No one was particularly happy in the Victorian period, not with the rampant disease that ran the streets or the leaking sewers that filled the streets of London. And while James could not say he was happy with the life he lead, one with a shack of a home and recycling the same three shirts for his shift at the factory, he was content. All he had was his spouse, and all he prayed for was their health. He wishes to provide for them, even if it means joining the army.