the homeliness of the furniture, though everything was remarkably clean.  In another dormitory up stairs, we found ten or twelve bedrid women, one of them within a few months of completing the hundredth year of her age, but able to converse.  Another was a comparatively young woman, who had three months ago had a limb amputated.  A Sister, in her plain dark dress, stood in this room, ready to attend any of the poor women.  We were next conducted to a large room, where a number of the inmates were at dinner.  They rose modestly at our entrance, and we had some difficulty in inducing them to resume their seats.  We were curious to see the viands, knowing that they were composed solely of the crumbs from the rich man’s table, and having some idea, that as most of the Sisters were French, there might be some skill shewn in putting these morsels into new and palatable forms.  We did not, however, find that the dishes were superior to what might have been expected in a workhouse.  The principal article was a pudding, composed of pounded scraps and crusts of bread, and bearing much the appearance of the oatmeal porridge of Scotland.  Ladies attend the old women at table, acting entirely as servants do in a gentleman’s dining-room, though only in the limited extent to which such services are required at a meal so simple.  It is only after this meal is concluded, that the ladies sit down to their own equally frugal fare.  We were curious to know if they indulge in tea, considering this as a sort of crucial test of their self-denying principles.  We were informed that the article is not bought for them, on account of its being so expensive.  Used tea-leaves are obtained from the tables of certain families of rank, and are found to be of service for the comfort of the more infirm women.  After the inmates are served, if any tea be left, it is taken by the ladies.

We next descended to the kitchen, and there found a young woman at work as a cook, not a Sister, but one who may be so ere long, if she passes her novitiate successfully.  The magazine of crusts and lumps of bread, of broken meat and cold soups, coffee and tea, which we saw here, was a curious sight.  We were also shewn the pails and baskets in which the Sisters collect these viands.  Two go forth every morning, and make a round of several hours amongst houses where they are permitted to apply.  Meat goes into one compartment, bread into another.  A pail of two divisions keeps a variety of things distinct from each other.  Demurely pass the dark pair along the crowded thoroughfares of the metropolis, objects of momentary curiosity to many that pass them, but never pausing for a moment on their charitable mission.  The only approach to a smile on our conductress’s face, was when she related to us how, on their return one afternoon, a poor woman who had lost a child, traced them to the door, and made a disturbance there, under a belief that the cloak of one of them, instead of covering a collection of broken meat, concealed her infant.