The Old House in Vauxhall Walk by Charlotte Riddell

'Houseless -- homeless -- hopeless!'

Many a one who had before him trodden that same street must have uttered the same words -- -the weary, the desolate, the hungry, the forsaken, the waifs and strays of struggling humanity that are always coming and going, cold, starving and miserable, over the pavements of Lambeth Parish; but it is open to question whether they were ever previously spoken with a more thorough conviction of their truth, or with a feeling of keener self-pity, than by the young man who hurried along Vauxhall Walk one rainy winter's night, with no overcoat on his shoulders and no hat on his head.