ABSTRACT
As we were coming out of Lincoln's Inn, Miss Sterling told us that Mr. Maurice would preach that evening at Spottiswood's. I had heard of Spottiswood as a great printer, who cared for his workpeople's welfare, and had classes for them. Minnie and I started. We reached Fetter Lane with its miserable inhabitants, flaring gas, great tall houses, propped up by enormous blocks of wood, half painted white.
