It Is an education to walk through the men's ward of the hospice, where there are forty or fifty patients, some of whom will not live more than a few months longer, and who would wwe died on the streets it they had not been eared for by the institution Here there is a thin, wasted frame twisting in agony on his bed, hardly ble to speak because of his weakened condition. He has" contracted a wasting disease, and cannot take any food oF drink. Soon he will die, but instead of spending his ast weeks in some dirty alleyway, he Is given all the attention and care that the institution can offer. Lying on an adjoining bed is en opium addict, worn looking, yellow with the effects of the drug.
Quite a cheerful looking patient is sitting on his bed grinning to himself. "He has got paralysis of both logs" explains one of the attendants, "he cannot walk at all." Next to him is 2 Man Who cannot move his arms. He is afflicted with the same kind of complaint, Here is a small bo} formerly an apprentice in some small Chinese shop in the native city, who hag contracted. beri-beri, 'Not far away is the biggest department in' the institution, - containing
estita up of them is singing vera hundred of the letly and monotonously a religious chant, while oihers are sitting at a table cating. [The beds are so close together that there is but a few inches to spare Letween each. There are rows and rows of them filing the ward. Th [are each occupied by s worn-looking {for his last resting place, "Here one the presence of death, it seems. Not one of that large assembly much longer to live.
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