The following morning I was woken early, as arranged. The meeting of the Guardians was set for ten o'clock. I had it very much in mind to carry out an inspection of the workhouse before hand so as to fully acquaint myself with its condition and that of its inmates. After breakfasting on porridge I ventured forth. Rain had fallen overnight, at times with such intensity that the sound of it lashing the window of my room had woken me. Now, however, the sky had mostly cleared, the few clouds driven away by a...