the beggar gnawing at my arm. I violently pull away but her jaws have a mighty grasp. In a moments thinking I beat the girls head trying to break free. The first punch was like hitting mush. Her skull caved in and she dropped to the ground. I watched her body twitch and jerk back and forth. At that moment I realized a crowd had gathered around me.
“What have you done to the poor girl!”
“You monster! She needs help!”
“Somebody call a doctor!”
Their voices ring over and over in my head. So many, so much blood. I flee into a nearby alleyway. I hear a voice yell “follow him” so I run as fast as I can to get away. After a few miles I no longer hear the noise of the mob. I collapse to the ground. I can hardly breathe. I can no longer contain the contents of my stomach and spew them out next to me before losing consciousness.
I am assured by our merchants, that a boy or a girl before twelve years old is no salable