William Howitt,
Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British Poets…
“ Five minutes in a dry-grinding room is quite sufficient to satisfy you of its nature and effects. We have seen Ebenezer Elliott's character of the grinder:— "There draws the grinder his laborious breath,There coughing, at his deadly trade he bends;Born to die young, he fears nor man nor death;Scorning the future, what he earns he spends;Debauch and riot are his bosom friends." The Commissioners state, on the authority of Dr. Knight of Sheffield, that a dozen years ago the number of grinders was two thousand five hundred; the life of a wet-grinder seldom reached forty-five years ”
