The Cry Of The Children
I wanted to post this poem written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, because it seems to reflect Isaac's experience, starting at age 7. It was written to raise awareness of child labor, and its price on the laborers. I have taken the liberty to underline a few parts which reflect the histories written of Isaac. When he would come home dirty and tired his mother would serve him his dinner, and there he would fall asleep at the table as he ate his dinner, then to arise early the next day to go about the same routine.
He must have hated the morning. I cannot think or working in such conditions. I myself have an issue with enclosed spaces, and to think of Isaac in such a tight spot, with barely any light if any, as a young child mining a trap door, and as an older child pushing a heavy load of coal towards the surface. I know I could not have done it.
If you would like further reading on this topic, see Isaac Wardle History Chapter 2 in this blog.