social standing of the children who die; they virtually all fall within the social range of Dickens's readership. Dickens was read, as all Victorian novelists were read, overwhelmingly by the middle classes; and in his pages, no aristocratic children die, and hardly any of the children we have so far looked at belong to the proletariat. Nell is poor, but she has come down in the world; culturally she quite obviously belongs to the middle class. The Cratchits are shabby genteel, near the bottom, socially, of Dickens's readership. Little Dick is perhaps the only case who falls quite clearly below it. The introduction of the Bumbles, after Dick has died, adds to the pathos a touch of anger at the workings of the Poor Law, for when it comes to the death of proletarian children pathos may not be the only ingredient: it can be supplemented, even replaced, by indignation. This can be seen in Bleak House , where there are two deaths of poor children, very different from each other. Jo the crossing sweeper is poor, ignorant, and a pure victim. He is connected with the plot by a number of ingenious links, but essentially he is there to be told to move on, to declare that he "never knowd nothink," to catch smallpox, recover from that, and die of the need for pathos. But his death is also part of the political message of the book:
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| | Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.
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Jo is not only a victim but also a moral touchstone: good characters are kind to him, bad characters bully him. He dies in the company of Allan Woodcourt, the good young doctor, and Mr. Snagsby the law-stationer, and dying he has, for the first time, a good deal to say for himself.
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| | "Jo! Did you ever know a prayer?"
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| | "Never knowd nothink, sir."
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| | "Not so much as one short prayer?"
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| | "No, sir. Nothink at all. Mr Chadbands he wos a-prayin' wunst at Mr Sangsby's, and I heerd him, but he sounded as if he wos a-speakin to hisself, and not to me. He prayed a lot, but I couldn't make out nothink on it. Different times, there wos other genlmen come down Tom-all-Alones a-prayin, butt they all mostly sed as the t'other wuns prayed wrong, and all mostly sounded to be a-talkin to theirselves, or a-passin blame on the t'others, and not a-talkin to us. We never knowd nothink. I never knowd what it wos all about." (Chapter 47)
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