ETHEL CHURCHILL.
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CHAPTER V.
THE FÊTE AT SIR ROBERT WALPOLE'S.
Few, save the poor, feel for the poor:
The rich know not, how hard
It is to be of needful food
And needful rest debarred.
Their paths are paths of plenteousness,
They sleep on silk and down;
And never think how heavily
The weary head lies down.
They know not of the scanty meal,
With small pale faces round;
No fire upon the cold damp hearth
When snow is on the ground.
They never by the window lean,
And see the gay pass by;
Then take their weary task again,
But with a sadder eye.
There is no denying that there are "royal roads" through existence for the upper classes;
