...the over-worked needlewoman, and all England, thrilled to the appeal: " O men, with sisters dear! O men, with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives—" and when, in consequence, plan after plan was tried, and investigations instituted, and a kindlier...

...the over-worked needlewoman, and all England, thrilled to the appeal : " O men, with sisters dear ! O men, with mothers and wives ! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives — " and when, in consequence, plan after plan was tried, and investigations instituted, and a kindlier...

...Along with the barbarous Turk, Where woman has never a soul to save, If this is Christian work ! " Work ! work ! work ! Till the brain begins to swim...buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream ! " Oh, men ! with sisters dear ! Oh, men ! with mothers and wives ! It is not linen you're wearing...

...roof! It 's oh ! to be a slave Along with the barbarous Turk, Where woman has never a soul to save, " Work — work — work — Till the brain begins to...buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream ! " Oh ! men, with sisters dear ! Oh ! men, with mothers and wives ! It is not linen you 're wearing...

...never a soul to save " Work — work — work ! Till the brain begina to swim ; Work - work — work I Till the eyes are heavy and dim ! Seam, and gusset,...over the buttons I fall asleep, 'And sew them on in my dream I " Oh ! men with sisters dear ! Oh! men with mothers and wives ! It is not linen you're wearing...

...workroom, that my girls often drop down on the floor dead asleep or fainting ! " CHAPTER VI. f rites. Work — work — work — Till the brain begins to...the eyes are heavy and dim : Seam, and gusset, and baud — Band, and gusset, and seam — Till over the buttons she falls asleep And sews them on in...

...table — a broken chair — And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there. " Oh, men, with sisters dear ! Oh, men, with mothers and wives! It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures lives ! Stitch — stitch — stitch , In poverty, hunger,...

...poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, She sang the ' Song of the Shirt.' " Work— work— work ! Till the brain begins to swim...buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream ! " Work— work— work ! My labour never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust...

...Along with the barbarous Turk, Where woman has never a soul to save, If this is Christian work ! " Work — work — work Till the brain begins to swim...buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream ! " Oh, Men, with Sisters clear ! Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives ! It is not linen you 're wearing...

...Along with the barbarous Turk, Where woman has never a soul to save. If this is Christian work ! " Work — work — work Till the brain begins to swim...gusset, and seam, Till over the buttons I fall asleep, " O, men, with sisters dear ! O, men, with mothers and wives ! It is not linen you 're wearing out,...