One in Every Three Persons Dies

either in a lunatic asylum, the gaol, or the street, and one in five of the whole population die under the same conditions; we have got to that state where, in the congested quarters, 56 per cent, of the children die before they attain five years of age; we have got to that state where not ten children in 100 are alive at ten years; we have got to that state where the unemployed are counted by the million, where five millions of the working population are wallowing in the worst forms of poverty; we have got to that state where the average term of life in the dangerous trades is reduced to ten years; we have got to that state where, in the congested areas of London, Glasgow, Leeds, Liverpool, and Manchester,—and even in Birmingham, which is the best-governed city in the United Kingdom—the mortality rate ranges from 65 to 90 in the thousand: and we have reached that state where we increase our wealth by a thousand millions per annum, and where all the fingers on one's hands and all the toes on one's feet would not represent the number of millions possessed by some of the millionaires of the Old Country; where 1,000 people of the Old Country own nearly half of its land, and where the man who does not work fattens and thrives for a longer time than the man who does work. That is evidence, at least on our part, that