Image: Louis Sontag, The Bowery at Night, 1895
No more weakly looking object ever strolled out into the spring sunshine than the once hale, lusty manager. All his corpulency had fled.
His face was thin and pale, his hands white, his body flabby. Clothes and all, he weighed but one hundred and thirty- five pounds. Some old garments had been given him--a cheap brown coat and misfit pair of trousers. Also some change and advice. He was told to apply to the charities.Again he resorted to the Bowery lodging-house, brooding over where to look. From this it was but a step to beggary.
"What can a man do?" he said. "I can't starve."
See the complete walk here.