We entered a cabin. Stretched in one dark corner, scarcely visible, from the smoke and rags that covered them, were three children huddled together, lying there because they were too weak to rise, pale and ghastly, their little limbs--on removing a portion of the filthy covering--perfectly emaciated, eyes sunk, voice gone, and evidently in the last stage of actual starvation ... --William Bennett, "Narrative of a Recent Journey of Six Weeks in Ireland" (1847)