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Ewing Ritchie + + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + + + + +Title: Days and Nights in London + or, Studies in Black and Gray + + +Author: J. Ewing Ritchie + + + +Release Date: July 10, 2011 [eBook #36683] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII) + + +***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DAYS AND NIGHTS IN LONDON*** +</pre> +<p>Transcribed from the 1880 Tinsley Brothers edition by David +Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org</p> +<h1>DAYS AND NIGHTS<br /> +IN LONDON;</h1> +<p style="text-align: center"><span +class="GutSmall">OR</span>,</p> +<p style="text-align: center"><i>STUDIES IN BLACK AND +GRAY</i>.</p> +<div class="gapspace"> </div> +<p style="text-align: center"><span class="GutSmall">BY</span><br +/> +J. EWING RITCHIE,</p> +<p style="text-align: center"><span class="GutSmall">AUTHOR +OF</span><br /> +<span class="GutSmall">“THE NIGHT SIDE OF LONDON,” +“RELIGIOUS LIFE OF LONDON,”</span><br /> +<span class="GutSmall">“BRITISH SENATORS,” +ETC.</span></p> +<div class="gapspace"> </div> +<p style="text-align: center"><span +class="GutSmall">LONDON:</span><br /> +<span class="GutSmall">TINSLEY BROTHERS, 8, CATHERINE ST., +STRAND.</span><br /> +1880.<br /> +[<i>All rights reserved</i>.]</p> +<div class="gapspace"> </div> +<p style="text-align: center"><a name="pageiv"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. iv</span><span class="GutSmall">CHARLES +DICKENS AND EVANS</span>,<br /> +<span class="GutSmall">CRYSTAL PALACE PRESS</span>.</p> +<h2><a name="pagev"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +v</span>PREFACE.</h2> +<p>London has vastly altered since the Author, some quarter of a +century ago, described some of the scenes which occurred nightly +in its midst of which respectable people were ignorant, which +corrupted its young men and young women, and which rendered it a +scandal and a horror to civilisation itself. The +publication of his work, “The Night Side of +London”—of which nearly eight thousand copies were +sold—did something, by calling the attention of Members of +Parliament and philanthropists to the subject, to improve the +scenes and to abate the scandal. As a further contribution +to the same subject, the present volume is published. Every +Englishman must take an interest in London—a city which it +has taken <a name="pagevi"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +vi</span>nearly two thousand years to build; whose sons, to +enrich which, have sailed on every sea and fought or traded on +every land; and which apparently, as the original home and centre +of English-speaking people, must grow with the growth and +strengthen with the strength of the world.</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Wrentham House, Hendon</span>,<br /> + <i>February</i>, +1880.</p> +<h2><a name="pagevii"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +vii</span>CONTENTS.</h2> +<table> +<tr> +<td><p> </p> +</td> +<td><p> </p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">PAGE</span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="smcap">i.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><span class="smcap">The World of London</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page1">1</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="smcap">ii.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><span class="smcap">The Amusements of the +People</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page24">24</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="smcap">iii.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Our Music-Halls</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page39">39</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="smcap">iv.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><span class="smcap">More about Music-Halls</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page54">54</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="smcap">v.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Sundays with the People</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page90">90</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="smcap">vi.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><span class="smcap">The Low Lodging-House</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page117">117</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="smcap">vii.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Studies at the Bar</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page155">155</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><a name="pageviii"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. viii</span><span +class="smcap">viii.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><span class="smcap">In an Opium Den</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page170">170</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="smcap">ix.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><span class="smcap">London’s +Excursionists</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page182">182</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="smcap">x.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><span class="smcap">On the River Steamers</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page196">196</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="smcap">xi.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Street Salesmen</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page208">208</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="smcap">xii.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><span class="smcap">City Nuisances</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page225">225</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="smcap">xiii.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><span class="smcap">Out of Gaol</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page261">261</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="smcap">xiv.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><span class="smcap">In a Gipsy Camp</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page271">271</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="smcap">xv.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p><span class="smcap">The Street Boys of London</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page280">280</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +<h2><a name="page1"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +1</span>I.—THE WORLD OF LONDON.</h2> +<p>London, for a “village,” as old Cobbett used to +call it, is a pretty large one; and, viewed from the lowest +stand-point—that of the dull gospel according to +Cocker—may well be described as truly wonderful. It +eats a great deal of beef, and drinks a great deal of beer. +You are staggered as you explore its warehouses. I stood in +a granary the other day in which there were some eighty thousand +sacks of wheat; and in the Bank of England I held in my hand, for +a <a name="page2"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +2</span>minute—all too brief—a million of +pounds. It is difficult to realise what London is, and what +it contains. Figures but little assist the reader.</p> +<p>Perhaps you best realise what the city is as you come up the +Thames as far as London Bridge. Perhaps another way is to +stand on that same bridge and watch the eager hordes that cross +of a morning and return at night, and then, great as that number +is, to multiply it a hundredfold. A dozen miles off +gardeners tell you that there are plants that suffer from London +air and London fog. Indeed it is difficult to say where +London begins and where it ends. If you go to Brighton, +undoubtedly it is there in all its glory; when yachting far away +in the western islands of Scotland and the Hebrides, the first +signature I found in the strangers’ book at a favourite +hotel was that of Smith, of London. There he was, as large +as life, just as we see him any <a name="page3"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 3</span>day in Cheapside. One bitter +cold winter day I revisited, not exactly my childhood’s +happy home, but a neighbouring sea port to which I was once much +attached. “Oh,” said I to myself, as I rushed +along in the train, “how glad people will be to see me; how +bright will be the eyes into which I once loved to look, and how +warm the clasp of the hand which once thrilled through all my +being!” Alas! a generation had risen who knew not +Joseph. I dined sadly and alone at the hotel, and after +dinner made my way to the pier to mingle my melancholy with that +of the melancholy ocean. The wind was high; the sand in +clouds whirled madly along the deserted streets. At sea +even nothing was to be seen; but at the far end of the pier, with +his back turned to me, gazing over as if he wanted to make out +the coast of Holland—some hundred and fifty miles +opposite—was a short man, whom I knew at once from his <a +name="page4"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 4</span>apoplectic +back—Brown, of Fleet Street—come there all the way +from the congenial steak puddings and whisky toddy of The +Cheshire Cheese for a little fresh air! I felt angry with +Brown. I was ready almost to throw him over into the raging +surf beneath, but I knew that was vain. There were +“more to follow.” Nowadays London and London +people are everywhere. What is London? It covers, +says one, within a fifteen-miles’ radius of Charing Cross, +so many hundred square miles. It numbers more than four +million inhabitants. It comprises a hundred thousand +foreigners from every quarter of the globe. It contains +more Roman Catholics than there are in all Rome; more Jews than +there are in all Palestine; and, I fear, more rogues than there +are even in America. On a Sunday you will hear Welsh in one +church, Dutch in another, the ancient dialect of St. Chrysostom +in another; and on a Saturday <a name="page5"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 5</span>you may plunge into low dancing-houses +at the East-End which put to shame anything of the kind in +Hamburg or Antwerp or Rotterdam. In many of the +smoking-rooms bordering on Mark Lane and Cheapside you hear +nothing but German. I know streets and squares inhabited by +Dutch and German Jews, or dark-eyed Italians, or excitable +Frenchmen, where</p> +<blockquote><p>The tongue that Shakespeare spake</p> +</blockquote> +<p>is as little understood as Sanscrit itself. At any +moment I like I can rush away from all European civilisation, and +sit in a little room and smoke opium with the heathen +Chinee—whose smile all the while is “childlike and +bland”—as if I were thousands of miles away. On +the other side of St. Paul’s I have supped with hundreds of +thieves at a time, who carry on their work as if there was no +such institution as that of the police; I have listened to the +story of the <a name="page6"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +6</span>crowded lodgers, and I can believe anything you like to +tell me of the wealth, of the poverty, of the virtue, of the vice +of London. People say the metropolis has seven thousand +miles of streets. I have no doubt it has. People say +it has on Sunday sixty miles of shops open, and they may be +right; at least I have neither the time nor the inclination to +test these figures. It also rejoices, I hear, in as many +public-houses as, if set in a line, would reach from Charing +Cross to Portsmouth. The people of London read or write in +the course of a year as many as two hundred and forty millions of +letters. All these letters are written, all these +public-houses supported, all these streets lined with houses +inhabited by men who more or less are connected with the +city. It is there they live, if they sleep fifty miles +away, and it is a hard life some of them have assuredly. A +little while ago a poor woman was charged with <a +name="page7"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 7</span>pawning shirts +entrusted to her to make by an East-End merchant clothier. +The woman pleaded that her children were so hungry that she was +tempted to pawn some of the work in the hope of being able to +redeem it by the time the whole was completed. The work was +machine-sewing. She hired the machine at half-a-crown a +week, and was paid by the prosecutor a shilling a dozen for his +shirts.</p> +<p>“Nonsense,” said the magistrate; “that is +only a penny each.”</p> +<p>“And that is all it is, sir,” said the poor +woman.</p> +<p>“And you have to work a long day to make twelve. +And is it really a fact,” said the magistrate, turning to +the merchant clothier, “that this kind of work has fallen +into such a deplorable condition that you can get it done at so +poor a rate?”</p> +<p>“Your worship,” was the reply, “if I wanted +a hundred hands at the price <a name="page8"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 8</span>I could get ’em by holding up my +finger.”</p> +<p>Nowhere does life run to such extremes;—nowhere is there +such pauperism as in London; nowhere is there such wealth; +nowhere does man lift a sublimer face to the stars; nowhere does +he fall so low. In short, London may be described as +“one of those things which no fellah can +understand.”</p> +<p>In beauty London now may almost vie with fair bewitching +Paris. In all other respects it leaves it far behind. +It is the brain of England, the seat of English rule, whence +issue laws which are obeyed in four quarters of the globe, and +the fountain of thought which agitates and rules the world. +London is the head-quarters of commerce. Tyre and Sidon and +Carthage, the republics of Italy, the great cities of the +Hanseatic Confederation, Flemish Ghent or Bruges, or Antwerp or +busy Amsterdam, never in <a name="page9"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 9</span>their canals, and harbours, and +rivers, sheltered such burdened argosies; in their streets never +saw such wealthy merchants; in their warehouses never garnered up +such stores of corn and wine and oil. London prices rule +the globe, and are quoted on every exchange. It is a city +of contrasts. It has its quarters where pale-eyed students +live and move and have their being, and factories where the only +thought is how best to drag out a dull mechanical life. It +has its underground cells where misers hide their ill-gotten +gains, and its abodes of fashion and dissipation where the +thoughtless and the gay dance and drink and sing, as if time past +taught them no lesson, and as if time to come could have no +terrors for them. It is a city of saints and sinners, where +God and Mammon have each their temples and their crowds of +worshippers. Here lie in wait the traffickers in +men’s bodies and souls; and here live those whose <a +name="page10"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 10</span>most anxious +care is how best to assuage the pangs of poverty, how best to +cure the delirium of disease, how most successfully to reclaim +the fallen and the prodigal, how most assiduously to guard the +young from the grasp of the destroyer—how, in the language +of the poet, to “allure to brighter worlds and lead the +way.” If there be a fire in Chicago, a famine in +India, a tornado in the West Indies, a wail of distress from the +North or the South, or the East or the West, London is the first +city to send succour and relief.</p> +<p>In speaking of London we sometimes mean Smaller London and +sometimes Greater London. To avoid confusion we must +clearly understand what is meant by each. Smaller London +comprises 28 Superintendent Registrars’ Districts, 20 of +them being in Middlesex, 5 in Surrey, and 3 in Kent; viz. +Kensington, Chelsea, St. George, Hanover Square, Westminster, +Marylebone, <a name="page11"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +11</span>Hampstead, Pancras, Islington, Hackney, St. Giles, +Strand, Holborn, London City, Shoreditch, Bethnal Green, +Whitechapel, St. George in the East, Stepney, Mile End and Poplar +in Middlesex; St. Saviour, Southwark, St. Olave, Southwark, +Lambeth, Wandsworth, and Camberwell in Surrey; and Greenwich, +Lewisham, and Woolwich in Kent. It had an estimated +population in the middle of 1878 of 3,577,304. Greater +London comprises in addition to the above 14 Superintendent +Registrars’ Districts, 6 of them being in Middlesex, 4 in +Surrey, 2 in Kent, and 2 in Essex; viz. Staines, Uxbridge, +Brentford, Hendon, Barnet, and Edmonton in Middlesex; Epsom, +Croydon, Kingston, and Richmond in Surrey; Bromley and Bexley in +Kent; and West Ham and Romford in Essex. It comprises the +whole of Middlesex, and such parishes of Surrey, Kent, Essex, and +Herts as are within 12 miles of Charing Cross. These <a +name="page12"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 12</span>additional +districts had an estimated population of 872,711 in the middle of +the year 1878, so that Greater London has therefore at the +present time a population of 4,450,015. The population of +the United Kingdom in the middle of 1878 was estimated at +33,881,966. Greater London had therefore considerably more +than an eighth of the population of Great Britain and Ireland, +and more than a sixth of the population of England and +Wales. This large population is constantly and rapidly +increasing; the estimated increase in 1878 being 82,468. It +is important to note that the increase is not equal in all +parts. The population is decreasing within the City; within +Smaller London it goes on increasing but at a decreasing rate, +and in the outer ring the population increases steadily at an +increasing rate. The population of the outer circle has +increased more than 50 per cent. in the last ten years.</p> +<p><a name="page13"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 13</span>Even in +its narrowest definition—as the small plot of ground +between Temple Bar and Aldgate pump—what a history London +has! Of what scenes of glory and of shame it has been the +theatre! What brave men and lovely women have played their +part, heroic or the reverse, upon its stage! When the +City’s greatest architect dug deep into the earth to build +the foundations of his matchless cathedral, he laid bare the +remains of nations and generations that one after another had +held the City as its own. First he uncovered the graves of +the early medieval Londoners; then he came to the remains of our +Saxon forefathers, of Ethelbert and St. Augustine; next were +found the remains of Romans and ancient Britons, and last of all +were found the mouldering remains of those who knew not +Cæsar and the city they call Rome. Again, the London +of Victoria faintly resembles the London of Queen Anne, as +faintly perhaps <a name="page14"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +14</span>as does the Jerusalem of to-day represent the city in +which our Saviour dwelt. No wonder that our old chroniclers +romanced not a little, and that many of them did believe, as +Geoffrey of Monmouth writes, that London was founded by Brute, a +descendant of Eneas, eleven hundred years before Christ, and that +he called it Troy Novant, whence came the name of the people to +be called Trinobantes. Equally widespread and equally +unfounded was the belief that from London were shipped away +eleven thousand—some say seventy thousand—British +virgins (as an admirer of the virtues of my countrywomen I stick +to the highest figure)—whose bones may yet be seen in +Cologne—to the British warriors compelled to settle in +Armorica. What is clear, however, is that in London Diana +had a temple, that the Saxons won the city from the Britons, that +the Tower of London is one of the oldest buildings in <a +name="page15"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 15</span>Christendom, +and that here Roman and Dane, and Saxon and Norman have all more +or less left their mark. Our early monarchs trembled as +they saw how the great city grew. When that slobbering +James came to the throne—whom his courtiers denominated the +British Solomon—of whom bishops and archbishops testified +that his language was that of inspiration, he exclaimed, +“England will shortly be London, and London England,” +as he saw how people were adding house to house and street to +street, and flocking to them from all parts of England and +Scotland; yet the London of the Stuarts, neither in extent or +magnificence or wealth, bore the faintest resemblance to the +London of to-day.</p> +<p>Londoners are well looked after in the matter of taxes. +The ratable value of the metropolis, or rather the district of +the Metropolitan Board, is £23,960,109. Last year it +raised in this way £477,835. The <a +name="page16"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 16</span>School Board +rate was something similar. Besides, there is a sewer rate +of twopence in the pound; a paving, watering, etc. rate of +probably ninepence; a lighting rate of threepence; then there are +rates to pay interest on the debts of extinct paving trusts; a +rate for baths and wash-houses, police rate and county rate, +making a total of almost five shillings and sixpence in the pound +on the value of a house. While it has an excess of +beer-shops, gin-palaces, and music-halls, it has a great +deficiency as regards church and chapel accommodation. In +Inner London it is calculated 955,060 sittings are +required. In Larger London the deficiency, it is estimated, +is much more.</p> +<p>The number of police, according to the last return, was 10,336 +in the metropolis, showing an increase of 0.5 per cent. over last +year; and in the City 798, being seven over the last +returns. The metropolitan <a name="page17"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 17</span>police are in the proportion of one +for every 397 of the population of the metropolitan police +district; the City police of one for every 93 of the population, +as enumerated on the night of the census of 1871. The cost +of the metropolitan police was £1,077,399, of which 39.9 +per cent. was contributed from public revenue; the cost of the +City police was £85,231, towards which no contribution was +made. From the criminal returns it appears that for the +metropolitan police district, with the City, the number of known +thieves and depredators, receivers of stolen goods, and suspected +persons, was 2,715, or one in 1,431 of the population, showing an +increase of 3.9 per cent. on the returns of the previous +year. The rule which has been followed now for 14 years, +that persons known to have been living honestly for one year at +least subsequently to their discharge after any conviction, +should not <a name="page18"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +18</span>be returned in the class of known thieves and +depredators, has been adhered to. The return of houses of +bad character in the metropolis, exclusive of those of ill-fame +and of those returned to Parliament under the Contagious Act, is +215, of which 66 are houses of receivers of stolen goods, showing +a decrease of 22 in the year. The total number of cases +tried at the Central Criminal Court was 10,151. From a +classification of offences determined summarily we learn that +there were 5,622 persons proceeded against in the City, of whom +1,093 were discharged, and the remainder convicted or otherwise +dealt with. There were 191 offences against the +Adulteration of Food Act in the metropolitan police district, 7 +in the City; 5,874 against the Elementary Education Act, none in +the City; 1,234 cases of cruelty to animals in the metropolitan +district, 823 in the City; 33,520 persons were drunk <a +name="page19"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 19</span>and +disorderly in the metropolitan district, 431 in the City, being +an increase over the numbers for the last year of about 1,000 in +the first instance, and 35 in the second.</p> +<p>From the prison returns we gather that the total of +commitments to Newgate for the year ended September 29th, 1877, +was 1,394 males, and 218 females, being in the case of the males +a reasonable decrease from the last year’s numbers; to +Holloway, 1,896 males, 281 females, the latter returns including +841 males and 45 females to the civil side for debt. Under +the heading of expenses we have £127 19s. for new +buildings, alterations, etc., in Newgate; and in Holloway, +£199; ordinary repairs in Newgate came to £149 11s. +4d., rent, rates, taxes, etc., £121 7s.; Holloway repairs, +£121 4s. 5d., rent and taxes, £74 2s. 11d., with +various other charges, making a total of expenses at Newgate of +<a name="page20"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +20</span>£6,514 5s. 3d.; Holloway, £10,314 9s. +9d. From the table of funds charged with prison expenses we +learn that at Holloway the net profit of prisoners’ labour +was £2,038 1s. 9d. The county or liberty rates +contributed £83 16s. 8d. to Newgate; the City rate was +£5,632 1s. 3d., the latter rate was, in respect to +Holloway, £6,239 5s. The Treasury paid £347 0s. +9d., proportion of the charge for convicted prisoners at Newgate, +£1,438 17s. 6d. for those at Holloway.</p> +<p>The charitable contributions of England are to-day in excess +of what the whole revenue of the British Crown was under the +Stuarts, only two hundred years ago; over £600,000 per +annum is derived from all such sources by the medical charities +of London alone; more than 1,200,000 persons, exclusive of +paupers, are annually recipient of assistance from those medical +charities.</p> +<p>In other ways also is London truly <a name="page21"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 21</span>wonderful. It seems as if the +earth toiled and moiled to simply supply her wants. Sail up +the Baltic and ask whither those vessels laden with tallow and +corn and flax are steering, and the answer is, The Thames. +Float down the Mediterranean, and the reply to the question would +be still the same. Ascend the grand rivers of the New +World, and the destination of the stores of beef and cheese and +wheat is still the same. Canada supplies us with our deals; +America with half our food; Australia with our wool; the Cape +with our diamonds; the Brazils with coffee. Havannah sends +her choice cigars, China her teas, Japan her lacquered and +ingenious ware, Italy her silks; and from the vineyards of +France, or the green hills that border the Rhine and the Moselle, +we are supposed to draw our supplies of sparkling wine. +Spain sends her sherry, Portugal her port. For us the spicy +breezes blow soft on Ceylon’s isle, the <a +name="page22"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 22</span>turtle +fattens languidly under burning suns, the whale wallows in the +trough of frozen seas, the elephant feeds in African jungles, and +the ostrich darts as an arrow across the plain. In the +country village, in the busy mill, on sea or on land, it is the +thought of London that fires the brain and fills the heart, and +nerves the muscle and relieves the tedium of nightly or daily +toil. As Cowper writes:</p> + +<blockquote><p> Where +has commerce such a mart,<br /> +So rich, so thronged, so drained, and so supplied,<br /> +As London—opulent, enlarged, and still<br /> +Increasing London? Babylon of old<br /> +Not more the glory of the earth than she,<br /> +A more accomplished world’s chief glory now.</p> +</blockquote> +<p>It is not our province to speculate as to the future. +There are men who tell us that Babylon is about to fall, and that +it is time for the elect to be off. It may be so. +Time, the destroyer, has seen many a noble city rise, and +flourish, and pass away; but <a name="page23"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 23</span>London, it must be admitted +nevertheless, never more truly in any sense deserves the epitaph +of “wonderful” than at the present time.</p> +<h2><a name="page24"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +24</span>II.—THE AMUSEMENTS OF THE PEOPLE.</h2> +<p>The Middlesex magistrates have shut up the Argyle Rooms. +Mr. Bignell, who has found it worth his while to invest +£80,000 in the place, it is to be presumed, is much +annoyed, and has, in some respects, reason to be so. Year +after year noble lords and Middlesex magistrates have visited the +place, and have licensed it. Indeed, it had become one of +the institutions of the country—one of the places which Bob +Logic and Corinthian Tom (for such men still exist, though they +go by other names) would be sure to visit, and such as they and +the women who were <i>habitués</i> will have to <a +name="page25"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 25</span>go +elsewhere. It is said a great public scandal is removed, +but the real scandal yet remains. It is a scandal that such +a place ever flourished in the great metropolis of a land which +professes Christianity—which pays clergymen and deans, and +bishops and archbishops princely sums to extirpate that lust of +the flesh and lust of the eye and pride of life, which found +their lowest form of development in the Argyle Rooms. It +was a scandal that men of position, who have been born in English +homes and nursed by English mothers, and been consecrated +Christians in baptism, and have been trained at English public +schools and universities, and worshipped in English churches and +cathedrals, should have helped to make the Argyle a flourishing +institution. Mr. Bignell created no vice—he merely +pandered to what was in existence. It was men of wealth and +fashion who made the Argyle what it was. The Argyle closed, +the vice <a name="page26"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +26</span>remains the same, and it will avail little to make clean +the outside of the whited sepulchre if within there be rottenness +and dead men’s bones. Be that as it may, there are +few people who will regret the defeat of Mr. Bignell and the +closing of the Argyle. It was not an improving spectacle in +an age that has sacrificed everything to worldly show, and that +has come to regard brougham as the one thing needful—as the +outward and visible sign of an inward and invisible +grace—as a charter of respectability to everyone who rides +in it, whether purchased by the chastity of woman or the honour +of man—to see painted and bedizened females, most of +them</p> +<blockquote><p>Born in a garret, in a kitchen bred,</p> +</blockquote> +<p>driving up in broughams from St. John’s Wood or Chelsea +or Belgravia, with their gallants, or “protectors,” +to the well-known rendezvous, at a late hour, to leave a little +<a name="page27"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 27</span>later for +the various oyster-rooms in the district, through a dense crowd +of lookers-on, drunk or sober, poor or rich, old or young, as the +case might be. In no other capital in Europe was such a +sight to be seen. The lesson taught by such a spectacle was +neither moral nor improving at first sight, and it was not well +that a young, giddy girl, with good looks, and wishing, above all +things, for fine dresses and gay society—sick at heart of +her lowly home and the dreary drudgery of daily +poverty—should there practically have learnt that if she +could but make up her mind to give her virtue to the winds, there +awaited her the companionship of men of birth and breeding and +wealth, and the gaudy, if short-lived, pomps and splendours of +successful vice. It is true that in the outside crowd there +were, in rags and tatters, in degradation and filth, shivering +with cold, pale with want, hideous with intemperance and <a +name="page28"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 28</span>disease, +homeless and friendless and destitute, withered hags old before +their time, whom the policeman shrank from touching as he bade +them move on, who once were the admired of the Argyle, and the +pets and <i>protégées</i> of England’s gilded +youth; and here and there in the crowd, with boots in holes and +broken hat, and needy coat buttoned as far as possible to the +chin to conceal the absence of a shirt, with hands thrust in +empty pockets, sodden in face and feeble of limb, were men who +had been hauled from the Argyle to Bow Street and the gaol. +It is true thus side by side were the bane and the antidote; but +when did youth, flushed with wine and pleasure, pause on the road +to ruin? Young says:</p> +<blockquote><p>All men think all men mortal but themselves,</p> +</blockquote> +<p>and in like manner each man or woman in the glow of youth +feels confident that he or she can never fall, and thus rushes +madly <a name="page29"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 29</span>on, +ignoring the eternal truth that there is a Nemesis ever tracking +the steps of the wrongdoer, one from whose grasp we can never +escape, that the pleasures of sin are but for a season, and that +the wages of sin are death. By the beery dissipated crowd +outside, I say, this obvious fact had been lost sight of. +What they wanted to see was the women and the men as they turned +out into the streets or drove away. Well, that sight exists +no longer, and to a certain extent it is a gain. The +Haymarket in these latter days was very different and a much more +sober place than it was when the Marquis of Waterford played his +drunken pranks at Bob Croft’s, or when the simple Windham +was in the habit of spending his time and wasting his money and +degrading an honoured name at such a place as Barns’s or +The Blue Posts. Men not far advanced in life can remember +the Piccadilly Saloon, with its flashy women and medical students +<a name="page30"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 30</span>and +barristers from the Temple, and men about town and greenhorns +from the country—who in the small hours turned out into the +streets, shouting stentoriously, “We won’t go home +till morning,” and putting their decision into execution by +repairing to the wine and coffee rooms which lined both sides of +the Haymarket and existed in all the adjacent streets. In +some there was a piano, at which a shabby performer was hired to +keep up the harmony of the evening and to give an appearance of +hilarity to what was after all a very slow affair. In +others the company were left to their own resources. At a +certain hour the police inspector, with a couple of constables, +would look in, and it was comic to see how unconscious he was +apparently that every trace of intoxicating drink had been +removed, as nothing remained on the tables but a few harmless +cups of coffee. It was not till the industrious world had +risen to the performance of <a name="page31"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 31</span>its daily task that the rag-tag and +bob-tail of the Haymarket retired to roost; and by the time that +earls and holy bishops and godly clergy were ready to drive down +the Haymarket to take part in meetings at Exeter Hall to send the +Gospel to the heathen abroad, not a trace was left of the +outrageous display the night before of the more fearful and +sadder forms of heathenism at home. Undoubtedly the +Haymarket thirty or forty years ago was an awful place; +undoubtedly it will be a little quieter now that the Argyle Rooms +are closed, and as the glory of Windmill-street has fled. +Undoubtedly we have gained a great deal externally by magisterial +action. Yet it is evident we need something more than +magisterial sanction for the interference of the police. I +am not partial to the men in blue. I doubt their efficacy +as agents for moral reform or the introduction of the +millennium. They can remove the symptoms, but they <a +name="page32"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 32</span>cannot touch +the disease. It seems to me that they often +interfere—especially in the case of poor women—when +there is no occasion to do so; and no one, when it is requisite, +can be more stolidly blind and deaf and dumb than your ordinary +policeman. Police surveillance must mean more or less +police bribery. It was once my fate to live in a country +town and to belong to a library, which was also supported by the +superintendent of police. On one occasion I had a book +which had previously been in that gentleman’s hands. +In opening it a letter fell out addressed to him. I did +what I ought not to have done, but as it was wide open, I read +it, as anyone would. It was from a publican in the town, +begging the superintendent’s acceptance of a cask of +cider. Of course, on the next licensing-day no complaint +would be heard as to the character of that house. A +journeyman engineer, in his “Habits and Customs of the +Working <a name="page33"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +33</span>Classes,” gives us similar testimony as he +describes a drinking party during prohibited hours disturbed by +the appearance of a policeman, but reassured when told by the +landlord that he is one of “the right sort;” which +means, continues the author, that “he is one of that +tolerably numerous sort who, provided a publican +‘tips’ them a ‘bob’ occasionally, and is +liberal in the matter of drops of something short when they are +on night duty, will not see any night-drinking that may be +carried on in his establishment as long as it is done with a show +of decency.” I need say no more on that head; human +nature is the same all the world over. Out of the heart are +the issues of life, and no policeman or magistrate can make a +drunken people sober, or a low, sordid, and sensual race of men +and women noble and pure in thought and beautiful in life. +For that we look to the Christian Church in all its +branches. To its ministers especially we <a +name="page34"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 34</span>appeal. +Let them leave theological wrangling, and the cloister where no +living voice is heard, and the well-lined study in which human +nature, when it puts in an appearance, has learned to assume a +decent and decorous mask, and see what are the amusements of the +people, not so much on the Sabbath-day, but on the +week-night. The Argyle was but one place out of many. +In our great cities there are tens of thousands who live only for +amusement, whether they be the working classes or in the higher +walks of life. A glance at some of these places of resort +may help us to understand what are the amusements of the people, +and whether the Church does well and wisely in stamping them with +her approval, or regarding them with her frown. It is how a +man spends his money, and not how he makes it, that is the true +index to his character. It is really impossible to imagine +amusements more foolish or more indicative of a low tone of mind +<a name="page35"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 35</span>morally +and intellectually than those which are most patronised at the +present day. What pleasure can there be in watching a man +walking for a bet, or in a woman risking her neck on a +trapeze? Yet thousands go to see such a sight. Even +the theatres delight in displays equally revolting, perhaps more +so from a moral point of view.</p> +<p>When General Grant was in Moscow lately, an acrobat placed +four bottles on a high table, and on top of these a chair, which +he balanced sideways while he stood on his head on one corner of +it. He kept repeating this, adding one chair at a time, +until he got five on top of each other, and still showed no signs +of stopping; but General Grant got up and walked away, saying he +would rather read the death in the papers than witness it. +Our music-hall audiences are far more appreciative of the +amusements provided for them.</p> +<p>The stage, I have said, may not escape <a +name="page36"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +36</span>censure. It has its illustrious exceptions, but, +as Mr. Chatterton has shown us, Shakespeare means bankruptcy, and +the majority of adaptations from the French are, it is admitted +on all hands, not of an improving character. The way also +in which the powers of the licenser are administered is, to say +the least, puzzling. It is impossible to represent some +subjects on the stage without injury to the morals and the +manners of the spectators. In Mr. Arthur Matthison’s +adaptation of “Les Lionnes Pauvres,” the sin of +adultery was, it is true, held up to execration; but the license +was withheld because it was deemed undesirable to turn the +English theatre into a spectacular divorce court. Another +prohibited play was founded on “La Petite Marquise,” +in which faithlessness to the marriage vow becomes a fine art, +and virtue and honour and purity in woman is held up to +ridicule. A lady who has married a man very much <a +name="page37"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 37</span>her senior, +is represented as encouraging the advances of a seducer, who, +when she throws herself in his arms, to avoid the expense of +having to keep her, sends her back to her husband; and yet the +man who forces this filth on the stage complains that he is badly +treated, and questions whether the world has ever given birth, or +ever will give birth, to any conception as obscene as that of the +old man in “The Pink Dominoes”—a play which, it +must be remembered, has had a most successful run upon the +stage. At the theatre, the same writer observes, “I +have beheld a young man hidden in a chest spring out upon a woman +half dressed, while from her lips broke words I shudder to +repeat. In peril I have watched with bated breath an +attempt to commit a rape elaborately represented before the +public. In ‘Madame! attend Monsieur,’ I have +seen a woman take a shirt in one hand, and a shift in the <a +name="page38"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 38</span>other, and, +standing in the very centre of the stage, walk up to the float, +deliberately put the two together, then with a wild shriek, +etc.;” and here the writer stops short. No one, of +course, expects people will stop away from the theatre; but why +cannot the tone of the place be a little higher, and the whole +style of the amusement more worthy of a civilised +community? Why cannot we have a less liberal display of +legs and bosoms, and more generally in the matter of wit? +There have always been admirers of good acting. Why should +they be ignored, and the stage lowered to the level of the +country bumpkin, the imbecile youth of the day, and his female +friends?</p> +<h2><a name="page39"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +39</span>III.—OUR MUSIC-HALLS.</h2> +<p>I fear the first impression made upon the mind of the careful +observer is that, as regards amusements, the mass of the people +are deteriorating very rapidly, that we are more frivolous and +childish and silly in this way than our fathers. One has no +right to expect anything very intellectual in the way of +amusements. People seek them, and naturally, as a relief +from hard work. A little amusement now and then is a +necessity of our common humanity, whether rich or poor, high or +low, sinner or saint; and of course, in the matter of amusements, +we must allow people a considerable latitude <a +name="page40"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 40</span>according to +temperament and age and education, and the circumstances in which +they are placed. In these days no one advocates a +Puritanical restraint and an abstinence from the pleasures of the +world. We have a perfect right to everything that can +lighten the burden of life, and can make the heart rejoice. +It was not a pleasant sign of the times, however, when the people +found an amusement in bull-baiting, cock-fighting, boxing, going +to see a man hanged; nor is it a pleasant sign of the tunes when, +night after night, tens of thousands of our fellow-countrymen are +forced into shrieks of laughter by exhibitions as idiotic as they +are indecent. A refined and educated people will seek +amusements of a refining character. If the people, on the +contrary, rejoice in the slang and filthy innuendoes, and low +dancing and sensational gymnastics of the music-hall, what are we +to think? The music-hall is quite an invention of <a +name="page41"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 41</span>modern +days. In times not very remote working men were satisfied +with going into a public-house—having there their +<i>quantum suff.</i> of less adulterated beer than they can get +now—and sometimes they got into good society at such +places. For instance, we find Dr. Johnson himself a kind of +chairman of an ale-house in Essex Street, Strand, where, for a +small fee, you might walk up and see the Doctor as large as life +and hear him talk. At a later day the bar-parlour, or +whatever it might be called, of the public-house, was the place +in which men gathered to talk politics, and to study how they +could better themselves. When Bamford, the Lancashire +Radical, came to town in 1817, the working men were principally +to be found discussing politics in all the London +public-houses. One such place he visited and describes: +“On first opening the door,” he writes, “the +place seemed dimmed by a suffocating vapour of <a +name="page42"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 42</span>tobacco +curling from the cups of long pipes, and issuing from the mouths +of the smokers in clouds of abominable odour, like nothing in the +world more than one of the unclean fogs of the streets, though +the latter were certainly less offensive and probably less +hurtful. Every man would have his half-pint of porter +before him; many would be speaking at once, and the hum and +confusion would be such as gave an idea of there being more +talkers than thinkers, more speakers than listeners. +Presently, ‘order’ would be called, and comparative +silence restored; a speaker, stranger, or citizen would be +announced with much courtesy or compliment. ‘Hear, +hear, hear,’ would follow, with clapping of hands and +knocking of knuckles on the tables till the half-pints danced; +then a speech with compliments to some brother orator or popular +statesman; next a resolution in favour of Parliamentary reform, +and a speech to <a name="page43"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +43</span>second it; an amendment on some minor point would +follow; a seconding of that; a breach of order by some individual +of warm temperament, half-a-dozen would rise to set him right, a +dozen to put them down; and the vociferation and gesticulation +would become loud and confounding.” Such things are +out of fashion nowadays. Political discussion requires a +certain amount of intellectual capacity. In London there +are but few discussion forums now, and the leading one is so +fearfully ventilated and so heavily charged with the fumes of +stale tobacco and beer, that it is only a few who care to +attend. I remember when there were three very close +together and well attended. I remember also when we had a +music-hall in the City. It was not a particularly lively +place of resort. We used to have “The Bay of +Biscay” and “The Last Rose of Summer,” and now +and then a comic song, while the visitor indulged in his chop <a +name="page44"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 44</span>or beef-steak +and the usual amount of alcoholic fluid considered necessary on +such occasions. But now we have changed all that, and the +simple-hearted frequenter of Dr. Johnson’s Tavern +half-a-century back would be not a little astonished with the +modern music-hall, which differs <i>in toto cælo</i> from +the public-house to which in old-fashioned days a plain +concert-room was attached.</p> +<p>A glance at the modern music-hall will show us whether we have +improved on our ancestors. In one respect you will observe +it is the same. Primarily it is a place in which men and +women are licensed to drink. The music is an after-thought, +and if given is done with the view to keep the people longer in +these places and to make them drink more. Externally the +music-hall is generally a public-house. It may have a +separate entrance, but it is a public-house all the same, and you +will find that you can <a name="page45"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 45</span>easily go from one to the +other. In the music-hall itself the facilities for drink +are on every side. There are generally two or three bars at +which young ladies are retained to dispense whatever beverages +may be required. In the stalls there are little tables on +which the patrons of the establishment place their glasses of +grog or beer. A boy comes round with cigars and programmes +for sale. All the evening waiters walk up and down +soliciting your orders. It is thus to the drink, and not to +the payment made for admission, that the proprietor looks to +recoup himself for his outlay—and that is +considerable. A popular music-hall singer makes his forty +pounds a week; not, however, by singing at one place all the +week, but by rushing from one to the other, and the staff kept at +any music-hall of any pretensions is considerable. +Internally, the music-hall is arranged as a theatre—with +its stage, orchestra, pit, galleries, and boxes.</p> +<p><a name="page46"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +46</span>“Don’t you think,” said the manager of +one of the theatres most warmly patronised by the working +classes, to a clerical friend of mine, “don’t you +think I am doing good in keeping these people out of the +public-houses all night?”</p> +<p>My clerical friend was compelled to yield a very reluctant +assent. In the case of the music-hall nothing of the kind +can be said in extenuation. It is only a larger and +handsomer and more attractive kind of drinking shop. In one +respect it may be said to have an advantage. Mostly of a +night, about the bars of common public-houses and gin-palaces, +there are many unfortunate women drinking either by themselves or +with one another, or with their male companions. In the +music-hall “the unfortunate female” +element—except in the more central ones, where they swarm +like wolves or eagles in search of their prey—is absent, +or, at any rate, not perceptible. <a +name="page47"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 47</span>The workman +takes there his wife and family, and the working man the young +woman with whom he keeps company. There can be no harm in +that? you say. I am not quite sure. Let me give one +case as an illustration of many similar which have come under my +own observation.</p> +<p>A girl one evening went with a friend, an omnibus conductor, +to a music-hall. She was well plied with drink, which +speedily took an effect on her brain, already affected by the gas +and glare, and life and bustle of the place. The girl was a +fine, giddy, thoughtless girl of the maid-of-all-work +order. In the morning when she awoke she found herself in a +strange room with her companion of the preceding night. +What was the result? She dared not go back to her +place. She was equally afraid to go home. I need not +ask the reader to say what became of her. Let him question +<a name="page48"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 48</span>the +unfortunate women who crowd the leading thoroughfares of a night +how they came to be what they are. It is a fact, I believe, +that no censorship is applied to music-hall performances, and +that the only censorship is that of the audience. The +audience, be it remembered, begins to drink directly the doors +are opened, and remains drinking all the time till they are +closed; and you may be sure that in a mob of two, or sometimes, +as is the case, three thousand people, that the higher is the +seasoning and the lower the wit, and the more abundant the +<i>double entendre</i>, the greater is the applause, and the +manager, who sits in an arm-chair at the back of the orchestra +and in front of the audience, takes note of that. In the +days of the Kembles, Mrs. Butler notes how the tendency of actors +was not so much to act well as to make points and bring down the +house. Especially does she deplore Braham’s singing +<a name="page49"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 49</span>as much to +be censured in this respect, and as unworthy of his high powers +and fame. In the music-hall this lower style of acting and +singing becomes a necessity. The people go to be amused, +and the actor must amuse them. If he can stand on his head +and sing, immense would be the applause. If he is unequal +to this, he must attempt something equally absurd, or he must +have dogs and monkeys come to his aid; and perhaps after all he +will find himself outrivalled by a Bounding Brother or a +wonderful trapeze performer. If the music-hall proprietor +in a northern city had prevailed on Peace’s mistress, Miss +Thompson, to have appeared on his stage, what a fortune he would +have made.</p> +<p>The other night I went into one of the largest of our +music-halls, not a hundred miles away from what was once Rowland +Hill’s Chapel. There must have been more than three +thousand people present. Not <a name="page50"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 50</span>a seat was to be had, and there was +very little standing room. I paid a shilling for admission, +and was quite surprised to see how entirely the shilling seats or +standing places were filled with working men, many of whom had +their wives and sweethearts with them. The majority, of +course, of the audience was made up of young men, who, in the +course of the evening spent at least another shilling in beer and +“baccy.” In these bad times, when people, in +the middle ranks of life are in despair at the hard prospect +before them, here were these working men spending their two +hundred pounds a night at the least at this music-hall.</p> +<p>When I managed to squeeze my way in it was about the hour of +ten, when men who have to get up early to work ought to be in +bed. The performances were in full swing, and the +enthusiasm of the audience, sustained and stimulated by +refreshment, <a name="page51"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +51</span>was immense. A female or two were the worse for +liquor, but otherwise by that time the intoxicating stage had not +been gained. After some very uninteresting bicycling by +riders in curious dress, a man disguised as a nigger sang a lot +of low doggerel about his “gal.” In the course +of his singing he stopped to tell us that his “gal” +had a pimple and that he liked pimples, as they were signs of a +healthy constitution. He then, amidst roars of laughter, +pretended to catch a flea. He liked fleas, he said; a flea +came in the daylight and looked you in the face like a man as it +bit you; but a bug he hated. It crawled over your body in +the dark and garroted you. Then he went on to speak in a +mock-heroic style of the rights of women. He +“spotted” some naughty ones present—an allusion +received with laughter. He loved them all, male or female, +married or single, and advised all <a name="page52"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 52</span>the young men present to get married +as soon as possible and then hang themselves. Ballet +dancing of the usual character followed, and I came away.</p> +<p>It is said a paper recently sent a special correspondent to +describe a London music-hall; the description was refused +admission into the paper on the ground of indecency, and I can +well believe it.</p> +<p>As to the profit made by the music-halls there can be no +doubt. Take for instance the London Pavilion. I find +the following newspaper paragraph: Sir Henry A. Hunt, C.B., the +arbitrator in the case of the London Pavilion Music Hall, has +sent in his award. M. Loibl claimed £147,000 for the +freehold and goodwill, the building being required for the new +street from Piccadilly to Oxford Street. The award is +£109,300. The freehold cost M. Loibl £8,000, +and his net profits in 1875 were £10,978; in 1876, +£12,083; and in 1877, <a name="page53"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 53</span>£14,189. Let me give +another illustration. When the proprietor of Evans’ +Supper Rooms was refused his license, his loss was estimated at +£10,000 per annum. It surely evidently is more ready +to pay liberally for the gratification of its senses, than for +the promotion of its virtues.</p> +<h2><a name="page54"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +54</span>IV.—MORE ABOUT MUSIC-HALLS.</h2> +<p>The journeyman engineer tells us one day as he was walking +along with a mate in the country, he spoke of the beauty of the +surrounding scenery and of the magnificent sight which met their +eyes. “Oh, blow the sights of the scenery,” +said his companion, “the sight for me is a +public-house.” It is the same everywhere. I was +once travelling in a third-class carriage from Newry to Belfast, +when I heard the most atrocious exclamations from a party of +young men seated at the other end, all offering to break each +other’s heads in the name of the Holy Father. On my +intimating that it was a <a name="page55"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 55</span>pity young men should thus get into +that state to a respectable farmer by my side, his only reply +was, “Sure, what’s the good of a drop of drink if it +don’t raise something?” Once upon a time I +spent a Sunday in a little village inn in North Wales. To +my disgust there stumbled into the little parlour a young man, +dressed respectably, who had evidently been heavily +drinking. As he lay there with his stertorous snore, all +unconscious of the wonder and the beauty of the opening day, it +seemed to me that it was a sad misuse of the term to say, as his +friends would, that he had been in search of amusement. As +a reverend divine took his seat in a train the other day there +stumbled into it a couple of young fellows, one with his face +very much bruised and cut about—who soon went off to +sleep—while his companion explained to the minister that +they had both of them been enjoying themselves. In the more +densely populated and poorer districts <a name="page56"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 56</span>of the metropolis there is an immense +deal of this kind of enjoyment.</p> +<p>To see the people enjoying themselves, I went the other night +down the Whitechapel and Commercial Road district. As I +turned the corner of Brick Lane I asked a tradesman of the better +class if he could direct me to a very celebrated music-hall in +that neighbourhood. “It is over that way,” said +he with a strong expression of disgust. “It’s a +regular sink of iniquity,” he added. As I was not +aware of that, I merely intimated my regret that it was so +largely patronised by working men, and that so much money was +thus wasted, which might be applied to a better purpose. +“Well, you see,” said my informant, “they +don’t think of that—they know there is the hospital +for them when they are ill.” On my remarking that I +was going to Brick Lane prior to visiting the music-hall, he +intimated that I had better button up my coat, and when <a +name="page57"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 57</span>I said that +when out on such expeditions as I was then engaged in, I never +carried a watch and chain worth stealing, he remarked that if the +people did not rob me, at any rate they might knock me +down. However, encouraged by his remarks that the people +were not so bad as they were, I went on my way.</p> +<p>Apparently the improvement of which my informant spoke was of +a very superficial character. Coming from the Aldgate +Station at the early hour of six, I found every drinking shop +crammed, including the gaudy restaurant at the station, and +descending to the filthiest gin-palace, there were the men +drinking, and if they were not drinking they were loafing about +in groups of by no means pleasant aspect. When at a later +hour I returned, the sight was still sadder, as hordes of wild +young girls, just emancipated from the workshop, were running up +and down the streets, <a name="page58"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 58</span>shrieking and howling as if +mad. As most of the shops were then closed, the streets +seemed almost entirely given over to these girls and their male +friends. In the quarter to which I bent my steps the naval +element was predominating, and there were hundreds of sailors +cruising, as it were, up and down, apparently utterly unconscious +that their dangers at sea were nothing to those on land. +Men of all creeds and of all nations were to be encountered in +search of amusement, while hovered around some of the most +degraded women it is possible to imagine—women whose +bloated faces and forms were enough to frighten anyone, and to +whom poor Jack, in a state of liquor, is sure to become a +prey. To the low public-houses of this district +dancing-rooms are attached, and in them, as we may well suppose, +vice flourishes and shows an unabashed front. I must say it +was with a feeling of relief that I found a harbour <a +name="page59"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 59</span>of refuge in +the music-hall. Compared with the streets, I must frankly +confess it was an exchange for the better. On the payment +of a shilling I was ushered by a most polite attendant into a +very handsome hall, where I had quite a nice little leather +arm-chair to sit in, and where at my ease I could listen to the +actors and survey the house. The place was by no means +crowded, but there was a good deal of the rough element at the +back, to which, in the course of the evening’s amusement, +the chairman had more than once to appeal. From the +arrangements made around me, it was evident that there was the +same provision which I have remarked elsewhere for the drinking +habits of the people. There was a side bar at which the +actors and actresses occasionally appeared on their way to or +from the stage, and affably drank with their friends and +admirers. The other day I happened to hear a thief’s +confession, and <a name="page60"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +60</span>what do you think it was? That it was his mingling +with the singers off the stage that had led to his fall. He +was evidently a smart, clever, young fellow, and had thought it a +sign of his being a lad of spirit to stand treat to such +people. Of course he could not afford it, and, of course, +he had a fond and foolish mother, who tried to screen him in his +downward career. The result was he embezzled his +employer’s money, and, when that was discovered, +imprisonment and unavailing remorse were the result. To the +imagination of raw lads there is something wonderfully attractive +in the music-hall singer, as, with hat on one side and in costume +of the loudest character, and with face as bold as brass, he +sings, “Slap, bang! here we are again!” or takes off +some popular theatrical performer or some leading actor on a +grander stage. On the night in question one singer had the +audacity to assume as much as <a name="page61"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 61</span>possible the character of the Premier +of our day, not forgetting the long gray coat by which the Earl +of Beaconsfield is known in many quarters. Comic singing, +relieved by dancing, seemed to be the staple amusement of the +place, and when one of the female performers indecently elevated +a leg, immense was the applause. All the while the +performances were going on, the waiters were supplying their +customers with drink, and one well-dressed woman—evidently +very respectable—managed a couple of glasses of grog in a +very short while. But mostly the people round me were quiet +topers, who smoked and drank with due decorum, and who seemed to +use the place as a kind of club, where they could sit comfortably +for the night, and talk and listen, and smoke or drink, at their +pleasure. It is hardly necessary to say that the majority +of the audience were young men. The attendance was not <a +name="page62"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +62</span>crowded. Perhaps in the east of London the +pressure of bad times is being felt. The mock Ethiopian +element, next to the dancing, was the feature of the +evening’s amusements which elicited the most +applause. It is a curious thing that directly a man +lampblacks his face and wears a woollen wig, and talks broken +English, he at once becomes a popular favourite.</p> +<p>A few nights after I found myself in quite another part of +London—in a music-hall that now calls itself a theatre of +varieties. It was a very expensive place, and fitted up in +a very costly manner. You enter through an avenue which is +made to look almost Arcadian. Here and there were little +rustic nooks in which Romeo and Juliet would make love over a +cheerful glass. Flunkeys as smart almost as Lord +Mayors’ footmen took your orders. It was late when I +put in an appearance, <a name="page63"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 63</span>and it was useless to try and get a +seat. It was only in the neighbourhood of the refreshment +bar that I could get even standing room, and being a little +taller than some of the stunted half-grown lads around me, could +look over their heads to the gaudy and distant stage. I did +not hear much of the dialogue. Old Astley, who years before +had lived in that neighbourhood, and knew the art of catering for +the people, used to remark when the interest of the piece seemed +to flag, “Cut the dialogue and come to the +’osses,” and here the stage direction evidently was +to set the ballet-girls at work, and it seemed to me that the +principal aim of the piece was to show as many female arms and +legs as was possible. I am not of Dr. Johnson’s +opinion that it is indecent for a woman to expose herself on the +stage, but I was, I own, shocked with the heroine of the evening, +whose too solid form in the lime-light—<a +name="page64"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 64</span>which was +used, apparently, to display all her beauties—was arrayed +in a costume, which, at a distance, appeared to be of +Paradisaical simplicity, more fitted for the dressing-room of the +private mansion than for the public arena of the stage. +There was, I doubt not, animated dialogue, and the swells in the +stalls, I daresay, enjoyed it; but for my shilling I could see +little, and hear less; and weary of the perpetual flourish of +female arms and legs, I came away. What I did most +distinctly hear were the orders at the bar for pale ale and grog, +and the cry of the waiter, as he pushed on with his tray well +filled, of “By your leave,” to the crowd on each +side—all of whom had, of course, a cigar or short pipe in +their mouths, and were evidently young men of the working +class. That evening’s amusement, I am sure, must have +taken some two or three hundred pounds out of their +pockets. But I saw <a name="page65"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 65</span>no one the worse for liquor, though +the public-houses all round were crowded with drunken men and +women; for the morrow was Sunday, and who can refuse the +oppressed and over-taxed working man his right to spend all his +week’s wages on a Saturday night?</p> +<p>One night last winter I was at a meeting held in the Mission +Hall, Little Wild Street, at which some three hundred thieves had +been collected together to supper. One of them, who had +seen the evil of his ways, said: “The greatest curse of my +life was the music-halls. They have been the means of my +ruin;” and the way in which that speech was received by his +mates evidently testified to the fact that the experience of many +was of a similar character. I said to him afterwards that I +knew the music-hall to which he referred, and that I had +calculated that on an average each man spent there two shillings +a night. “Oh <a name="page66"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 66</span>sir,” was the reply, “I +spent a great deal more than that of a night.” If so, +I may assume that he spent as much as four shillings a +night—and that, as the place was his favourite haunt after +office-hours, he was there every night in the week, this would +make an expenditure of one pound four shillings—a sum, I +imagine, quite as much as his wages as a poor clerk. What +wonder is it that the silly youth became a thief, especially when +the devil whispers in his ear that theft is easy and the chance +of detection small? The one damning fact which may be +charged against all music-halls is that their amusements are too +high in price, and that every device is set to work to make +people spend more money than the cost of the original +admission. In the theatre you may sit—and most people +do sit all the evening—without spending a penny. In +the music-hall a man does not <a name="page67"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 67</span>like to do that. He drinks for +the sake of being sociable, or because the waiter solicits him, +or because he has drunk already and does not like to leave off, +or because he meets doubtful company at the bar, or because the +burden of every song is that he must be a “jolly pal” +and that he must enjoy a cheerful glass. I can remember +when at one time the admission fee included the cost of a pint of +beer or some other fluid. Now drink is an extra, and as the +proprietor of the music-hall, to meet the competition all round +him, has to beautify his hall as much as possible, and to get +what he calls the best available talent, male or +female—whether in the shape of man or ass, or dog or +elephant, or monkey—he is of course put to a considerable +extra expense; and that of course he has to get out of the public +the best way he can. No one loves to work for nothing, and +least of all the proprietor of a music-hall.</p> +<p><a name="page68"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 68</span>Talking +of “pals” and “a cheerful glass” reminds +me of a scene which made me sick at the time, and which I shall +not speedily forget. On the night of the Lord Mayor’s +Show, I entered a music-hall in the north of London—in a +region supposed to be eminently pious and respectable, and not +far from where Hick’s Hall formerly stood. As I saw +the thousands of people pushing into the Agricultural Hall, to +see the dreary spectacle of an insane walking match, and saw +another place of amusement being rapidly filled up, I said to +myself: “Well, there will be plenty of room for me in the +place to which I am bound;” and it was with misgiving that +I paid the highest price for admission—one +shilling—to secure what I felt, under the circumstances, I +might have had at a cheaper rate. Alas! I had reckoned +without my host. The hour for commencing had not arrived, +and yet the place was full to overflowing. <a +name="page69"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 69</span>Mostly the +audience consisted of young men. As usual, there were a +great many soldiers. It is wonderful the number of soldiers +at such places; and the spectator would be puzzled to account for +the ability of the private soldier thus to sport his lovely +person did not one remember that he is usually accompanied by a +female companion, generally a maid-of-all-work of the better +class, who is too happy to pay for his aristocratic amusements, +as she deems them, on condition that she accompanies him in the +humble capacity of a friend. Soldiers, I must do them +justice to say, are not selfish, and scorn to keep all the good +things to themselves. As soon as they find a neighbourhood +where the servant “gal” is free with her wages, they +generally tell each other of the welcome fact, and then the +Assyrian comes down like the wolf on the fold.</p> +<p>Well, to continue my story. On the <a +name="page70"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 70</span>night, and at +the place already referred to, they were a very jolly +party—so far as beer and “baccy” and crowded +company and comic singing were concerned. They had a couple +of Brothers, who were supposed to be strong in the delineation of +Irish and German character, but as their knowledge of the +language of the latter seemed simply to be confined to the +perpetually exclaiming “Yah, yah!” I had misgivings +as to their talents in that respect, which were justified +abundantly in the course of the evening. Dressed something +in the style of shoeblacks, and wearing wooden shoes, which made +an awful noise when they danced, the little one descries his +long-lost elder brother, to whom his replies are so smart and +witty that the house was in a roar of laughter, in which I did +not join, as I had heard them twice already.</p> +<p>After they had finished we had a disgustingly stout party, who +was full of praise <a name="page71"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +71</span>of all conviviality, and who, while he sang, frisked +about the stage with wonderful vivacity and with as much grace as +a bull in a china-shop, or a bear dancing a hornpipe. As he +sang, just behind me there was all at once a terrible noise; the +chairman had to call out “Order,” the spectators +began howling, “Turn him out;” the singer had to +stop, the roughs in the gallery began to scream and cheer, and +the bars were for a wonder deserted. In so dense a crowd it +was so difficult to see anything, that it was not at once that I +discovered the cause of the disorder; but presently I saw in one +of the little pews, into which this part of the house was divided +(each pew having a small table in the middle for the liquor) a +couple of men quarrelling. All at once the biggest of +them—a very powerful fellow of the costermonger +type—dealt his opponent—a poor slim, weedy lad of the +common shop-boy <a name="page72"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +72</span>species—a tremendous blow. The latter tried +to retaliate, and struggled across the table to hit his man, but +he merely seemed to me to touch his whiskers, while the other +repeated his blow with tremendous effect. In vain the +sufferer tried to get out of the way; the place was too crowded, +and with a stream of blood flowing from his nose he fell, or +would have fallen, to the earth had not some of the bystanders +dragged him a few yards from his seat. Then as he lay by me +drunk, or faint, or both, unable to sit up or to move, with the +blood pouring down his clothes and staining the carpet all round, +I saw, as the reader can well believe, a commentary on the +singer’s Bacchanalian song of a somewhat ironical +character; but business is business, and at the music-hall it +will not do to harrow up the feelings of the audience with such +sad spectacles. Perfectly insensible, the poor lad was +carried out, <a name="page73"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +73</span>while a constable was the means of inducing his muscular +and brutal-looking opponent to leave the hall. Order +restored, the stout party bounded on to the stage, and the +hilarity of the evening—with the exception of here and +there a girl who, evidently not being used to such places, was +consequently frightened and pale and faint for awhile—was +as great as ever. The comic singer made no reference to the +unfortunate incident; all he could do was to say what he had got +by heart, and so he went on about the cheerful glass and the fun +of going home powerfully refreshed at an early hour in the +morning, and much did the audience enjoy his picture of the poor +wife waiting for her husband behind the door with a poker, +assisting him upstairs with a pair of tongs, and after she had +got him sound asleep meanly helping herself to what cash remained +in his pocket.</p> +<p><a name="page74"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 74</span>For my +part, I candidly own I felt more inclined to sympathise with the +wife than with her husband; but the music-hall is bound to stand +up for drinking, for it is by drinking that it lives. If +people cared for music and the drama, they would go to the +theatre; but that declines, and the music-hall flourishes. +Astley’s Theatre is a case in point. That has been an +old favourite with the public. At one time, I should +imagine, few places paid better—does not Ducrow sleep in +one of the most magnificent monuments in Kensal Green, and did he +not make his money at Astley’s?—but now there are two +flourishing music-halls one on each side of Astley’s, and +as I write I see one of the proprietors, as a plea why he should +be given more time for the payment of a debt, admits that +sometimes they lose at Astley’s as much as forty pounds a +week. If Astley’s is to <a name="page75"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 75</span>be made to pay, evidently the sooner +it is turned into a music-hall the better.</p> +<p>Will the London School Boards raise the character of the +future public? is a question to be asked but not to be answered +in our time. The real fact is that amusements have a +deteriorating effect on the character of those who devote +themselves to them, and become more frivolous as they become more +popular. This is the case, at any rate, as regards +music-halls. A gentleman the other day, as we were speaking +of one of the most successful of them, said how grieved he was on +a visit to it lately to see the generally lowered tone of +entertainment. At one time the attempt was made to give the +people really good music, and there were selections of operas of +first-rate character. Now all that is done away with, and +there is nothing but silly comic singing of the poorest kind.</p> +<p><a name="page76"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 76</span>In +another respect also there has been a deterioration—that +is, in the increased sensationalism of the performance. A +music-hall audience requires extra stimulus—the appetite +becomes palled, and if a leap of fifty feet does not “fetch +the public,” as Artemus Ward would say, why then, the leap +must be made a hundred; and really sometimes the spectacles held +up for the beery audience to admire are of the most painful +character. I have said that the doubtful female element is +not conspicuous in the music-hall—that is the case as +regards those on the outskirts of London, but the nearer you +approach the West-End the less is that the case; and there is +more than one music-hall I could name which is little better than +a place of assignation and rendezvous for immoral women, and +where you may see them standing at the refreshment bars +soliciting a drink from all who pass. Such music-halls <a +name="page77"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 77</span>are amongst +the most successful of them all, and the proprietor reaps a +golden harvest.</p> +<p>I presume it is impossible to tell the number of our +metropolitan music-halls, or to give an idea of the numbers who +frequent them, and of the amount of money spent in them during +the course of a single night. Apparently they are all well +supported, and are all doing well. If you see a theatre +well filled, that is no criterion of success. It may be, +for aught you know, well filled with paper, but the music-hall is +a paying audience, and it is cash, not paper, that is placed in +the proprietor’s hands. In the east of London I find +that both as regards the theatres and music-halls the proprietors +have a dodge by means of which they considerably increase their +profits, and that is to open a particular entrance a little +before the time for admission, and to allow people to <a +name="page78"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 78</span>enter on +payment of a small extra fee. It was thus the other night I +made my way into a music-hall. I paid an extra twopence +rather than stand waiting half an hour outside in the +crowd. Another thing I also learned the other night that +must somewhat detract from the reputation of the theatre, +considered in a temperance point of view, and that is the +drinking customs are not so entirely banished as at first sight +we may suppose. The thousands who fill up the Vic., and the +Pavilion in Whitechapel, perhaps do not drink quite as much as +they would had they spent the evening at a music-hall, but they +do drink, nevertheless, and generally are provided with a bottle +of liquor which they carry with them, with other refreshment, +down into the pit, or up where the gods live and lie +reclined.</p> +<p>If it is impossible to reckon the number of music-halls in +London, it is equally impossible <a name="page79"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 79</span>to denote the public-houses with +musical performances. In Whitechapel the other night I +discovered two free-and-easies on my way to one of the +music-halls of that district. They were, in reality, +music-halls of a less pretentious character, and yet they +advertised outside the grand attractions of a star company +within. Prospects may be cloudy, trade may be bad, and, as +a slang writer remarks, things all round may be unpromising, but +the business of the music-hall fluctuates very little. +Enter at any time between nine and ten and you have little chance +of a seat, and none whatever of a good place. As to numbers +it is difficult to give an idea. Some of the officials are +wisely chary in this matter, and equally so on the subject of +profits. The Foresters’ Hall in Cambridge Heath Road +advertises itself to hold four thousand people, and that does not +by any means strike me as one of the largest of the <a +name="page80"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +80</span>music-halls. Last year the entire British public +spent £140,000,000, or eight shillings a week for each +family, in drink, and the music-halls help off the drink in an +astonishing way. As I went into a music-hall last autumn I +saw a receipt for £51 as the profit for an entertainment +given there on behalf of the Princess Alice Fund, and if the +attendance was a little greater, and the profit a little larger +than usual, still a fair deduction from £51 for bad nights +and slack times will make a pretty handsome total at the end of +the year after all. Now and then the music-hall does a +little bit of philanthropy in another way, which is sure to be +made the most of in the papers. For instance, last year Mr. +Fort, of the Foresters’ Music Hall, invited some of the +paupers from a neighbouring workhouse to spend the evening with +him. I daresay he had a good many old customers <a +name="page81"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 81</span>among the +lot, whereupon someone writes in <i>Fun</i> as follows: +“The Bethnal Green Guardians showed themselves superior to +the Bath Guardians the other day, and in response to the offer of +Mr. Fort, proprietor of the Foresters’ Music-hall, +rescinded the resolution prohibiting the paupers from partaking +of any amusement other than that afforded within the workhouse +walls. So the inmates of the union had a day out, and, we +trust, forgot for awhile their sorrows and troubles. It is +whispered that, in addition to pleasing the eye and the ear, the +promoter of the entertainment presented each of his visitors with +a little drop of something of an equally Fort-ified +character.” I may add that the Foresters’ +Music-hall claims to be a celebrated popular family resort, and +that evening I was there the performance was one to which a +family might be invited. Of course the family must have a +turn for drink. They cannot <a name="page82"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 82</span>go there without drinking. +There is the public-house entrance to suggest drink, the bar at +the end of the saloon to encourage it, and the waiters are there +expressly to hand it round, and a good-natured man of course does +not like to see waiters standing idle, and accordingly gives his +orders; and besides, it is an axiom in political economy that the +supply creates the demand.</p> +<p>Here are some of the verses I have heard sung with immense +applause:</p> +<blockquote><p>The spiritualists only can work by night,<br /> + They keep it +dark;<br /> +For their full-bodied spirits cannot stand the light,<br /> + So they keep it +dark;<br /> +They profess to call <i>spirits</i>, but I call for <i>rum</i><br +/> +And <i>brandy</i> or <i>gin</i> as the best medi<i>um</i><br /> +For raising the spirits whenever I’m glum;<br /> + But keep it +dark.</p> +</blockquote> +<p>The utter silliness of many of the songs is shown by the +following, “sung with <a name="page83"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 83</span>immense success,” as I read in +the programme, by Herbert Campbell:</p> +<blockquote><p>I’ve read of little Jack Horner,<br /> + I’ve read of Jack and Jill,<br /> +And old Mother Hubbard,<br /> +Who went to the cupboard<br /> + To give her poor dog a pill;<br /> +But the best is Cowardy Custard,<br /> + Who came to awful grief<br /> +Through eating a plate of mustard<br /> + Without any plate of beef.</p> +<p style="text-align: center"><i>Chorus</i>.</p> +<p>Cowardy Cowardy Custard, oh dear me,<br /> + Swallowed his father’s mustard, oh dear +me—<br /> +He swallowed the pot, and he collared it hot;<br /> + For, much to his disgust,<br /> +The mustard swelled, Cowardy yelled,<br /> + Then Cowardy Cowardy bust.</p> +</blockquote> +<p>This is supposed, I presume, to be a good song. What are +we to think of the people who call it so? It is difficult +to imagine the depth of imbecility thus reached on the part of +singer and hearers, and is a fine illustration of the influence +of beer and “baccy” as regards softening the +brain. <a name="page84"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +84</span>The music-hall singer degrades his audience. Even +when he sings of passing events he panders as much as possible to +the passions and prejudices of the mob. His words are +redolent of claptrap and fury, and are a mischievous element in +the formation of public opinion. Heroes and patriots are +not made in music-halls. But rogues and drunkards and +vagabonds—and lazy, listless lives, destitute of all moral +aim. There are respectable people who go to +music-halls—women as well as men—but they get little +good there. Indeed, it would be a miracle if they did.</p> +<p>But the great fact is that the music-hall makes young men +indulge in expensive habits—get into bad company, and +commence a career which ends in the jail. Amusement has not +necessarily a bad effect, or else it would be a poor look-out for +all. It is as much our duty to be merry as it is to be +wise. It is the drinking at these <a +name="page85"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 85</span>places that +does the mischief. It is that that leads to a low tone of +entertainment, and deadens the conscience of the young man who +thinks he is enjoying life, and makes the working man forget how +the money he squanders away would make his home brighter, and his +wife and children happier, and would form a nice fund to be drawn +on when necessary on a rainy day. The great curse of the +age is extravagant and luxurious living, always accompanied with +a low tone of public intelligence and morality and thought. +In the present state of society we see that realised in the men +and women who crowd our music-halls, and revel in the songs the +most improper, and in the dances the most indelicate.</p> +<p>As I write, another illustration of the pernicious influence +of music-halls appears in the newspapers. At the Middlesex +Sessions, John B. Clarke surrendered to <a +name="page86"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 86</span>his bail on +an indictment charging him with attempting to wound his wife, and +with having wounded George Marshall, police constable, in the +execution of his duty. When Marshall was on duty in Jubilee +Street on the night of November 28th, he heard loud cries of +“Murder” and ‘“Police,” and went to +the prisoner’s house. He found the prisoner and his +wife struggling in the passage, and the wife, seeing him, cried +out, “Policeman, he has a knife and has threatened to cut +my throat.” The police-constable closed with the +prisoner and endeavoured to wrest the knife from him, when the +prisoner made two stabs at his wife which fortunately missed her, +and another stab which cut the hand of Marshall, who succeeded in +wresting the knife from the prisoner, and took him to the +station. In cross-examination it was elicited that +prisoner’s wife had gone to a music-hall; that her <a +name="page87"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 87</span>husband, +returning home, found her with two or three young men and women +sitting together in his parlour; that one of the young men kissed +her, and that the prisoner, seeing this, became mad with +jealousy, and seized the first thing that came to his hand. +A gentleman, in whose employment the prisoner was, gave him an +exceptionally high character for more than eighteen years, and +expressed his perfect willingness to have him back into his +service and to become security for his good behaviour. The +jury convicted the prisoner of causing actual bodily harm, +strongly recommending him to mercy, and expressing their belief +that he had no intention to wound the policeman. Mr. +Prentice said this was a peculiarly sad and painful case. +To wound or even obstruct a policeman in the execution of his +duty was a serious offence; but looking at all the circumstances +of the case, the finding of the <a name="page88"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 88</span>jury, and their recommendation to +mercy, he sentenced him to one month’s hard labour, and +accepted his employer’s surety that he would keep the peace +for the next three months. The grand jury commended +Marshall for his conduct in the case.</p> +<p>Another thing also may be said. The other evening I was +dining with a lawyer with a large police practice, in what may be +called, and what really is, a suburb of London. My friend +is what may be described as a man of the world, and of course is +anything but a fanatic in the cause of temperance. I spoke +of a music-hall in his immediate neighbourhood, and said I +intended dropping in after dinner. “Well,” he +said, “the worst of the place is that if we ever have a +case of embezzlement on the part of some shop-boy or porter, it +is always to be traced to that music-hall. A lad goes +there, is led into expenses <a name="page89"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 89</span>beyond his means, thinks it manly to +drink and to treat flash women, and one fine morning it is +discovered that he has been robbing the till, and is ruined for +life.”</p> +<p>With these words of an experienced observer, I conclude.</p> +<h2><a name="page90"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +90</span>V.—SUNDAYS WITH THE PEOPLE.</h2> +<p>It is said—and indeed it has been said so often that I +feel ashamed of saying it—that one half the world does not +know how the other half lives. I am sure that whether that +is true or not, few of my City readers have any idea of what goes +on in the City while they are sitting comfortably at home, or are +sitting equally comfortably at church or chapel (for of course +the denunciations of the preacher when he speaks of the depravity +of the age do not refer to them). Suppose we take a stroll +in the eastern part of the City, where the dirt is greatest, the +population <a name="page91"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +91</span>most intense, and the poverty most dire. We need +not rise very early. On a Sunday morning we are all of us a +little later at breakfast than on ordinary occasions. We +sit longer over our welcome meal—our toilette is a little +more elaborate—so that we are in the City this particular +Sunday about half-past nine—a later hour than most of the +City-men patronise on the week-day. In the leading +thoroughfares shops are shut and there are few people about, and +in the City, especially these dark winter mornings, when the +golden gleam of sunshine gilds the raw and heavy fog which in the +City heralds the approach of day, very few signs of life are +visible, very few omnibuses are to be seen, and even the cabs +don’t seem to care whether you require their services or +whether you let them alone. Here and there a brisk young +man or a spruce maiden may be seen hastening to teach at some +Sunday school; <a name="page92"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +92</span>otherwise respectability is either asleep or away.</p> +<p>As we pass along, the first thing that strikes the stranger is +a dense unsavoury mob to be met outside certain buildings. +We shall see one such assemblage in Bell Alley, Goswell Street; +we shall see another in Artillery Street; there will be another +at the Cow Cross Mission Hall, and another in Whitecross Street, +and another in a wretched little hovel, you can scarcely call it +a building, in Thaull Street. Just outside the City, at the +Memorial Hall, Bethnal Green, and at the Rev. W. Tyler’s +Ragged Church in King Edward Street, there will be similar +crowds. Let us look at them. It is not well to go too +near, for they are unsavoury even on these cold frosty +mornings. Did you ever see such wretched, helpless, dirty, +ragged, seedy, forlorn men and women in all your life? I +think not. Occasionally on a week-day we see a <a +name="page93"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 93</span>beggar, +shirtless and unwashed and unkempt, shivering in the street, but +here in these mobs we see nothing else. They have tickets +for free breakfasts provided for them under the care of Mr. J. J. +Jones and the Homerton Mission. How they crowd around the +doors, waiting for admission; how sad and disconsolate those who +have not tickets look as they turn away! What a feast of +fat things, you say, there must be inside. My dear sir, it +is nothing of the kind. All that is provided for them is a +small loaf of bread, with the smallest modicum of butter, and a +pint of cocoa. Not much of a breakfast that to you or me, +who have two or three good meals a day, but a veritable godsend +to the half-starved and wretched souls we see outside. Let +us follow them inside. The tables and the long forms on +which they are seated are of the rudest kind. The room, as +a rule, is anything but attractive, nor is the atmosphere <a +name="page94"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 94</span>very +refreshing. A City missionary or an agent of the Christian +community, or a devoted Christian woman or a young man, whose +heart is in the work—is distributing the materials of the +feast, which are greedily seized and ravenously devoured. +Let us look at them now they have taken their hats off. +What uncombed heads; what dirty faces; what scant and threadbare +garments! There are women too, and they seem to have fallen +lower than the men. They look as if they had not been to +bed for months; as if all pride of personal appearance had long +since vanished; as if they had come out of a pigstye.</p> +<p>Well, the world is a hard one for such as they, and no one can +grudge them the cheap meal which Christian charity +provides. It seems a mockery to offer these waifs and +strays of the streets and alleys and disreputable slums of the +City a Gospel address till something has been done to <a +name="page95"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 95</span>assuage the +pangs of hunger, and to arouse in them the dormant and better +feelings of their nature. It is thus these mission-halls +are enabled to do a little good, to go down to the very depths, +as it were, in the endeavour to reform a wasted life, and to save +a human soul. As you look at these men and women you +shudder. Most of them are in what may be called the prime +of life; able-bodied, ripe for mischief, fearing not God, +regarding not man. It must do them good to get them +together at these Sunday morning breakfasts, where they may +realise that Christian love which makes men and women in the +middle and upper classes of society have compassion on such as +they.</p> +<p>Getting out into the open air, or rather into the open street, +I heard a band of singers advance. It is a procession, but +not a very dangerous one. The leader walks with his back to +us, an act rarely exercised out of royal circles. It is +thus <a name="page96"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 96</span>he +guides the vocalists before him, who go walking arm-in-arm +singing with all their might; while at the rear a +pleasant-looking man follows, giving papers to the people. +I take one, and learn that this is Mr. Booth’s Allelujah +Band, and that a seat is kindly offered me in his tabernacle, +where I can hear the Gospel. I don’t accept the +invitation; I can hear the Gospel without going to Whitechapel, +and Mr. Booth’s extravagances are not to my taste. +Apparently this Sunday morning the people do not respond to the +invitation. It is evident that in this part of the City the +novelty of the thing has worn off.</p> +<p>I scarce know whether I am in the City or not. I plunge +into a mass of streets and courts leading from Artillery Street +to King Edward Street at one end, and Bethnal Green at the +other. Here is a market in which a brisk provision trade is +carried on, and men and women are purchasing <a +name="page97"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 97</span>all the +materials of a Sunday dinner. Outside Rag-fair a trade +similar to that which prevails there seems also to be carried +on. I see no policemen about, and the people apparently do +just as they like; and the filth and garbage left lingering in +some of the narrow streets are anything but pleasant. As a +I rule, I observe the policemen only patronise the leading +thoroughfares, and then it seems to me they act in a somewhat +arbitrary manner. For instance, opposite the Broad Street +Terminus a lad is cleaning a working man’s boots. +While he is in the middle of the operation the policeman comes +and compels him to march off. I move on a dozen steps, and +there, up Broad Street—just as you enter the Bishopsgate +Station of the Metropolitan Railway—is another lad engaged +in the same work of shoe or boot cleaning. Him the +policeman leaves alone. I wonder why. Justice is +painted <a name="page98"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +98</span>blind, and perhaps the policeman is occasionally +ditto. In Bishopsgate Street itself the crowd was large of +idle boys and men, who seemed to have nothing particular to do, +and did not appear to care much about doing that. They took +no note of the Sabbath bells which called them to worship. +To them the Sunday morning was simply a waste of time. They +had turned out of their homes and lodgings, and were simply +walking up and down the street till it was time to open the +public-house. In that street, as the reader may be aware, +there is the Great Central Hall, and as its doors were open, I +went in. The audience was very scanty, and apparently +temperance does not find more favour with the British working man +than the Gospel. Mr. Ling was in the chair. There was +now and then a hymn sung or a temperance melody, and now and then +a speech. Indeed, the speeches <a name="page99"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 99</span>were almost as numerous as the +hearers. It seems the society keeps a missionary at work in +that part of the City, and he had much to say of the cases of +reformation going on under his care. The best speech I +heard was that of a working builder, who said for years he had +been in the habit of spending eight shillings a week in the +drink, and how much better off he was now that he kept the money +in his pocket. I wished the man had more of his class to +hear him. Of course he rambled a little and finished off +with an attack on the bishops, which the chairman (Mr. Ling) very +properly did not allow to pass unchallenged, as he quoted Bishop +Temple as a teetotaler, and referred to the hearty way in which +many of the clergy of the Church of England supported the +temperance cause.</p> +<p>I hasten to other scenes. I next find myself in Sclater +Street, and here up and down surges a black mob, sufficient at +any <a name="page100"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +100</span>rate, were it so disposed, to fill St. Paul’s +Cathedral. This mob is composed entirely of working +men—men who are amused with anything, and hurry in swarms +to a hatter’s shop, who simply throws out among them pink +and yellow cards, indicating the extraordinary excellence and +unparalleled cheapness of the wares to be sold within.</p> +<p>Foreigners say Sunday is a dull day; that then there is no +business doing in London; and that everyone is very sad on that +day. In Sclater Street they would soon find out their +mistake. There, it is evident, little of Sunday quiet and +Sunday dulness exists. On each side of me are shops with +birds; and if there is not a brisk trade going on, it is +certainly not the fault of the tradesmen. We have just had +what the bird-catchers call the November flight of linnets, and +in Sclater Street the market overflows with them. The +London <a name="page101"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +101</span>and suburban bird-catchers, who are not to be put down +by Act of Parliament, have had a fine time of it this year. +The principal part of the linnets are bred on the wild gorse +lands, and it is the wild weather such as we have had of late +that drives them into the nets of the suburban fowler, who this +year has been so lucky as to take five dozen of them at one pull +of the clap-net. Goldfinches also are abundant, in +consequence of the provision of the Wild Birds Preservation +Act. On Sunday a bird-dealer offers me them at threepence +each, or four for a shilling. It is sad to see the poor +little things shut up in their bits of cages in the dirty shops +of Sclater Street. The proprietor with his unwashed hands +takes them out one by one and holds them out in vain. The +British workman crowds round and admires, but he does not buy, as +he is keeping his money in his pocket till 1 <span +class="smcap">p.m.</span>, when <a name="page102"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 102</span>the “public” opens its +congenial doors, and his unnatural thirst is slaked. It is +really shocking, this display of these beautiful little +songsters. What crime have they committed that they should +be imprisoned in the dirt and bad air and uncongenial fog of +Sclater Street? What are the uses of the Wild Birds +Preservation Act if the only result is the crowding the shops of +the bird-dealers in Sclater Street? I felt indeed indignant +at the sight thus permitted, and at the trade thus carried +on. Cocks and hens, ducks and rabbits, are proper subjects +of sale, I admit, though I see no particular reason why, when +other shops are closed, shops for the sale of them are permitted +to remain open; but blackbirds, linnets, thrushes, goldfinches, +bullfinches—the ornaments of the country, the cheerful +choristers of the garden and the grove—deserve kinder +treatment at our hands, even if the result be that Sclater <a +name="page103"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 103</span>Street does +less business and is less of an attractive lounge to the British +operative on a Sabbath morn. Away from Sclater Street and +Bishopsgate Street the crowd thins, and the ordinary lifeless +appearance of the Sunday in London is visible everywhere. +Here and there a gray-headed old gentleman or an elderly female +may be seen peeping out of a first-floor window into the sad and +solitary street, but the younger branches of the family are +away. Now and then you catch a crowd of workmen who are +much given to patronise the showy van which the proprietor of +some invaluable preparation of sarsaparilla utilises for the sale +of his specific for purifying the blood and keeping off all the +ills to which flesh is heir. Such shops as are open for the +sale of cheap confectionery I see also are well patronised, and +in some quarters evidently an attempt made to dispose of +ginger-beer. On the cold frosty <a name="page104"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 104</span>morning the hot-chestnut trade +appears also to be in demand, though I question whether all who +crowd round the vendors of such articles are +<i>bonâ-fide</i> buyers; rather, it seems to me, that under +the pretence of being such they are taking a mean advantage of +the little particle of warmth thrown out by the charcoal fire +used for the purpose of roasting chestnuts. Well, I +can’t blame them; it is cold work dawdling in the streets, +and if I were a British workman I fancy I should find a little +more interest in church than in the idle walk and talk of some, +or in the habit others have of standing stock still till The Pig +and Whistle or the Blue Lion open their doors. It is well +to be free and independent and your own master, but that is no +reason why all the Sunday morning should be spent in loafing +about the streets.</p> +<p>But what about the many? Well, the <a +name="page105"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +105</span>public-houses are open, and it is there the British +workman feels himself but too much at home. And then there +is the Hall of Science, in Old Street, which is generally crowded +by an audience who pay gladly for admission to hear Mr. +Bradlaugh, who is a very able man, lecture, in a style which +would shock many good people if they were to hear him. I +must candidly admit that in that style he is far outdone by Mrs. +Besant, who takes the Bible to pieces, and turns it inside out, +and holds up to ridicule all its heroes and prophets, and kings +and apostles, and Christ himself, with a zest which seems +perfectly astonishing when we remember how much Christianity has +done for the elevation of the people in general and woman in +particular. Mrs. Besant is a very clever woman, and she +means well I daresay, still it is not pleasant to see the Hall of +Science so well filled as it is on a Sunday night.</p> +<p><a name="page106"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 106</span>The +Hall of Science in the Old Street Road is not an attractive place +outside, and internally it is less of a hall and more of a barn +than any public building with which I chance to be +familiar. And yet, Sunday night after Sunday night, it is +well filled, though the admission for each person is from +threepence to a shilling, and there is no attempt by music or +ritual to attract the sentimental or the weak. The lectures +delivered are long and argumentative, and it is worth the study, +especially of the Christian minister who complains that he cannot +get at the working man, how it is that the people prefer to pay +money to hear the lectures at Old Street, while he offers them +the Gospel without money and without price and often with the +additional attraction of a free tea. With that view I went +to hear Mrs. Besant one Sunday night. I know little of Mrs. +Besant, save that she has been made the <a +name="page107"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 107</span>subject of +a prosecution which, whatever be its results, whether of fine or +imprisonment to herself or of gain to her prosecutors, is one +deeply to be deplored. If a clergyman of the Established +Church of England established or attempted to establish the fact +that mankind has a tendency to increase beyond the means of +existence, a woman, on behalf of the sex that has the most to +suffer from the misery of overpopulation, has a right in the +interests of humanity to call attention to the subject. In +a very old-fashioned couplet it has been remarked of +woman—</p> +<blockquote><p>That if she will, she will, you may depend +on’t;<br /> +And if she won’t, she won’t, and there’s an end +on’t.</p> +</blockquote> +<p>To that class of female Mrs. Besant emphatically +belongs. She is one of those rare ones who will say what +she thinks. There is a great deal of firmness in her +face. Such a woman always goes her own way. It was a +pleasant change from the strong <a name="page108"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 108</span>meat of the Hall of +Science—the withering scorn and contempt there poured on +all that the best men in the world have held to be best—to +the mild excitement of a Shakespearian reading in a +public-house. Could there be a fitter teacher for the +people who do not go to church, and, let me add, also for those +who do? There could be no negative reply to such a +question, and surely if Shakespeare is quoted in the pulpit on a +Sunday morning, the people may hear him read on a Sunday +evening.</p> +<p>“Sunday evening readings for the people!” +Only think of that! What a gain from the tap-room and the +bar-parlour. Such was the announcement that met my eye the +other night in a street not a hundred miles from King’s +Cross railway station. Mr. So-and-So, the bill proceeded to +state, had the pleasure to inform his friends that, with a view +to <a name="page109"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +109</span>oblige the public, he had secured the services of a +celebrated dramatic reader, who would on every Sunday evening +read or recite passages from Shakespeare, Thackeray, Dickens, +Hood, Thornbury, Sketchley, etc. Further, the bill stated +that these readings would commence at a quarter-past seven, and +terminate at a quarter-past ten. Could I resist such an +intellectual treat? Could I deny myself such an exquisite +gratification? Forgive me, indulgent reader, if for once I +made up my mind I could not. The difficulty was where to +find the place, for, in my delight at finding a publican so +public-spirited—so ready to compete with the attractions of +St. George’s Hall—I had unfortunately failed to make +a note of the house thus kindly thrown open to an intelligent +public. The difficulty was greater than would at first +sight appear, for on Sunday night shops are mostly closed, and +there are few people in a position to answer <a +name="page110"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 110</span>anxious +inquirers. Great gin-palaces were flaring away in all their +glory, and doing a roaring trade at the time when church-bells +were ringing for evening service, and decent people were +hastening to enter the sanctuary, and for awhile to forget earth +with its care and sin. In vain I timidly entered and put +the query to the customers at the crowded bar, to potman over the +counter, to landlord, exceptionally brilliant in the splendour of +his Sunday clothes. They knew nothing of the benevolent +individual whose whereabouts I sought; and evidently had a poor +opinion of me for seeking his address. Sunday evening +readings for the people! what cared they for them? Why +could I not stand soaking like the others at their bar, and not +trouble my head about readings from Shakespeare and +Dickens? Such evidently was the train of thought suggested +by my questions. Just over the way was a +police-station. Of <a name="page111"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 111</span>course the police would know; it was +their duty to know what went on in all the public-houses of the +district. I entered, and found three policemen in the +charge of a superior officer. I put my question to him, and +then to them all. Alas! they knew as little of the matter +as myself; indeed, they knew less, for they had never heard of +such a place, and seemed almost inclined to “run me +in” for venturing to suppose they had. What wonderful +fellows are our police! I say so because all our +penny-a-liners say so; but my opinion is, after all, that they +can see round a corner or through a brick wall just as well as +myself or any other man, and no more. Clearly this was a +case in point, for the public-house I was seeking was hardly a +stone’s-throw off, and I was directed to it by an +intelligent greengrocer, who was standing at his shop-door and +improving his mind by the study of that fearless champion of the +wrongs of the <a name="page112"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +112</span>oppressed and trodden-down British working man, +<i>Lloyd’s Weekly Newspaper</i>. It was he who put me +on the right scent—not that he was exactly +certain—but he indicated the house at which such +proceedings were likely to take place, and as he was right in his +conjecture, I take this opportunity of publicly returning him my +thanks. Had it not been for him I should have had no +Shakespeare, no Thackeray, no Hood, no Dickens, no feast of +reason and flow of soul that Sunday night. As it was, it +turned out as I expected, and I had very little of either to +reward my painful search. As I have said, the nominal hour +at which proceedings commenced was a quarter-past seven; in +reality, it was not till nearly half-past eight that the +celebrated dramatic reader favoured us with a specimen of his +powers. It was true he was in the house, but he was down in +the bar with a select circle, indulging in the luxuries generally +to be found in such <a name="page113"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 113</span>places. In the meantime I took +stock leisurely of the room upstairs in which we assembled, and +of its occupants. At that early hour the latter were not +numerous. A little foreigner with his wife was seated by +the fire, and him she led off before the dramatic readings +commenced. Reasons, which a sense of delicacy forbids my +mentioning, suggested the wisdom and the prudence of an early +retirement from a scene rather dull—at any rate, quite the +reverse of gay and festive. As to the rest of us, I +can’t say that we were a particularly lively lot. A +stern regard to truth compels me reluctantly to remark that we +were unprepossessing looking rather than otherwise. The +majority I of us there were lads with billycock hats and short +pipes, who talked little to each other, but smoked and drank beer +in solemn silence. The cheerfulest personage in the room +was the potboy, who, as he stalked about with his apron on and <a +name="page114"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 114</span>his +shirt-sleeves tucked up, seemed to be quite at home with his +customers. Some of the lads had their sweethearts with +them; at any rate I presume they were such from the retiring way +in which they sat—she, after the manner of such young +people in a large room, chiefly occupied in counting the ten +fingers of her red and ungloved hands, while her male admirer sat +smoking his short pipe and spitting on the sanded floor in a way +more suggestive of perfect freedom than of grace. I could +see but two decent-looking girls in the room, which, by the time +the entertainment was over, contained as many as sixty or +seventy. Evidently the class of customers expected was a +low one, greengrocers’ and costermongers’ boys +apparently, and such like. The tables were of the commonest +order, and we had no chairs, nothing but long forms, to sit +on. In the middle by the wall was a small platform, +carpeted; on this platform was a chair and <a +name="page115"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 115</span>table, and +it was there the hero of the evening seated himself, and it was +from thence that at intervals he declaimed. As to the +entertainment, if such it may be called, the less said about it +the better. A more fifth-rate, broken-down, ranting old +hack I think I never heard. Even now it puzzles me to think +how the landlord could have ever had the impudence to attach the +term “celebrated” to his name. It seemed as if +the reader had an impediment in his speech, so laughable and +grotesque was his enunciation, which, however, never failed to +bring down an applause in the way of raps on the tables which +caused the glasses to jingle—to the manifest danger of +spilling their contents. We had a recitation about Robert +Bruce, and other well-known readings; then he bellowed and tossed +his arms about and screamed! How dull were his comic +passages! How comic was his pathos! Surely never was +good poetry <a name="page116"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +116</span>more mangled in its delivery before. I can stand +a good deal—I am bound to stand a good deal, for in the +course of a year I have to listen to as much bad oratory as most; +but at last I could stand it no longer, and was compelled to beat +a precipitate retreat, feeling that I had over-estimated the +public spirit of the landlord and his desire to provide +intellectual amusement for his friends—feeling that these +readings for the people are nothing better than an excuse for +getting boys and girls to sit smoking and drinking, wasting their +time and injuring their constitutions, on a night that should be +sacred to better things, in the tainted atmosphere of a +public-house.</p> +<h2><a name="page117"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +117</span>VI.—THE LOW LODGING-HOUSE.</h2> +<p>Is chiefly to be found in Whitechapel, in Westminster, and in +Drury Lane. It is in such places the majority of our +working men live, especially when they are out of work or given +to drink; and the drinking that goes on in these places is often +truly frightful, especially where the sexes are mixed, and +married people, or men and women supposed to be such, +abound. In some of these lodging-houses as many as two or +three hundred people live; and if anything can keep a man down in +the world, and render him hopeless as to the future, it is the +society and the general <a name="page118"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 118</span>tone of such places. Yet in +them are to be met women who were expected to shine in +society—students from the universities—ministers of +the Gospel—all herding in these filthy dens like so many +swine. It is rarely a man rises from the low surroundings +of a low lodging-house. He must be a very strong man if he +does. Such a place as a Workman’s City has no charms +for the class of whom I write. Some of them would not care +to live there. It is no attraction to them that there is no +public-house on the estate, that the houses are clean, that the +people are orderly, that the air is pure and bracing. They +have no taste or capacity for the enjoyment of that kind of +life. They have lived in slums, they have been accustomed +to filth, they have no objection to overcrowding, they must have +a public-house next door. This is why they live in St. +Giles’s or in Whitechapel, <a name="page119"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 119</span>where the sight of their numbers is +appalling, or why they crowd into such low neighbourhoods as +abound in Drury Lane. Drury Lane is not at all times handy +for their work. On the contrary, some of its inhabitants +come a long way. One Saturday night I met a man there who +told me he worked at Aldershot. Of course to many it is +convenient. It is near Covent Garden, where many go to work +as early as 4 <span class="smcap">a.m.</span>; and it is close to +the Strand, where its juvenile population earn their daily +food. Ten to one the boy who offers you “the Hevening +Hecho,” the lass who would fain sell you cigar-lights and +flowers, the woman who thrusts the opera programme into your +carriage as you drive down Bow Street, the questionable gentleman +who, if chance occurs, eases you of your pocket-handkerchief or +your purse, the poor girl who, in tawdry finery, walks her weary +way backwards <a name="page120"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +120</span>and forwards in the Strand, whether the weather be wet +or dry, long after her virtuous sisters are asleep—all hail +from Drury Lane. It has ever been a spot to be +shunned. Upwards of a hundred years ago, Gay wrote in his +“Trivia”—</p> +<blockquote><p>Oh, may thy virtue guard thee through the roads<br +/> +Of Drury’s mazy courts and dark abodes.</p> +</blockquote> +<p>It is not of Drury Lane itself, but of its mazy courts that I +write. Drury Lane is a shabby but industrious street. +It is inhabited chiefly by tradespeople, who, like all of us, +have to work hard for their living; but at the back of Drury +Lane—on the left as you come from New Oxford +Street—there run courts and streets as densely inhabited as +any of the most crowded and filthy parts of the metropolis, and +compared with which Drury Lane is respectability itself. A +few days since I wanted to hear Happy William in a fine new +chapel they <a name="page121"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +121</span>have got in Little Wild Street. As I went my way, +past rag-shops and cow-houses, I found myself in an exclusively +Irish population, some of whom were kneeling and crossing +themselves at the old Roman Catholic chapel close by, but the +larger number of whom were drinking at one or other of the +public-houses of the district. At the newspaper-shop at the +corner, the only bills I saw were those of <i>The Flag of +Ireland</i>, or <i>The Irishman</i>, or <i>The +Universe</i>. In about half an hour there were three +fights, one of them between women, which was watched with +breathless interest by a swarming crowd, and which ended in one +of the combatants, a yellow-haired female, being led to the +neighbouring hospital. On his native heather an Irishman +cares little about cleanliness. As I have seen his rude +hut, in which the pigs and potatoes and the children are mixed up +in inextricable confusion, I have felt how pressing is the +question in <a name="page122"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +122</span>Ireland, not of Home Rule, but of Home Reform. I +admit his children are fat and numerous, but it is because they +live on the hill-side, where no pestilent breath from the city +ever comes.</p> +<p>In the neighbourhood of Drury Lane it is different; there is +no fresh air there, and the only flowers one sees are those +bought at Covent Garden. Everywhere on a summer night (she +“has no smile of light” in Drury Lane), you are +surrounded by men, women, and children, so that you can scarce +pick your way. In Parker Street and Charles Street, and +such-like places, the houses seem as if they never had been +cleaned since they were built, yet each house is full of +people—the number of families is according to the number of +rooms. I should say four-and-sixpence a week is the average +rent for these tumble-down and truly repulsive apartments. +Children play in the middle of the street, amidst the dirt and +refuse; costermongers, <a name="page123"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 123</span>who are the capitalists of the +district, live here with their donkeys; across the courts is hung +the family linen to dry. You sicken at every step. +Men stand leaning gloomily against the sides of the houses; +women, with unlovely faces, glare at you sullenly as you pass +by.</p> +<p>The City Missionary is, perhaps, the only one who comes here +with a friendly word, and a drop of comfort and hope for +all. Of course the inhabitants are as little indoors as +possible. It may be that the streets are dull and dirty, +but the interiors are worse. Only think of a family, with +grown-up sons and daughters, all living and sleeping in one +room! The conditions of the place are as bad morally as +they are physically.</p> +<p>It is but natural that the people drink more than they eat, +that the women soon grow old and haggard, and that the little +babes, stupefied with gin and beer, die off, <a +name="page124"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 124</span>happily, +almost as fast as they are born. Here you see men and women +so foul and scarred and degraded that it is mockery to say that +they were made in the image of the Maker, and that the +inspiration of the Almighty gave them understanding; and you ask +is this a civilised land, and are we a Christian people?</p> +<p>No wonder that from such haunts the girl gladly rushes to put +on the harlot’s livery of shame, and comes here after her +short career of gaiety to die of disease and gin. In some +of the streets are forty or fifty lodging-houses for women or +men, as the case may be. In some of these lodging-houses +there are men who make their thirty shillings or two pounds a +week. In others are the broken-down mendicants who live on +soup-kitchens and begging. You can see no greater +wretchedness in the human form than what you see here. And, +as some of <a name="page125"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +125</span>these lodging-houses will hold ninety people, you may +get some idea of their number. When I say that the +sitting-room is common to all, that it has always a roaring fire, +and that all day, and almost all night long, each lodger is +cooking his victuals, you can get a fair idea of the intolerable +atmosphere, in spite of the door being ever open. It seemed +to me that a large number of the people could live in better +apartments if they were so disposed, and if their only enjoyment +was not a public-house debauch. The keepers of these houses +seemed very fair-spoken men.</p> +<p>I met with only one rebuff, and that was at a model house in +Charles Street. As I airily tapped at the window, and asked +the old woman if I could have a bed, at first she was civil +enough, but when I ventured to question her a bit she angrily +took herself off, remarking that she did not know who I was, and +that <a name="page126"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 126</span>she +was not going to let a stranger get information out of her.</p> +<p>As to myself, I can only say that I had rather lodge in any +gaol than in the slums of Drury Lane. The sight of sights +in this district is that of the public-houses and the crowds who +fill them. On Saturday every bar was crammed; at some you +could not get in at the door. The women were as numerous as +the men; in the daytime they are far more so; and as almost every +woman has a child in her arms, and another or two tugging at her +gown, and as they are all formed into gossiping knots, one can +imagine the noise of such places.</p> +<p>D.D.—City readers will know whom I refer to—has +opened a branch establishment in Drury Lane, and his place was +the only one that was not crowded. I can easily understand +the reason—one of the regulations of D.D.’s +establishment is that no intoxicated person should be +served. I <a name="page127"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +127</span>have reason to conclude, from a conversation I had some +time ago with one of D.D.’s barmen, that the rule is not +very strictly enforced; but if it were carried out at all by the +other publicans in Drury Lane I am sure there would be a great +falling off of business. Almost every woman had a basket; +in that basket was a bottle, which, in the course of the evening, +was filled with gin for private consumption; and it was quite +appalling to see the number of little pale-faced ragged girls who +came with similar bottles on a similar errand. When the +liquor takes effect, the women are the most troublesome, and use +the worst language.</p> +<p>On my remarking to a policeman that the neighbourhood was, +comparatively speaking, quiet, he said there had been three or +four rows already, and pointed to a pool of blood as confirmation +of his statement. The men seemed all more or less stupidly +drunk, and stood up one against another like <a +name="page128"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 128</span>a certain +Scotch regiment, of which the officer, when complimented on their +sobriety, remarked that they resembled a pack of cards—if +one falls, down go all the rest.</p> +<p>Late hours are the fashion in the neighbourhood of Drury +Lane. It is never before two on a Sunday morning that there +is quiet there. Death, says Horace, strikes with equal foot +the home of the poor and the palace of the prince. This is +not true as regards low lodging-houses. Even in Bethnal +Green the Sanitary Commission found that the mean age at death +among the families of the gentry, professionalists, and richer +classes of that part of Loudon was forty-four, whilst that of the +families of the artisan class was about twenty-two.</p> +<p>Everyone—for surely everyone has read Mr. +Plimsoll’s appeal on behalf of the poor sailors—must +remember the description of his experiences in a lodging-house of +the better sort, established by the efforts of <a +name="page129"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 129</span>Lord +Shaftesbury in Fetter Lane and Hatton Garden. “It is +astonishing,” says Mr. Plimsoll, “how little you can +live on when you divest yourselves of all fancied needs. I +had plenty of good wheat bread to eat all the week, and the half +of a herring for a relish (less will do, if you can’t +afford half, for it is a splendid fish), and good coffee to +drink, and I know how much—or, rather how +little—roast shoulder of mutton you can get for twopence +for your Sunday’s dinner.”</p> +<p>I propose to write of other lodging-houses—houses of a +lower character, and filled, I imagine, with men of a lower +class. Mr. Plimsoll speaks in tones of admiration of the +honest hard-working men whom he met in his lodging-house. +They were certainly gifted with manly virtues, and deserved all +his praise. In answer to the question, What did I see +there? he replies:</p> +<p><a name="page130"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +130</span>“I found the workmen considerate for each +other. I found that they would go out (those who were out +of employment) day after day, and patiently trudge miles and +miles seeking employment, returning night after night +unsuccessful and dispirited, only, however, to sally out the +following morning with renewed determination. They would +walk incredibly long distances to places where they heard of a +job of work; and this, not for a few days, but for many, many +days. And I have seen such a man sit down wearily by the +fire (we had a common room for sitting, and cooking, and +everything), with a hungry, despondent look—he had not +tasted food all day—and accosted by another, scarcely less +poor than himself, with ‘Here, mate, get this into +thee,’ handing him at the same time a piece of bread and +some cold meat, and afterwards some coffee, and adding, +‘Better luck to-morrow; keep up your pecker.’ +<a name="page131"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 131</span>And all +this without any idea that they were practising the most splendid +patience, fortitude, courage, and generosity I had ever +seen.”</p> +<p>Perhaps the eulogy is a little overstrained. Men, even +if they are not working men, do learn to help each other, unless +they are very bad indeed; and it does not seem so surprising to +me as it does to Mr. Plimsoll that even such men “talk of +absent wife and children.” Certainly it is the least +a husband and the father of a family can do.</p> +<p>The British working man has his fair share of faults, but just +now he has been so belaboured on all sides with praise that he is +getting to be rather a nuisance. In our day it is to be +feared he is rapidly degenerating. He does not work so well +as he did, nor so long, and he gets higher wages. One +natural result of this state of things is that the class just +above him—<a name="page132"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +132</span>the class who, perhaps, are the worst off in the +land—have to pay an increased price for everything that +they eat and drink or wear, or need in any way for the use of +their persons or the comfort and protection of their homes. +Another result, and this is much worse, is that the workman +spends his extra time and wages in the public-houses, and that we +have an increase of paupers to keep and crime to punish. +There is no gainsaying admitted facts; there is no use in +boasting of the increased intelligence of the working man, when +the facts are the other way. As he gets more money and +power, he becomes less amenable to rule and reason. Last +year, according to Colonel Henderson’s report, drunk and +disorderly cases had increased from 23,007 to 33,867. It is +to be expected the returns of the City police will be equally +unsatisfactory. As I write, I take the following from +<i>The Echo</i>: In a certain district in London, <a +name="page133"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 133</span>facing each +other, are two corner-houses in which the business of a publican +and a chemist are respectively carried on. In the course of +twenty-five years the houses have changed hands three times, and +at the last change the purchase money of the public-house +amounted to £14,300, and that of the chemist’s +business to only £1,000. Of course the publican +drives his carriage and pair, while the druggist has to use +Shanks’s pony.</p> +<p>But this is a digression. It is of lodging-houses I +write. It seems that there are lodging-houses of many +kinds. Perhaps some of the best were those of which Mr. +Plimsoll had experience. The Peabody buildings are, I +believe, not inhabited by poor people at all. The worst, +perhaps, are those in Flower and Dean Street, Spitalfields, and +the adjacent district. One naturally assumes that no good +can come out of Flower and Dean Street, just as it was <a +name="page134"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 134</span>assumed of +old that no good could come out of Nazareth. This was +illustrated in a curious way the other day. One of the +earnest philanthropists connected with Miss Macpherson’s +Home of Industry at the corner, was talking with an old woman on +the way of salvation. She pleaded that on that head she had +nothing to learn. She had led a good life, she had never +done anybody any harm, she never used bad language, and, in +short, she had lived in the village of Morality, to quote John +Bunyan, of which Mr. Worldly Wiseman had so much to say when he +met poor Christian, just as he had escaped with his heavy burden +on his shoulder out of the Slough of Despond, and that would not +do for our young evangelist.</p> +<p>“My good woman,” said he sadly, “that is not +enough. You may have been all you say, and yet not be a +true Christian after all.”</p> +<p><a name="page135"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +135</span>“Of course it ain’t,” said a man who +had been listening to the conversation. “You’ll +never get to heaven that way. You must believe on the Lord +Jesus Christ, and then you will be saved.”</p> +<p>“Ah,” said the evangelist, “you know that, +do you? I hope you live accordingly.”</p> +<p>“Oh yes; I know it well enough,” was the reply; +“but of course I can’t practise it. I am one of +the light-fingered gentry, I am, and I live in Flower and Dean +Street;” and away he hurried as if he saw a policeman, and +as if he knew that he was wanted.</p> +<p>The above anecdote, the truth of which I can vouch for, +indicates the sort of place Flower and Dean Street is, and the +kind of company one meets there. It is a place that always +gives the police a great deal of trouble. Close by is a +court, even lower in the world than Flower and Dean <a +name="page136"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 136</span>Street, and +it is to me a wonder how such a place can be suffered to +exist. What with Keane’s Court and Flower and Dean +Street the police have their hands pretty full day and night, +especially the latter. Robbery and drunkenness and fighting +and midnight brawls are the regular and normal state of affairs, +and are expected as a matter of course. When I was there +last a woman had been taken out of Keane’s Court on a +charge of stabbing a man she had inveigled into one of the +houses, or rather hovels—you can scarcely call them houses +in the court. She was let off, as the man refused to appear +against her, and the chances are that she will again be at her +little tricks. They have rough ways, the men and women of +this district; they are not given to stand much upon ceremony; +they have little faith in moral suasion, but have unbounded +confidence in physical force. A few miles of such a <a +name="page137"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 137</span>place, and +London were a Sodom and Gomorrah.</p> +<p>But I have not yet described the street. We will walk +down it, if you please. It is not a long street, nor is it +a very new one; but is it a very striking one, +nevertheless. Every house almost you come to is a +lodging-house, and some of them are very large ones, holding as +many as four hundred beds. Men unshaven and unwashed are +standing loafing about, though in reality this is the hour when, +all over London, honest men are too glad to be at work earning +their daily bread. A few lads and men are engaged in the +intellectual and fashionable amusement known as pitch and +toss. Well, if they play fairly, I do not know that City +people can find much fault with them for doing so. They +cannot get rid of their money more quickly than they would were +they to gamble on the Stock Exchange, or to invest in limited <a +name="page138"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 138</span>liability +companies or mines which promise cent. per cent. and never yield +a rap but to the promoters who get up the bubble, or to the agent +who, as a friend, begs and persuades you to go into them, as he +has a lot of shares which he means to keep for himself, but of +which, as you are a friend, and as a mark of special favour, he +would kindly accommodate you with a few.</p> +<p>But your presence is not welcomed in the street. You are +not a lodger, that is clear. Curious and angry eyes follow +you all the way. Of course your presence there—the +apparition of anything respectable—is an event which +creates alarm rather than surprise.</p> +<p>In the square mile of which this street in the centre, it is +computed are crowded one hundred and twenty thousand of our +poorest population—men and women who have sunk exhausted in +the battle of life, and who come here to hide their wretchedness +<a name="page139"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 139</span>and +shame, and in too many cases to train their little ones to follow +in their steps. The children have neither shoes nor +stockings. They are covered with filth, they are innocent +of all the social virtues, and here is their happy +hunting-ground; they are a people by themselves.</p> +<p>All round are planted Jews and Germans. In Commercial +Street the chances are you may hear as much German as if you were +in Deutschland itself. Nor is this all; the place is a +perfect Babel. It is a pity that Flower and Dean Street +should be, as it were, representative of England and her +institutions. It must give the intelligent foreigner rather +a shock.</p> +<p>But <i>place aux dames</i> is my motto, and even in the slums +let woman take the position which is her due. In the +streets the ladies are not in any sense particular, and can +scream long and loudly, particularly when under the influence of +liquor. <a name="page140"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +140</span>They are especially well developed as to their arms, +and can defend themselves, if that be necessary, against the +rudeness or insolence or the too-gushing affection of the other +sex. As to their manners and morals, perhaps the less said +about them the better.</p> +<p>Let us step into one of the lodging-houses which is set apart +exclusively for their use. The charge for admission is +threepence or fourpence a night, or a little less by the +week. You can have no idea of the size of one of these +places unless you enter. We will pay a visit in the +afternoon, when most of the bedrooms are empty. At the door +is a box-office, as it were, for the sale of tickets of +admission. Behind extends a large room, provided at one end +with cooking apparatus and well supplied with tables and chairs, +at which are seated a few old helpless females, who have nothing +to do, <a name="page141"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +141</span>and don’t seem to care much about getting out +into the sun. Let us ascend under the guidance of the +female who has charge of the place, and who has to sit up till 3 +<span class="smcap">a.m.</span> to admit her fair friends, some +of whom evidently keep bad hours and are given rather too much to +the habit of what we call making a night of it. Of course +most of the rooms are unoccupied, but they are full of beds, +which are placed as close together as possible; and this is all +the furniture in the room, with the exception of the glass, +without which no one, male or female, can properly perform the +duties of the toilette. One woman is already thus +occupied. In another room, we catch sight of a few still in +bed, or sitting listlessly on their beds. They are mostly +youthful, and regard us from afar with natural +curiosity—some actually seeming inclined to giggle at our +intrusion. As it is, we feel thankful that we need not <a +name="page142"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 142</span>remain a +moment in such company, and we leave them to their terrible +fate.</p> +<p>A few hours later they will be out in the streets, seeking +whom they may devour. Go down Whitechapel way, and you will +see them in shoals haunting the public-houses of the district, or +promenading the pavement, or talking to men as sunk in the social +scale as themselves. They are fond of light dresses; they +eschew bonnets or hats. Some are half-starved; others seem +in good condition; and they need be so to stand the life they +have to lead. Let us hope Heaven will have more mercy on +such as they than man. It cannot be that decent respectable +women live in Flower and Dean Street.</p> +<p>But what of the men? Well, I answer at the first glance, +you see that they are a rough lot. Some are simply +unfortunate and friendless and poor; others do really work +honestly for their living—as dock <a +name="page143"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 143</span>labourers, +or as porters in some of the surrounding markets, or at any +chance job that may come in their way; many, alas, are of the +light-fingered fraternity. The police have but a poor +opinion of the honesty of the entire district—but then the +police are so uncharitable! The members of the Christian +community and others who come here on a Sunday and preach in more +than one of the lodging-houses in the street have a better +opinion, and certainly can point to men and women reclaimed by +their labours, and now leading decent godly lives. It +requires some firmness and Christian love to go preaching in +these huge lodging-houses, in which one, it seemed to me, might +easily be made away with. Even in the daytime they have an +ugly look, filled as they are with idle men, who are asleep now, +but who will be busy enough by-and-by—when honesty has done +its work and respectability is gone to bed. As commercial +speculations <a name="page144"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +144</span>I suppose money is made by these places. The +proprietor has but little expense to incur in the way of +providing furniture or attendance, and in some cases he supplies +refreshments, on which of course he makes a profit. But +each lodger is at liberty to cater for himself, or to leave it +alone if times are bad and money is scarce. At any rate +there is the fire always burning, and the locker in which each +lodger may stow away what epicurean delicacy or worldly treasure +he may possess. I have been in prisons and workhouses, and +I can say the inmates of such places are much better lodged, and +have better care taken of them, and are better off than the poor +people of Flower and Dean Street. The best thing that could +happen for them would be the destruction of the whole place by +fire. Circumstances have much to do with the formation of +character, and in a more respectable neighbourhood they <a +name="page145"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 145</span>would +become a little more respectable themselves.</p> +<p>In the lodging-houses at Westminster the inhabitants are of a +much more industrious character. In Lant Street, Borough, +they are quite the reverse. A man should have his wits +about him who attempts to penetrate into the mysteries or to +understand the life of a low lodging-house there.</p> +<p>For ages the Mint in the Borough has gained an unenviable +name, not only as the happy hunting-ground of the disreputable, +the prostitute, the thief, the outcast, the most wretched and the +lowest of the poor, yet there was a time when it was great and +famous. There that brave and accomplished courtier, the +Duke of Suffolk, brought his royal bride, the handsome sister of +our Henry VIII. It was there poor Edward VI. came on a +visit all the way from Hampton Court. It was the goodly +gift of Mary the unhappy and ill-fated to the <a +name="page146"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 146</span>Archbishop +of York. Somehow or other Church property seems to be +detrimental to the respectability of a neighbourhood, hence the +truth of the old adage, “The nearer the church, the farther +from God.” At any rate this was the case as regards +the Mint in the Borough, which in Gay’s time had sunk so +low that he made it the scene of his “Beggar’s +Opera,” and there still law may be said to be powerless, +and there still they point out the house in which lived Jonathan +Wild. In the reign of William, our Protestant hero, and +George I., our Hanoverian deliverer, a desperate attempt was made +to clear the place of the rogues and vagabonds to whom it +afforded shelter and sanctuary; but somehow or other in vain, +though all debtors under fifty pounds had their liabilities wiped +off by royal liberality. The place was past mending, and so +it has ever since remained. It is not a neighbourhood for a +lady at any time, but to inhabit it all that is requisite is <a +name="page147"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 147</span>that, by +fair means or foul (in the Mint they are as little particular as +to the way in which money is made as they are in the City or on +the Stock Exchange), you have fourpence to pay for a +night’s lodging. All round the place prices may be +described as low, to suit the convenience of the customer. +You are shaved for a penny. Your hair is cut and curled for +twopence. The literature for sale may be termed +sensational, and the chandlers’ shops, which are of the +truest character if I may judge by the contents, do a trade which +may be described as miscellaneous.</p> +<p>It is sad to see the successive waves of pauperism rise and +burst and disappear. On they come, one after another, as +fast as the eye can catch them, and far faster than the mind can +realise all the hidden and complex causes of which they are the +painful result. One asks, Is this always to be so? Is +there to be no end to this supply, of which we see <a +name="page148"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 148</span>only the +surface, as it were? Are all the lessons of the past in +vain? Cannot Science, with all its boasted arts, remove the +causes, be they what they may, and effect a cure? Is the +task too appalling for philanthropy? Some such thoughts +came into my head as I looked upon the dense mass of men and +women, destitute of work and food, who, at an early hour on the +first Sunday in the New Year were collected from all the +lodging-houses in the unpretentious but well-known building known +as the Gray’s Yard Ragged Church and Schools, in a part of +London not supposed, like the Seven Dials, to be the home of the +wretched, and close by the mansions of the rich and the +great. When I entered, as many as seven hundred had been +got together, and there was a crowd three hundred strong, equally +hungry, equally destitute, and equally worthy of Christian +benevolence. On entering, each person, as soon as he or she +had taken his or her seat, <a name="page149"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 149</span>was treated to two thick slices of +bread-and-butter and a cup of coffee, and at the close of the +service there was the usual distribution of a pound meat-pie and +a piece of cake to each individual, and coffee <i>ad +libitum</i>. It may be added that the cost of this +breakfast does not come out of the funds of the institution, but +is defrayed by special subscriptions, and that Mr. John Morley +had sent, as he always does, a parcel of one thousand Gospels for +distribution. But what has this got to do, asks the reader, +with the thought which, as I say, the sight suggested to +me? Why, everything. In the course of the morning, +Mr. F. Bevan, the chairman, asked those who had been there before +to hold up their hands, and there was not one hand held up in +answer to the question. There was a similar negative +response when it was asked of that able-bodied mass before +me—for there were no very old men in the crowd—as to +<a name="page150"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 150</span>whether +any of them were in regular work. This year’s +pauperism is, then, but the crop of the year. Relieved +to-day, next year another crowd will follow; and so the dark and +sullen waves, mournfully moaning and wailing, of the measureless +ocean of human sorrow and suffering, and want and despair, ever +come and ever go. The Christian Church is the lifeboat +sailing across this ocean in answer to the cry for help, and +rescuing them that are ready to perish. There are cynics +who say even all this Christmas feasting does no good. It +is a fact that on Christmas week there is a sudden and wonderful +exodus from the workhouses around London.</p> +<p>We cannot get improved men and women till we have improved +lodging-houses. Recently it was calculated that in St. +Giles’s parish (once it was St. +Giles’s-in-the-Fields), there were no less than 3,000 +families living in single rooms. Again, in <a +name="page151"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 151</span>the parish +of Holborn, there were quite 12,000, out of a population of +44,000, living in single rooms. Under such circumstances, +what can we expect but physical and moral degradation? +Healthy life is impossible for man or woman, boy or girl. A +Divine Authority tells us, men do not gather grapes of thorns or +figs of thistles. As I write, however, a ray of light +reaches me. It appears nearly 10,000 persons are now +reaping the benefit of the Peabody Fund. In the far east +there are buildings at Shadwell and Spitalfields; in the far west +at Chelsea, in Westminster, and at Grosvenor Road, +Pimlico—the latter perfectly appointed edifice alone +accommodating 1,952 persons. As many as 768 are lodged in +the Islington block, and on the south side of the Thames there +are Peabody buildings at Bermondsey, in the Blackfriars Road, +Stamford Street, and Southwark Street. One room in the +Peabody buildings is never <a name="page152"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 152</span>let to two persons. A writer +in <i>The Daily News</i> says: Advantage has been taken by the +Peabody trustees to purchase land brought into the market by the +operation of the Artisans and Labourers’ Dwellings +Act. At the present moment nineteen blocks of building are +in course of removal either by the City or the Metropolitan Board +of Works. They are situate at Peartree Court, Clerkenwell; +Goulston Street, Whitechapel; St. George the Martyr, Southwark; +Bedfordbury; Whitechapel and Limehouse, near the London Docks; +High Street, Islington; Essex Road, Islington; Whitecross Street; +Old Pye Street, Westminster; Great Wild Street, Drury Lane; +Marylebone, hard by the Edgware Road; Wells Street, Poplar; +Little Coram Street; and Great Peter Street, Westminster. +All these are under the control of the Metropolitan Board of +Works. The remaining three—at Petticoat Square, at +Golden Lane, and at Barbican—<a name="page153"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 153</span>are being removed by the Corporation +of the City of London. It is estimated that forty-one acres +of land will be laid bare by this clearance—a space capable +of lodging properly at least as many thousand people. There +are of course other helpers in the same direction as the Peabody +trustees, without being quite in the same sense public bodies +administering a large fund for a special purpose, with the single +object of extending its sphere of usefulness in accordance with +public policy. Some of the companies, however, work for +five per cent. return, and their efforts to construct suitable +dwellings for workpeople and labourers are very valuable. +The Improved Industrial Dwellings Company has buildings at +Bethnal Green Road, at Shoreditch, at Willow Street, and close to +the goods station of the Great Northern Railway, besides two +blocks near the City Road. The Metropolitan Association has +blocks of <a name="page154"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +154</span>buildings in Whitechapel, and in many spots farther +west, as have the Marylebone Association, the London +Labourers’ Dwellings Society, and other bodies of similar +kind. The success of Miss Octavia Hill in encouraging the +construction of dwellings of the class required is well known, as +are the buildings erected by Sir Sydney Waterlow, Mr. G. Cutt, +and Mr. Newson. It is almost needless to add that the +Baroness Burdett-Coutts has taken a warm interest in this +important movement, as a building at Shoreditch now accommodating +seven hundred persons will testify.</p> +<h2><a name="page155"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +155</span>VII.—STUDIES AT THE BAR.</h2> +<p>On Christmas Eve, in the midst of a dense fog that filled +one’s throat and closed one’s eyes, and rendered the +vast City one huge sepulchre, as it were, peopled by ghosts and +ghouls, I spent a few hours in what may be called studies at the +bar.</p> +<p>First, I turned my steps down Whitechapel way. It is +there the pressure of poverty is felt as much as anywhere in +London, and as it was early in the evening I went there, I saw it +under favourable circumstances, for the sober people would be +shopping, and the drunken ones would scarcely have commenced that +riot and <a name="page156"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +156</span>quarrelling which are the result in most cases of +indulgence in alcohol. From the publican’s point of +view, of course, I had nothing to expect but unmitigated +pleasure. The stuff they sell, they tell us, is the gift of +a good Providence, sent us in order to alleviate the gloom and +lighten the cares of life. “It is a poor heart that +never rejoices,” and on Christmas Eve, when we are thinking +of the birth of Him who came to send peace on earth and goodwill +amongst men, a little extra enjoyment may be expected. In +some bars ample provision had been made for the event; +decorations had been freely resorted to, and everything had been +done to give colour to the delusion that Christmas jollity was to +be produced and heightened by the use of what the publican had to +sell. Almost the first glimpse I got of the consequences of +adherence to this doctrine was at a corner house in Whitechapel, +before I got as far as the church, where from the <a +name="page157"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 157</span>side-door +of a gin-palace rushed out a little dirty woman with a pot of +beer in her hand, followed by a taller one, who, catching hold of +her, began to hit her. On this the attacked woman took a +savage grip of the front hair of her opponent, who began to +scream “Murder!” with might and main. A crowd +was formed immediately, in the expectation of that favourite +entertainment of a certain section of the British public—a +free fight between two tipsy women; but, alas! they were too far +gone to fight, and, after a good deal of bad language, the woman +with the porter pursued her victorious way, while the other, +almost too drunk to stand, returned to the bar, to rejoin the +dirty group she had left, and to be served again—contrary, +as I understand, to the law of the land—with the liquor of +which she had already had more than enough. In that +compartment everything was dirty—the women at the bar and +the man behind it, <a name="page158"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +158</span>nor was there a spark of good feeling or happiness in +the group. There they were—the wives and mothers of +the people—all equally besotted, all equally +wretched. Oh heavens, what a sight!</p> +<p>And this reminds me of what I saw at a bar in the Gray’s +Inn Road, in one of the largest of the many houses opened for +refreshment, as it is called. In one compartment there were +some thirty or forty wretched, dirty, ragged people, mostly +women. One of them was in a state of elevation, and was +dancing to a set who were evidently too far gone to appreciate +her performance. With tipsy gravity, however, she continued +her self-appointed task. Ah, poor thing! thought I, you are +gay and hilarious now—to-morrow you will lie shivering in +the cold—possibly crying for a morsel of bread. You +have a garret to sleep in, and nothing to look forward to but the +hospital or the workhouse. Heaven <a +name="page159"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 159</span>wills it, +says the pietist. Heaven does nothing of the kind. In +the mad debauchery I saw in that bar I am sure there must have +been spent money that would have given the wretched topers +happier homes, better dinners, and a future far happier than that +which I saw hanging over them.</p> +<p>In Chancery Lane I came on several illustrations of the joyous +conviviality of the season. One poor fellow just before me +came down with a tremendous crash. Another nearly ran me +down as he steered his difficult way along the slippery street +and through the gloomy fog. Another merry old soul had +given up all attempt to find his way home, and had seated himself +on a doorstep, planted his hat on one side of his head, put his +hands in his pockets to keep them warm, and there, asleep, with a +short pipe in his mouth, and his legs stretched out, looked as +mournful and <a name="page160"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +160</span>seedy an object as anyone could desire to +contemplate. He had evidently been having a pleasant +evening with his companions over a social glass, merely keeping +up good old English customs, wishing himself and everyone he knew +a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.</p> +<p>At the gin-palaces near the railway termini, and in those +bordering on any place of general marketing, the crowd of +customers was enormous, and the class was far superior to those I +saw in Drury Lane or Whitechapel, or the Gray’s Inn +Road. They were real respectable working men and their +wives, who had been out marketing for the morrow, and who, proud +of their success in that direction, and of the store of good +things they had collected for the anticipated dinner, had to +treat themselves with a parting glass ere they went home. +It was a busy time for the men at the bar. In one large +public with <a name="page161"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +161</span>four or five compartments, I reckoned there must have +been nearly a hundred customers. It was quite an effort for +anyone to get served; he had to fight his way through the mob to +pay his money and get his glass, and then to struggle back to a +quiet corner to drink off its contents with a friend or his wife, +but there was no drunkenness.</p> +<p>The men and women of the respectable working class are not +drunkards. They have too much sense for that, but they were +merry, and a little inclined to be too talkative and +heedless. For instance, a party of four went straight from +a public-house to a railway station at which I happened to be +waiting. One couple were going by the train +home—another couple had come to see them off. The +wife of the travelling party was fat and heavy, and in her jolly, +careless mood, induced by the evening’s conviviality, as +the train came up she missed her step and fell between the <a +name="page162"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 162</span>wheels and +the platform. Fortunately the train had come to a +standstill, or that woman and her husband and her family would +have had anything but a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.</p> +<p>In one place, patronised by navvies and their wives, there was +such a hideous exhibition of indecency that I may not record +it. “Why don’t you interfere?” said a +gentleman to the pot-boy. “Oh,” was the reply, +“you can’t say anything at this season of the +year. It is best to leave them alone.”</p> +<p>In such low neighbourhoods as Drury Lane it seemed to me that +the men preponderated; indeed, at many places they were the only +customers. One could not much wonder to find them in such +places. Either they live in the low lodging-houses close +by, where they pay fourpence a night for a bed, or they have a +room for themselves and families in the neighbourhood. <a +name="page163"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 163</span>In neither +case is there much peace for them in what they call their +home. They are best out of doors, and then comes the +attraction of the public-house, and on Christmas Eve in the dull +raw fog almost the only bright spot visible was the gleam of its +gaudy splendour, and as a natural consequence bars were pretty +well filled. They always are in poor neighbourhoods of a +night, and especially such as have a corner situation. It +is always good times with the proprietors of such places, even if +trade be bad and men are out of work, and little children cry for +bread and old people die of starvation and want. A corner +public-house is never driven into the bankruptcy court.</p> +<p>But let me change the scene. These low neighbourhoods +are really disgusting to people of cultivated minds and refined +tastes. I am standing in a wonderfully beautiful +hall. On one side is a long <a name="page164"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 164</span>counter filled with decanters and +wineglasses. Behind these are some lively young ladies, +fashionably dressed, and with hair elaborately arranged. +The customers are chiefly young men, whom Albert Smith would have +described as gents. They mostly patronise what they call +“bittah” beer, and they are wise in doing so, as +young men rarely can afford wine, and “bittah” beer +is not so likely to affect the few brains they happen to have +about them. Of course a good deal of wine is drunk, and +there is a great demand for grog, but beer is the prevailing +beverage; and as to tea and coffee and such things, they are +unfairly handicapped, as the Hebe at the bar charges me sixpence +for a small cup of coffee, while the gent by my side pays but +twopence for his beer; nor can I say that he pays too much, as he +has the opportunity thus afforded to him of talking to a young +lady who has no refuge from <a name="page165"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 165</span>his impertinence, and who is bound +to be civil unless the cad is notoriously offensive, as her trade +is to sell liquor, and the more he talks the more he +drinks. But the mischief does not end here. Many a +married man fancies it is fun to loll over the counter and spoon +with the girls behind. He has more cash than the gent, and +spends more. If he is not a rich man he would pass himself +off as such; he drinks more than is good for him; he makes the +young ladies presents; he talks to them in a sentimental strain, +and it may be he has a wife and family at home who are in need of +almost the necessaries of life.</p> +<p>In many cases the end of all this is wretchedness at home and +loss of character and means of subsistence; if he is in a house +of business he lives beyond his income, and embezzlement is the +result. If he be in business on his own account his end is +bankruptcy, at any rate his health <a name="page166"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 166</span>is not benefited by his indulgence +at the bar, and to most men who have to earn their daily bread +loss of health is loss of employment and poverty, more or less +enduring and grinding and complete. What the gin-shop is to +the working man, the restaurant and the refreshment bar are to +the middle classes of society. There is no disgrace in +dropping in there, and so the young man learns to become a +sot. Planted as they are at all the railway termini, they +are an ever-present danger; they are fitted up in a costly style, +and the young ladies are expected to be as amiable and +good-looking as possible, and thus when a young man has a few +minutes to spare at a railway terminus, naturally he makes his +way to the refreshment bar.</p> +<p>Dartmoor was full, writes the author of “Convict +Life,” with the men whom drink had led into +crime—from the mean wretch who pawned his wife’s +boots for ninepence, <a name="page167"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 167</span>which he spent in the gin-shop, to +the young man from the City who became enamoured “with one +of the painted and powdered decoy-ducks who are on exhibition at +the premises of a notorious publican within a mile of Regent +Circus.” At first he spent a shilling or two nightly; +but he quickly found that the road to favour was at bottle of +Moët, of which his <i>inamorata</i> and her painted sisters +partook very freely. The acquaintance soon ripened under +the influence of champagne till he robbed his employer, and was +sent to Dartmoor. “He told me himself,” writes +our author, “that from the time he first went to that +tavern he never went to bed perfectly sober, and that all his +follies were committed under the influence of +champagne.”</p> +<p>Another case he mentions was even worse. At the time of +his conviction the young man of whom he writes was on the eve of +passing an examination for one of the <a name="page168"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 168</span>learned professions; but be had been +an <i>habitué</i> of the buffet of let us call it the +Royal Grill Room Theatre and a lounger at the stage door of that +celebrated establishment, and had made the acquaintance of one of +the ladies of the ballet. Under the influence of champagne +he also soon came to grief. “In the name of +God,” says the writer to young men in London, “turn +up taverns.”</p> +<p>But what is to be done? The publican, whether he keeps a +gin-palace or a refreshment bar, must push his trade. The +total number of public-houses, beershops, and wine-houses in the +Metropolitan Parliamentary boroughs is 8,973, or one to each 333 +persons. This is bad; but Newcastle-on-Tyne is worse, +having one public-house to 160 inhabitants, and Manchester has +one to every 164 inhabitants. The amount paid in +license-fees by publicans in the Metropolitan district last year +amounted to <a name="page169"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +169</span>£108,316; the total for the kingdom being +£1,133,212. But great as is the number of these +places, the trade flourishes. A licensed house in one of +the finest parts of London (Bethnal Green), lately sold for +upwards of £22,000. Another, a third or fourth rate +house in North London, sold for £18,000; other licensed +houses sell for £30,000, £40,000, £50,000, and +even more. As to the refreshment bars, it lately came out +in evidence that a partner in one of the firms most connected +with them stated his income to be £40,000 a year. It +is said one firm, whose business is chiefly devoted to +refreshment bars, pays its wine merchants as much as £1,000 +a week.</p> +<h2><a name="page170"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +170</span>VIII.—IN AN OPIUM DEN.</h2> +<p>An effort is being made by a band of British philanthropists, +of which the Rev. Mr. Turner is secretary, to put down, if not +the opium traffic, at any rate that part of it which is covered +by the British flag. Opium is to the Chinese what the quid +is to the British tar, or the gin-bottle to the London +charwoman. But in reality, as I firmly believe, for the +purpose of opening the door to all sorts of bribery and +corruption, the traffic is prohibited as much as possible by the +Chinese Government, for the ostensible object of preserving the +health and morals of the people. This task is a very +difficult <a name="page171"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +171</span>one. A paternal Government is always in +difficulties, and once we Christian people of England have gone +to war with the Chinese in order to make them take our +Indian-grown opium—a manufacture in which a large capital +is invested, and the duty of which yields the British Government +in India a magnificent revenue. It is a question for the +moralist to decide how far a Government is justified in saying to +a people: “We know so and so is bad, but as you will use +it, you may as well pay a heavy tax on its use.” That +is the practical way in which statesmen look at it, and of course +there is a good deal to be said for that view. But it is +not pleasant to feel that money, even if it be used for State +purposes, is made in a dirty manner; though I have been in +countries where the minister of the religion of holiness and +purity is content to take a part of his living from the +brothel-keeper and the prostitute. Evidently there <a +name="page172"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 172</span>are many +men as ready to take the devil’s money as was Rowland Hill +to accept the Bible at his hands.</p> +<p>But I am touching on questions not to be settled in the +twinkling of an eye, or by a phrase or two in print. +Perhaps I may best serve the cause of humanity if, instead of +saying what I think and feel, I merely content myself with +describing what I saw in the East-End of London, one Saturday +night, in this year of grace one thousand eight hundred and +seventy-five.</p> +<p>Have my readers ever been in Bluegate Fields, somewhere down +Ratcliffe Highway? The glory of the place is +departed. I am writing <i>more Americano</i>, where the +wickedest man in the town is always regarded as a hero. The +City missionary and the East London Railway between them have +reformed the place. To the outward eye it is a waste +howling spot, but it is a garden of Eden to what it was when a +policeman <a name="page173"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +173</span>dared not go by himself into its courts, and when +respectability, if it ever strayed into that filthy quarter, +generally emerged from it minus its watch and coat, and with a +skull more or less cracked, and with a face more or less +bloody.</p> +<p>“Thanks to you,” said a surgeon to a City +missionary who has been labouring in the spot some sixteen years, +and is now recognised as a friend wherever he goes, “thanks +to you,” said the surgeon, “I can now walk along the +place alone, and in safety, a thing I never expected to +do;” and I believe that the testimony is true, and that it +is in such districts the labours of the City missionary are +simply invaluable. Down in those parts what we call the +Gospel has very little power. It is a thing quite outside +the mass. There are chapels and churches, it is true, but +the people don’t go into them. I pass a great +Wesleyan I chapel. “How is it attended?” I <a +name="page174"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 174</span>ask; and +the answer is: “Very badly indeed.” I hear that +the nearest Independent chapel is turned into a School Board +school; and there is Rehoboth,—I need not say it is a hyper +place of worship, and was, when Bluegate Fields was a teeming +mass of godless men and women, only attended by some dozen or so +of the elect, who prayed their prayers, and read their Bible, and +listened to their parsons with sublime indifference to the fact +that there at their very door, under their very eyes, within +reach of their very hands, were souls to be saved, and brands to +be snatched from the burning, and jewels to be won for the +Redeemer’s crown. I can only hear of one preacher in +this part who is really getting the people to hear him, and he is +the Rev. Harry Jones, who deserves to be made a bishop, and who +would be, if the Church of England was wise and knew its dangers, +and was careful to avert the impending <a +name="page175"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 175</span>storm, +which I, though I may not live to see the day, know to be +near. But let us pass, on leaving Rehoboth, a black and +ugly carcass, on the point of being pulled down by the +navvy. I turn into a little court on my right, one of the +very few the railway has spared for the present. It may be +there are some dozen houses in the court. The population +is, I should certainly imagine, quite up to the accommodation of +the place. Indeed, if I might venture to make a remark, it +would be to the effect that a little more elbow-room would be of +great advantage to all. From every door across the court +are ropes, and on these ropes the blankets and sheets and family +linen are hanging up to dry. These I have to duck under as +I walk along; but the people are all civil, though my appearance +makes them stare, and all give a friendly and respectful greeting +to the City missionary by my side.</p> +<p><a name="page176"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 176</span>All +at once my conductor disappears in a little door, and I follow, +walking, on this particular occasion, by faith, and not by sight; +for the passage was dark, and I knew not my way. I climb up +a flight of stairs, and find myself in a little crib—it +would be an abuse of terms to call it a room. It is just +about my height, and I fancy it is a great deal darker and +dingier than the room in which a first-class misdemeanant like +Colonel Baker was confined. The place is full of +smoke. It is not at first that I take in its +contents. As I stand by the door, there are two beds of an +ancient character; between these beds is a very narrow passage, +and it is in this passage I recognise the master of the +house—a black-eyed, cheerful Chinaman, who has become so +far naturalised amongst us as to do us the honour of taking the +truly British name of Johnson. Johnson is but thinly +clad. I see the perspiration glistening on his <a +name="page177"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 177</span>dark and +shining skin; but Johnson seems as pleased to see me as if he had +known me fifty years. In time, through the smoke, I see +Johnson’s friends—dark, perspiring figures curled on +the beds around, one, for want of room, squatting, cross-legged, +in a corner—each with a tube of the shape and size of a +German flute in his hands. I look at this tube with some +curiosity. In the middle of it is a little bowl. In +that little bowl is the opium, which is placed there as if it +were a little bit of tow dipped in tar, and which is set fire to +by being held to the little lamps, of which there are three or +four on the bed or in the room. This operation performed, +the smoker reclines and draws up the smoke, and looks a very +picture of happiness and ease. Of course I imitate the bad +example; I like to do as the Romans do, and Johnson hands me a +tube which I put into my mouth, while, as I hold it to the lamp, +he <a name="page178"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +178</span>inserts the heated opium into the bowl; and, as I pull, +the thick smoke curls up and adds to the cloud which makes the +room as oppressive as the atmosphere of a Turkish bath. How +the little pig-eyes glisten! and already I feel that I may say: +“Am I not a man and a brother?” The +conversation becomes general. Here we are jolly companions +every one. Ching tells me the Chinese don’t send us +the best tea; and grins all across his yellow face as I say that +I know that, but intimate that they make us pay for it as if they +did. Tsing smiles knowingly as I ask him what his wife does +when he is so long away. Then we have a discussion as to +the comparative merits of opium and beer, and my Chinese friends +sagely observe that it is all a matter of taste. “You +mans like beer, and we mans in our country like +opium.” All were unanimous in saying that they never +had more than a few whiffs, and all <a name="page179"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 179</span>that I could learn of its effects +when taken in excess was that opium sent them off into a stupid +sleep. With the somewhat doubtful confessions of De Quincey +and Coleridge in my memory, I tried to get them to acknowledge +sudden impulses, poetic inspirations, splendid dreams; but of +such things these little fellows had never conceived; the highest +eulogium I heard was: “You have pains—pain in de +liver, pain in de head—you smoke—all de pains +go.” The most that I could learn was that opium is an +expensive luxury for a poor man. Three-halfpenny-worth only +gives you a few minutes’ smoke, and these men say they +don’t smoke more at a time. Lascar Sall, a rather +disreputable female, well known in the neighbourhood, would, they +told me, smoke five shillings-worth of opium a day. +Johnson’s is the clubhouse of the Chinese. He buys +the opium and prepares it for smoking, and they come <a +name="page180"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 180</span>and smoke +and have a chat, and a cup of tea and a slice of bread and +butter, and go back and sleep on board ship. Their little +smoking seemed to do them no harm. The City missionary says +he has never seen them intoxicated. It made them a little +lazy and sleepy—that is all; but they had done their +day’s work, and had earned as much title to a little +indulgence as the teetotaler, who regales himself with coffee; or +the merchant, who smokes his cigar on his pleasant lawn on a +summer’s eve. I own when I left the room I felt a +little giddy, that I had to walk the crowded streets with care; +but then I was a novice, and the effect would not be so great on +a second trial. I should have enjoyed a cup of good coffee +after; but that is a blessing to which we in London, with all our +boasted civilisation, have not attained. I frankly avow, as +I walked to the railway station, I almost wished myself back in +the opium den. <a name="page181"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 181</span>There I heard no foul language, saw +no men and women fighting, no sots reeling into the gutters, or +for safety shored up against the wall. For it was thus the +mob, through which I had to pass, was preparing itself for the +services of the sanctuary, and the rest of the Sabbath.</p> +<h2><a name="page182"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +182</span>IX.—LONDON’S EXCURSIONISTS.</h2> +<p>Most of my London readers know Southend. It is as pretty +a place, when the tide is up and the weather is fine, as you can +find anywhere near London. Standing on the cliff on a clear +day it is a lovely panorama which greets your eye. At your +feet rolls the noble river, to which London owes its greatness, +and on which sail up and down, night and day, no matter how +stormy the season may be, the commercial navies of the +world. On the other side is the mouth of the Medway, with +its docks and men-of-war; and farther still beyond rise those +Kentish hills of which Dickens was so fond, and on the top <a +name="page183"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 183</span>of one of +which he lived and died. Look to the right, and you see +over the broad expanse of waters and the marshy land, destined, +perhaps, at some distant day to be formed into docks and to be +crowded with busy life. Look at your left, and the old +town, with its pier a mile and a quarter long, really looks +charming in the summer sun. Or you see the shingly beach, +at one end of which—you learn by report of artillery-firing +and the cloud of blue smoke curling to the sky—is +Shoeburyness. Far away on the open sea, and on the other +side, the tall cliffs of the Isle of Sheppey loom in the +distance.</p> +<p>Lie down on the grass and enjoy yourself. What ozone +there is in the atmosphere! What brightness in the +scene! What joy seems all around! Is it not pleasant, +after the roar and bustle and smoke and dirt of London, to come +down here and watch the clouds casting their dark shadow on the +blue waters; or to follow the gulls, dipping <a +name="page184"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 184</span>and darting +along like so many white flies; or to see the feathery sails of +yachts and pleasure-boats, floating like flakes of snow; or to +mark the dark track from the funnel of yon steamer, on her way +(possibly with a cargo of emigrants, to whom fortune had been +unfriendly at home) to some Australian El Dorado—to which, +if I only knew of it, I might probably go myself—</p> +<blockquote><p> Where every man is free,<br /> +And none can be in bonds for life<br /> + For want of £ s. d.</p> +</blockquote> +<p>Well, you say, this is a fairy spot, a real Eden, where life +is all enjoyment, where health and happiness abound, if you could +live but always there. My dear sir, in a few hours such a +change will come over the spirit of the dream, such a diabolical +transformation will be effected, so foul will seem all that now +is so bright and fair, that you will flee the place, and, as you +do so, I indignantly ask, What is the use of <a +name="page185"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 185</span>British +law? and wherein consists the virtue of British civilisation? and +of what avail is British Christianity, if in broad daylight, in +the principal thoroughfares of the town, your eyes and ears are +to be shocked by scenes of which I can only say that they would +be deemed disgraceful in a land of savages? Let us suppose +it midday, and the usual excursion trains and steamboats have +landed some few thousand men, women, and children, all dressed in +their best, and determined, and very properly, to enjoy +themselves. What swarms you see everywhere! One day +actually, I am told, the railway brought as many as eleven +thousand. You say you are glad to see them; they have +worked hard for a holiday; and, shut up in the factories, and +warehouses, and workshops of the East-End, none have more of a +right to, or more of a need of, the enjoyment of a sea air. +Dear sir, you are right; and for a little while all goes on as +you <a name="page186"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +186</span>desire. The enjoyment is varied, and seems to +consist of wading up to the knees in the sea, in listening to +Ethiopian serenaders, in the consumption of oysters and apples, +in donkey-riding, in the purchase of useless ware at the nearest +caravan or booth, in being photographed, in taking a sail, or in +strolling about the beach, and, as regards the male part of the +excursionists, smoking tobacco more or less indifferent. +But unfortunately the trains do not return before seven or eight +o’clock, and of course the excursionists must have a drop +of beer or spirits to pass away the time, many of them have no +idea of a holiday, and really and truly cannot enjoy themselves +without; and the publicans of Southend lay themselves out for the +gratification of the excursionist in this respect. They +have monster taps and rooms in which the excursionists sit and +drink and make merry according to their custom. As the day +wears on the merriment becomes <a name="page187"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 187</span>greater, and the noise a little less +harmonious. The fact is, all parties—men and women +alike—have taken a drop too much; the publican begins to +feel a little anxious about his property, especially as the two +or three policemen belonging to the place—wisely knowing +what is coming, and their utter inability to cope with a drunken +mob, and the ridiculousness of their attempting to do +so—manage to get out of the way, and to hide their +diminished heads in a quieter and more respectable quarter of the +town.</p> +<p>At length quarrels arise, oaths and coarse language are heard, +and out in the street rush angry men to curse, and swear, and +fight. The women, it must be confessed, are ofttimes as bad +as the men, and I have seen many a heavy blow fall to the lot +even of the sucking babe! In the brief madness of the hour, +friends, brothers, relatives rush at each other like so many wild +beasts, <a name="page188"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +188</span>much to the amusement of the throng of inebriated +pleasure-seekers around. No one tries to interfere, as most +of the men and cardrivers, who make up the aboriginal population +of the place, evidently enjoy the disgusting spectacle. +Once I stopped four weeks in this place, and I began to tremble +at the very sight of an excursionist. I knew that the +chances were that before the day was over my little ones would +have to look on the worst of sights. I saw one powerful +fellow in three fights in the course of one day; in one he had +kicked a man in a way which made him shriek and howl for an hour +afterwards; in another case he had knocked a woman down; and I +left him on the railway platform, stripped, and offering to fight +anyone. I begged a policeman to interfere and take the +brute into custody, and in reply was told that their rule was +never to take a man into custody unless they saw the assault +committed, a thing the <a name="page189"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 189</span>Southend police very properly take +care never to do; and yet on the occasion to which I refer the +landlord of one of the best hotels in the place was in vain, for +the sake of his respectable guests, begging the police to put a +stop to the scene which he himself rightly described as +pandemonium. I must admit the police are not +inactive. There was a crowd round the beershop, from which +a man hopelessly intoxicated was being ejected.</p> +<p>“Here, policeman,” said the beershop-keeper, +“take this man away, he has insulted me.” And +the policeman complied with his request, and the poor fellow, who +was too drunk to stand upright, speedily embraces mother +earth. On another occasion a policeman displayed unusual +activity. He was after a man who had stolen actually an +oyster, and for this the policeman was on his track, and the man +was to be conveyed at the expense <a name="page190"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 190</span>of the country to Rochford +gaol. Let me draw a veil over the horrors of the return +home of an excursion train with its tipsy occupants, swearing +eternal friendship one moment while trying to tear each +other’s eyes out the next. It is bad enough to see +the excursionists making their way back to the railway station; +here a couple of men will be holding up a drunken mate, there are +flushed boys and girls yelling and shrieking like so many escaped +lunatics. Now let us retrace our steps. You can tell +by the disorder and ruin all around where the excursionists have +been, their steps are as manifest to the observer as an invading +army. Is there no remedy for this state of things? Is +a quiet watering-place, to which people go to recover health and +strength, to be at the mercy of any drunken swarms who happen to +have the half-crowns in their pockets requisite for the purchase +of an excursion ticket? Of course this is a free country, +<a name="page191"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 191</span>and the +right of a man to go to the devil his own way is a right of which +I would be the last to deprive my fellow citizens; but an +excursion train is a monster nuisance, of which our ancestors +never dreamed, and for which in their wisdom they made no +provision. Of course total abstinence is a remedy; but then +the British workman is not a total abstainer, and that is a +question which I am not about to discuss. All I want is to +call attention to what is a daily scandal in the summer-time; and +to bid good people remember—while they are talking of +heathenism abroad—that heathenism at home, which, under the +influence of strong drink threatens to destroy all that is lovely +and of good report in our midst.</p> +<p>Lest it be said that I exaggerate, that I give an erroneous +idea of the drinking customs of the working classes, let me quote +the following confession of a working man, when examined before a +coroner’s jury, as <a name="page192"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 192</span>to the way in which he had spent his +holiday last Good Friday:</p> +<p>“We went for a walk, and had two pints of beer on the +road. We got as far as the Holloway Road Railway Station, +and turned back. Deceased saw me home, and then left +me.”</p> +<p>“Did he again call on you?”</p> +<p>“Yes; at about twenty minutes to three +o’clock.”</p> +<p>“By appointment?”</p> +<p>“Yes, to go to the Alexandra Palace. We left my +place about a quarter to three o’clock, and just had time +for a drink at the public-house next door to where I am +living. We had two half-quarterns of whisky neat. I +there changed a sovereign. We then walked up the Holloway +Road, and I called on my father-in-law. He asked me to stop +to tea, but I said I was engaged to go to the Palace. +Deceased and I then got as far as The Manor House, where we had +two glasses of bitter <a name="page193"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 193</span>beer. We went on farther to +The Queen’s Head, which is the next public-house, and had +some more drink. From there we went to Hornsey, stopped at +a public-house, and had some whisky. We stopped again at +The Nightingale, and had half-a-quartern of whisky each. We +could see the Palace from where we then were, but did not know +how to get there. We inquired the way, and as we were going +along we met the deceased’s younger brother, with a lot of +other boys, and we said a few words to them. Afterwards we +went into a public-house just opposite the Palace gates, and had +either some brandy or whisky, I don’t know which. We +got chaffing with the man at the pay-office, saying that he ought +to let us in at half-price, as it was so late, but he did not do +so. We paid one shilling each to go in. We went into +the building and strolled about, looking at different things, and +had three pints of bitter ale at one of the stands. <a +name="page194"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 194</span>We then +walked about again, and afterwards had some brandy. We then +began to get rather stupefied, and after waiting about a little +longer we had some more brandy. I know we stopped at almost +every buffet there was in the Palace, and had something to drink +at each of them. The lights were being put out as we left +the Palace. Deceased had hold of my arm, and we went up to +one of the buffets for the purpose of getting some cakes, or +something to eat, but the barmaid refused to serve us. +Deceased said to me, ‘I feel rather tidy, Joe,’ so I +took hold of his arm, but in moving away we both fell over some +chairs. We left the Palace, and deceased said to me, +‘Have you got any money?’ I said, ‘Yes; +what I have got you are welcome to.’ I then gave him +a two-shilling piece, out of my purse, which he put with the +money he already had of his own. It must have been very +late then. We lost our way, but <a name="page195"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 195</span>I think I said to the deceased, +‘This is the way we came in.’ Then we both fell +down again. I don’t remember getting away from there, +or how I left deceased. I remember nothing else that took +place. I don’t know how we got on the steps of the +Grand Stand. I cannot remember seeing the boy Braybrook, +nor how I got out of the grounds, or to my own home.”</p> +<p>“You say that you were drunk?”</p> +<p>“Yes, we were both drunk, almost before we got to the +Palace.”</p> +<p>“You say that the deceased was also drunk?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“You don’t remember leaving the deceased upon the +ground?”</p> +<p>“No, I cannot remember how I got my hands cut, or the +bruise on the back of my head. I found my hat broken in the +next morning, and my wife put it right for me.”</p> +<h2><a name="page196"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +196</span>X.—ON THE RIVER STEAMERS.</h2> +<p>One fine summer day a friend agreed with me to go down the +river. Sheerness was fixed on, not on account of its +beauty, for that part near the harbour is by no means attractive, +and like most of our naval and military stations it is full of +low public-houses, which by no means add to its attractions, but +simply on account of the fact that the place could be reached and +the return journey made in the course of a day; that we could be +on the water all the while, and that we should have a pleasant +breathing space in the midst of a life more or less necessarily +of toil. For people <a name="page197"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 197</span>who cannot get away for a few weeks, +who cannot rush off to Brighton, or Margate, or Scarborough, or +Scotland for a month, it is a great treat to be able to go down +to Sheerness and back for a day in a luxurious steamer, where +everyone has elbow-room. And on the day in question it was +a treat to us all in many respects; the day was fine, the boat in +which we sailed was that favourite one the <i>Princess +Alice</i>—now, alas! a name which sends a thrill of tragic +horror through the land. To us and the public at that time +she was known merely as the safest, and fastest, and pleasantest +vessel of her class.</p> +<p>We had beautiful views of marshes well filled with cattle, and +of fields waving with yellow corn, and with hills and green +parks, and gentlemen’s seats and churches afar off; the +river with its craft great and small going up or coming down is +always a source of interesting study; and as the fine fresh <a +name="page198"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 198</span>air, to be +encountered below Gravesend, gave us an appetite, we had a good +dinner on board, well served and at a very moderate price; tea +and shrimps at a later period of the day were equally acceptable; +and many were the ladies and gentlemen who had come and found +what they sought, a pleasant outing. There were also many +little children who enjoyed themselves much, and the sight of +whose pleasure was an unmitigated enjoyment to old stagers, like +myself and my friend. Altogether it was a very agreeable +day so far as the outward passage was concerned. It was +true that there was an unnecessary demand for beer, even from the +moderate drinker’s point of view, before the dinner +hour. Bottled ale and stout may not be taken with impunity +on an empty stomach; smoking may also be carried to excess, and +as there are many persons who dislike the very smell of it, the +mixture in the <a name="page199"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +199</span>atmosphere was certainly far more than was desirable; +but on a holiday on a Thames excursion boat one must give and +take, and not be too prone to find fault. People often act +differently abroad to what they do at home; we must allow for a +little wildness on such an occasion on the part of the general +public. It is not every day a man takes a holiday. It +is not everyone who knows how to use it when he has it. To +many of us a holiday rarely comes more than once a year, and +gentlemen of my profession, alas! often do not get that.</p> +<p>Altogether we must have had at the least some seven or eight +hundred people on board. They swarmed everywhere; indeed, +at times there was little more than comfortable standing room, +and the only locomotion possible seemed to be that directed +towards the cabins fore and aft in pursuit of bottled beer.</p> +<p>In the morning we were not so crowded, <a +name="page200"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 200</span>but in the +evening we began to experience inconvenience of another +kind. It was at half-past ten <span +class="smcap">a.m.</span> that we left the lower side of London +Bridge; it was nine o’clock in the evening when we arrived +there again. All that time we had been on board the +steamer, with the exception of an hour and a half spent at +Sheerness, and all that time the demand for beer had been +incessant. I never in all my life saw such a +consumption. I remarked to a friend enough beer had been +drunk to have floated apparently the <i>Princess Alice</i> +herself. Everybody was drinking beer or porter, and the +bottles were imperial pints and held a good deal. Of course +there were music and dancing; and the girls, flushed and excited, +drank freely of the proffered beverage, each moment getting +wilder and noisier. Old ladies and old gentlemen +complacently sipped their glass. It seemed to do them no +harm. Their passions had long been extinct. They <a +name="page201"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 201</span>had long +outlived the heyday of youth. All that the beer seemed to +do for them was to give them a bit of a headache, or to make them +feel a little more tired or sleepy, that was all. On the +deck was a party of thirty or forty men who had come for a +day’s outing; decent mechanics evidently, very respectably +dressed. They kept themselves to themselves, had dined on +board together, had taken tea together, and now sat singing all +the way home, in dreadfully melancholy tones, all the old songs +of our grandfathers’ days about “Remembering those +out,” “The Maids of merry, merry England,” and +then came a yell in the way of a chorus which would have +frightened a Red Indian or a Zulu Kaffir. After every song +there was a whip round for some more beer, till the seats +underneath seemed to be choked up with empty bottles. They +were all a little under the influence of liquor, not unpleasantly +so, but placidly and stupidly; and as they <a +name="page202"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 202</span>listened +with the utmost gravity while one or another of the party was +singing, you would have thought they were all being tried for +manslaughter at least. It is true they had a comic man in +the party, with a green necktie and a billycock hat, and a +shillalagh, who did his best under the circumstances, but he had +to fight at tremendous odds, as hilarity was not the order of the +day on that part of the deck.</p> +<p>I went down into the cabin in search of it there, but was +equally unsuccessful. Every table was crammed with bottles +of beer. Opposite me was a picture indeed; a +respectable-looking man had drunk himself into a maudlin state, +from which his friends were in vain endeavouring to arouse +him. He was a widower, and was muttering something +unpleasant about <i>her</i> grave, which did not seem to accord +with the ideas of two gaily-dressed females—one of them +with a baby in her arms—who hovered around him, <a +name="page203"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 203</span>as if +desirous to win him back to life and love and duty, his male +friends apparently having got tired of the hopeless task of +making him understand that he had been brought out with a view to +being agreeable, and to spending a happy day, and that he had no +right to finish up in so unreasonable a manner. Now and +then he appealed to me, declaring that he had no friends, or +promising in reply to the playful appeal of his female friends to +be a good boy and not to give them any more trouble, that it was +no use trying. It was the women who stuck to him alone, now +and then suggesting lemonade, and then forcing him up on deck +with a view to a dance or a promenade. Some of the +passengers around, as tipsy as himself, interfered; one of them, +evidently a respectable tradesman, with his wife and children +around, requesting the widower to sing “John +Barleycorn,” assuring him that as he had lost his teeth it +would have to be sung <a name="page204"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 204</span>with a <i>false set oh</i>, a joke +which the widower could not see, and the explanation of which at +one time seemed about to end in a serious misunderstanding. +Other parties besides interfered, and the confusion became +hopeless and inexplicable. It ended in the weeping widower +wildly embracing the female with the baby, and then making a mad +rush on deck with a view to jump over—a feat, however, +which he was easily prevented from accomplishing; and as I landed +I saw the would-be suicide with his male and female friends +contemplating a visit to the nearest public-house. It was +really a melancholy spectacle, and one that ought not to have +been permitted in the cabin of a saloon steamer. Quite as +pitiable in its way was the sight of a couple who had +unwarrantably intruded into that part of the steamer which is +presumed to be kept solely for the use of those who pay +first-class fares. One of them was indeed a <a +name="page205"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 205</span>study; he +had been out for a day’s pleasure, and he showed in his +person traces of very severe enjoyment; his clothes had been +damaged in the process, and an eye had been brought into close +contact with some very hard substance, such as a man’s +fist, and the consequence was it was completely closed, and the +skin around discoloured and swollen. He had never, so he +said, been so insulted in his life, and once or twice he +reascended the stairs with a short pipe in his hand, a picture of +tipsy gravity, in order that he might recognise the ticket +collector, with a view apparently to summon him before the Lord +Mayor. His companion was a more blackguard-looking object +still. A couple of the officers attached to the ship soon +sent him forward, to mingle with a lot of men as disgusting in +appearance and as foul in language as himself, but who had sense +enough not to intrude where they had no right, and to keep their +proper places. And <a name="page206"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 206</span>thus the hours passed, and the sun +sank lower in the horizon, and we rushed up the mighty river past +outward-bound steamers on their way to all quarters of the globe, +and found ourselves once more in town. The day had been a +pleasant one had it not been for the indulgence in bottled beer, +which seems to be the special need of all Londoners when they go +up or down the river. If this state of things is to be +allowed, no decent person will be enabled to take a passage on a +river steamer on a St. Monday or a Saturday, especially if he has +ladies or children with him. It does seem hard that people +on board river steamers may drink to excess, and thus prove a +nuisance to all who are not as beery as themselves. It may +be, however, that the steam-packet companies promote this sale of +intoxicating liquor in order to promote the cause of true +temperance; if so, one can understand the unlimited activity of +the ship stewards, as it <a name="page207"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 207</span>becomes at once apparent to the most +superficial observer that he who tastes the charmed cup has</p> + +<blockquote><p> Lost +his upright shape,<br /> +And downwards falls into a grovelling swine.</p> +</blockquote> +<p>If anyone doubts this let him proceed to Sheerness in a river +steamer on a people’s day.</p> +<h2><a name="page208"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +208</span>XI.—STREET SALESMEN.</h2> +<p>That we are a nation of shopkeepers I believe, not only on the +evidence of the first Napoleon, but from what I see and hear +every day. There are few people in the City who are born +wealthy, compared with the number who do manage in the course of +a successful mercantile career to win for themselves a fair share +of this world’s goods. The other night I was spending +the evening at the West-End mansion of a City millionaire. +As I left, I asked a friend what was the secret of our +host’s success, “Why,” was the answer, <a +name="page209"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 209</span>“I +have always understood he began life with borrowing ten +shillings.”</p> +<p>If that is all, thought I to myself, it is not difficult to +make a fortune, after all. Accordingly, I negotiated a loan +of a sovereign, thinking that if I failed with ten shillings I +should be sure to succeed with double that number. At +present, I regret to say, the loan has not been so successful in +its results as I anticipated, and fortune seems as far off as +ever. Should it turn out otherwise, and my wild +expectations be realised, I will publish a book, and let the +reader know how a sovereign became ten thousand pounds. And +yet I believe such a feat has been often accomplished in the City +and by City men. Everybody knows a man who walked up to +town with twopence-halfpenny in his pocket, who lived to enjoy a +nice fortune himself, and to leave his wife and family well +provided for.</p> +<p>I met the other day in the Gray’s Inn <a +name="page210"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 210</span>Road a +master-builder, who told me that he was going to retire from +business and pass the evening of his days in quiet. I had +known the man since he was a boy. I knew his father and his +mother and all his family. If ever a fellow had a chance of +going to the bad that poor boy had. His father was a +drunkard; the poverty of the family was extreme; of schooling he +had none whatever; yet he left the little village in Suffolk +where he was born, resolved, as he told me, to be either a man or +a mouse; and fortune favoured him beyond his most sanguine +expectations. Yes, the streets of London <i>are</i> paved +with gold, but it is not everyone who has sense to see it or +strength to pick it up.</p> +<p>It is to be feared the large class who come into the streets +to deal are not of the class who mean to rise, but who have seen +better days. For instance, I often meet a porter selling +Persian sherbet in the City, <a name="page211"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 211</span>who seems to have dropped into that +situation from mere laziness. He had a fair chance of +getting on in life, but he never seems to have had pluck enough +to succeed. Another man I know held a respectable situation +as clerk; he appeared to me economical in his habits, he was +always neatly dressed, he was never the worse for liquor, nor did +he seem to keep bad company. All at once he left his +situation, and rapidly went to the dogs. For a little while +he borrowed of his friends; but that was a precarious source of +existence, and now he may be seen dealing in small articles, on +which it is to be hoped for his own sake the profits are large, +as I fear the demand for them is small. Then there are the +restless characters who take up street-selling partly because +they like to gammon the public, partly because they dislike +steady industry, and partly because I fancy they cherish +expectations of another sort. These <a +name="page212"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 212</span>are the men +who give away gold rings, who exhibit mice that have a wonderful +way of running up and down the arms, who sell gutta-percha dolls +which seem in their hands to have a power of vocalisation which +leaves them at once and for ever as soon as you have purchased +the puppet and paid for it and made it your own, who deal in +cement which will make an old jug better than new, who retail +corn-plasters which are an inevitable cure, and who occasionally +deal in powders which are a sure means of getting rid of certain +objectionable specimens of the insect tribe.</p> +<p>“But how do you use the powder?” asked a flat of a +countryman who had been deluded into the purchase of +sixpenny-worth of the invaluable powder. “How do you +use it?” repeated the purchaser.</p> +<p>“Well, you see, you catch the animal and hold him by the +back of the neck, and then when his mouth opens, just <a +name="page213"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 213</span>shove in +the powder, and he’ll die fast enough.”</p> +<p>“But,” said the countryman, “I suppose I +could kill the insect at once when I’ve caught +him?”</p> +<p>“Well,” said the salesman, “of course you +can, but the powder is, I repeat, fatal nevertheless.”</p> +<p>A little while ago there was an illustrated paper presumedly +more fitted for the moral atmosphere of New York than +London. Its chief sale, before it was suppressed by the +law, was in the streets, where, with its doubtful engravings, it +was a bit of a nuisance. Of course, the sale of Evening +<i>Hechoes</i>, and <i>H</i>extra <i>Standards</i>, is a thing +one is obliged to put up with; nevertheless, one must often +regret that so useful a trade cannot be pushed in a quieter and +less ostentatious way. The ingenious youth, who devote +themselves to the sale of a paper especially devoted to the +interests of matrimony, <a name="page214"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 214</span>are a real nuisance. How they +pester many a lad that passes with their intimation that, by the +purchase of their trumpery paper, they can secure an heiress with +a thousand a year, as if such bargains were to be had any day, +whereas, the truth is, that they are rather scarce, and +that—whether with that sum or without—matrimony is a +very serious affair. Unprotected females have to suffer a +deal of impudence from these fellows. I saw a respectable, +decently-dressed, manifest old maid, exceedingly annoyed and +shocked by one of these fellows pursuing her half way up +Cheapside, with his shouts, “Want a ’usband, +ma’am?” “Here’s a chance for you, +ma’am,” “Lots of ’usbands to be +had,” and so on, in a way which she seemed to +feel—and I quite understood her feelings—was +singularly indelicate. What an insult to suppose that any +virtuous and accomplished lady is in seed of a husband, when she +has only <a name="page215"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +215</span>to raise a finger and she has, such is the chivalry of +the age, a score of adorers at her feet!</p> +<p>The newsboys are, of course, the most prominent of our street +salesmen, and they affect the City for many reasons. In the +first place, in and around the Mansion House there is a finer +opening for business than anywhere else; and in the second place, +a City business is often a very remunerative one. City men +who have made their thousands on the Stock Exchange or elsewhere +are not particular in the matter of change; and a fourpence or a +sixpence is often the reward of the lad who is the first to rush +up to a City swell as he leaves his office with a “third +hedition of the <i>Hecho</i>” or a special <i>Standard</i> +with some important telegram. In wet weather times go very +hard with these poor fellows. On the contrary, when it is +fine, business is brisk. They rely much on sensational +telegrams. <a name="page216"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +216</span>A war is a fine thing for them, and so is a case like +that of the Claimant, or a spicy divorce case, or an atrocious +murder. It is when such things as these occur that they +flourish, and that their joy is abounding. They must make a +good deal of money, but it goes as fast as it comes. An +attempt was made to establish a news-room for these boys, and +very nice premises were taken in Gray’s Inn Lane. The +coffee and bread and butter were excellent, and the arrangements +were all that could be desired. Nevertheless the +undertaking was a failure, because it was not supported by the +class for whose benefit it was especially intended. The +news-boys did not like the confinement, the regular hours, the +decent behaviour, the cleanliness and attention to little things +required. They wanted beer and ’baccy, and other +little amusements, more in accordance with their independent +position in fife. As a rule I <a name="page217"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 217</span>fancy they are honest; they +certainly never cheat a man if they think they will be found +out. I never had any difficulty in getting my change but +once, and then I was in an omnibus, and the chances were in the +boy’s favour. What is wonderful is that they do not +meet with more accidents. How they rush after omnibuses as +they urge on their wild career! Some of them are great +radicals. “Allus reads <i>The Hecho</i> of a +Saturday,” said one of them to me, “to see how it +pitches into the haristocracy,” when the articles signed +“<span class="smcap">Noblesse Oblige</span>” were +being published. It is to be wondered at now and then that +their impertinence does not get them into grief. For +instance, to the young man who has any respect for the fair sex, +how disgusting to be told of women, good-looking, amiable and +accomplished, well-to-do, and apparently possessed of every +virtue under heaven, advertising for husbands. I suppose +<i>The Matrimonial </i><a name="page218"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 218</span><i>News</i> is a success; but, if +so, certainly that is not a pleasant sign of the times. If +people will buy it, the newsboys are not to be blamed for hawking +it about. They take up what they think the public will +buy. Last year they were retailing “The Devil,” +price one penny, and this year they have taken up <i>Town +Talk</i>, and an ingenious puzzle, called, “How to find out +Lord Beaconsfield.” I wonder some of our publishers +of real good illustrated literature do not try to push the sale +of it in this way. I think it would pay. The public +would then have the bane and the antidote side by side. Mr. +Smithies might do much to increase the sale of <i>The British +Workman</i> if he had it hawked about the streets.</p> +<p>As to the costermongers, their name is legion; and that they +are a real service to the community must be evident to anyone who +sees what their prices are and what are those of the fruiterers +in the shops. They <a name="page219"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 219</span>bring fruit within the reach of the +community. In the summer-time we naturally require +fruit. It is good for grown-up men and women, it is good +for little children. In London they have no chance of +tasting it were it not for the costermonger who floods the +streets with all that is desirable in this respect; one day he +has West India pineapples for sale; another bananas or shaddocks; +another grapes, and apples, and pears, and apricots, and +greengages, and plums. One day he deals in strawberries and +another in cherries; and then, when the autumn comes on, what a +tempting display he makes of filberts, and walnuts, and +chestnuts! The amount of fruit thus poured in upon the +market, much of which would have perished had it not been sold +off at once, is really prodigious; and infinitely indebted to him +are the poor clerks who lay in a pennyworth of apples or pears as +they leave the office for the little ones at home. At one +<a name="page220"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 220</span>time I +had a prejudice against these rough and noisy dealers; that +prejudice has vanished since I have taken to dining in the City +and indulging in “a penny lot” after dinner. +What I admire is the way in which they do up strawberries, and +cherries, and plums in little paper bags, which seem to contain +as much again as they really do. Occasionally a man gets +cheated, but that is when there is a woman in the case.</p> +<p>Oh, the flower-girls of the streets, what deceiving creatures +they are! It is not that, like the flower-girls of Paris, +they spoil a romance with pecuniary views, but it is that they +cheat you through thick and thin, and sell you camellias made of +turnips, and roses and azaleas equally fair to see and equally +false and vain. Can I ever forget my friend Dr. R. and the +little mishap that befell him when he assisted at a little +dinner—at which I had the honour to be a guest—given +by a Scotch poet to Scotch poets, and press-men, <a +name="page221"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 221</span>and +barristers, in honour of the immortal Robert Burns? +Crossing by the Mansion House, in the dim light of a winter +evening, the doctor was accosted by a handsome lass, who offered +to sell him a camellia. The lady pressed her suit, and the +doctor fell. Granite in the discharge of duty, the doctor +has a soft place in his heart, and that woman finds out at +once. It is the old tale—the woman tempted and the +doctor gave way. As he came proud and smiling into the +drawing-room, the splendour of the doctor’s camellia +arrested every eye. A near scrutiny was the result, and at +length the doctor had to confess that he had been the victim of +misplaced confidence in a London street flower-girl.</p> +<p>Then there are the men who deal in what they call pineapple +sweetmeat; their barrows are adorned with paintings representing +dimly the riches and luxuriance of the East.</p> +<p>Sunday brings with it its own peculiar <a +name="page222"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 222</span>dealers and +trades. One of the sights of poor neighbourhoods is that of +a large barrel, painted red, on wheels. At the top is a +seat for the driver; at the other end there is a small shelf on +which are placed a tray of water and a row of glasses. Some +of these glasses look like porter with a head, and are retailed +at prices varying from a penny to twopence. Outside, in +great gilt letters, I read, “The Great Blood +Purifier;” then we have another line, “Sarsaparilla, +Hilder, King’s Road, Chelsea.” Another line is +devoted to the announcement of “Dandelion and Sarsaparilla +Pills.” Another intimates that sarsaparilla is the +“Elixir of Life.” At the back, the door over +the shelf contains a portrait of apparently a fine gay person, +female of course, who has received signal benefit from the ardour +with which she has swallowed the dandelion and sarsaparilla +pills; and around her, as witnesses and approvers of <a +name="page223"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 223</span>such +conduct on her part, shines a row of stars. The salesman is +assisted by a small boy, who washes the glasses and places them +on the rack, and in other ways makes himself generally +useful. The salesman is by no means guilty of the trick of +underrating his wares. Accordingly, he lifts up his voice +like a trumpet as he deals out his pennyworths of the Elixir of +Life. In some cases he is familiar, in others +argumentative, in others bold as brass; and he gets a good many +customers. The race of fools who rush in where angels fear +to tread is by no means extinct. As I watched the poor +skinny quadruped, groggy and footsore, I felt how hard it was +that Sunday should shine no day of rest for him; but he had a +good deal more go in him than you would have imagined from his +appearance. All at once in the far distance appeared two +respected members of the City police; the gentleman with the +Elixir of Life closed his <a name="page224"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 224</span>door, jumped up into his seat, +pulled his small boy up after him, and was off like +lightening. This Arab steed could run after him.</p> +<h2><a name="page225"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +225</span>XII.—CITY NUISANCES.</h2> +<p>There are some people who are always grumbling. Hit them +high or hit them low, you can’t please them. I +don’t think I belong to that class. I like to look on +the sunny side, remembering as the poet used to say when I was a +good deal younger than I am now—</p> +<blockquote><p>’Tis wiser, better far.</p> +</blockquote> +<p>In the words of a still greater poet—</p> +<blockquote><p>I take the goods the gods provide me.</p> +</blockquote> +<p>And if the lovely Thais sits beside me, provided she does not +lay a stress upon my <a name="page226"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 226</span>head and purse (I am a married man, +and the father of a family, and always hope to behave as such), I +don’t object. He is not a wise man who quarrels with +his bread and butter; he is a fool who expects to find no thorns +amongst his roses. What I have gone through, dear +madam—for it is to the ladies I appeal—what I have +gone through, dear madam, is really astounding, at any rate to +myself. How I have survived at all is “one of those +things no fellah can understand.” Repeatedly ruin has +stared me in the face. Repeatedly have my young affections +run to waste. Repeatedly have I been crossed in love, and +tramped up and down Cheapside and Fleet Street, a blighted +being. At this very moment, if I may trust to my medical +knowledge, I am now suffering from three distinct diseases, any +one of which is mortal; and yet if you were to meet me in the +street, or have a chat with me in a quiet café over a +cigar, <a name="page227"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +227</span>or sit next me at a City dinner, you would swear that I +was one of those old fogies whom nothing troubles, without nerves +or feelings, who vegetated rather than lived in the little +tragi-comedy we call life. It may be that little personal +details are uninteresting. I admit they are not matters of +transcendent importance. You do not need master them if you +are going up for your degree, or going in for a Civil Service +examination. I mention these merely to show that I can put +up with a good deal—that I am not easily put out of the +way; and that I should be one of the last persons in the world to +call anything a nuisance, unless it were really such. Under +these circumstances, I may claim a right to be heard; and, when I +state that I have no private aim, that, laying my hand upon my +heart, my only motive is the public good, I believe that I shall +not lift up my voice in vain.</p> +<p><a name="page228"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 228</span>Well, +to waste no more words about it, of the nuisances of London it +may be said their name is legion. In the first place, there +are the streets. If you get out at Farringdon Street +Station, and walk towards the Holborn Viaduct, it is of little +use your having had your boots cleaned that morning—a +little shower of rain, and the pavement is covered with +mud. This ought not to be. Let us take another +nuisance. All at once, as you walk along, you see a chimney +vomiting forth clouds of smoke. This is a great nuisance, +especially on a fine summer day, when the atmosphere of the City +may be said to be almost clear; and this nuisance is the more +unbearable as there is a law to put it down, which law is +actually to a certain extent carried out. Let anyone take +his stand on some spot where he can get a good view around him, +and he will be sure to see some chimney, in spite of the law, +darkening the sky and poisoning the <a name="page229"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 229</span>air. Then there is the +orange-peel, which has shortened many a valuable life, and +quenched the light of many a home. Then there is the +crowded traffic of the streets, which renders all locomotion +impossible, and keeps you sitting, angry and fuming, in a cab, +when it may be you are hurrying off to save a bill from being +dishonoured, to keep an appointment with a rich aunt or uncle +from whom you have great expectations, to have a last fond look +at someone whom you dearly love. As to the disputed points +as to the pavements, I have nothing to offer. To those who +have to live and sleep in the City, asphalte, I should say, must +be the greatest boon devised by the art of man. With +asphalte you may talk pleasantly to a friend in Cheapside, you +may get a reasonable night’s sleep in St. Paul’s +Churchyard, or you may crack a joke without bursting a +blood-vessel opposite the Mansion House itself. Be that as +it may, <a name="page230"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +230</span>as the question as to the comparative merits of +asphalte, or granite, or wood will be settled by wiser heads than +mine, I say no more; but what I complain of, and what is a +nuisance to everyone, is the perpetual tinkering and repairing +always going on in the streets, and the consequent blockade for a +time of certain important thoroughfares. What with the +drainage, and the water, and the gas pipes, and the telegraph +wires, there is in most of the City ways as much bustle almost +under the street as on it, and an ominous board with a notice +from the Lord Mayor turns aside a tremendous traffic, and is a +terrible nuisance as long as it lasts. Surely this waste of +time and annoyance is, a great deal of it, unnecessary. All +that is wanted is a little more contrivance and +forethought. I was once discussing the subject with a +leading City man and an M.P., as we were travelling <a +name="page231"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 231</span>together in +a railway carriage on our way to a pleasant gathering of City +people many miles away beyond the sound of Bow Bells. +“Well,” said he, with a suggestive wink, “the +thing is easily explained; the rule is, for the surveyor’s +son to marry the contractor’s daughter, or something of +that sort, and so between them they manage to play into each +other’s hands, and always have done so.” Of +course the M.P. was joking. No one could conceive it +possible that our civic guardians, our common councilmen, our +aldermen, our City officers, would allow themselves to be imposed +on, and the public to be robbed in this way; but, alas! it is a +pity that there should be ground for such a joke, that it should +seem in any way to be founded on a fact. We are not so bad +as we were, I admit, but that is no reason why we should not be +better. Even now there are parts of <a +name="page232"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 232</span>London to +which Gay’s lines are applicable when he writes:</p> +<p>Though expedition bids, yet never stray<br /> +Where no ranged post defends the rugged way;<br /> +Here laden carts with thundering waggons meet,<br /> +Wheels clash with wheels, and bar the narrow street,<br /> +The lashing whip resounds, the horses strain,<br /> +And blood in anguish bursts the swelling vein.</p> +<p>Something like this may be met with any day when the stones +are greasy on Fish Street Hill, as the waggons turn up from +Thames Street laden with the heavy merchandise of that quarter of +the town. As I have quoted Gay, let me give another +quotation from him. In one of his fables he writes:</p> +<blockquote><p>How many saucy airs we meet<br /> +From Temple Bar to Aldgate Street.<br /> +Proud rogues who shared the South Sea prey,<br /> +And spring like mushrooms in a day,<br /> +They think it mean to condescend<br /> +To know a brother or a friend.<br /> +They blush to hear their mother’s name,<br /> +And by their pride expose their shame.</p> +</blockquote> +<p><a name="page233"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 233</span>There +are just such men as Gay wrote of to be met in our streets, and +they are a nuisance, but the law of libel, in the interest of +rogues who live by getting up bubble companies, is hard on the +press, and I prefer to quote Gay to making original remarks of my +own, remarks which may be true, which may be useful, but for +which the proprietor of any paper that would publish them would +have to pay heavily, at any rate in the way of costs.</p> +<p>Later in the day, one of the nuisances in the streets is +“Those horrid boys.” They have come home from +work, or school; they have had their tea, it is too early for +them to go to bed, their fathers and mothers don’t know +what to do with them at home, and so they loiter about the +streets, and carry on their little games in them, much to their +own satisfaction, but very much to the annoyance of everyone +else. One of their favourite amusements is to run in +groups, <a name="page234"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +234</span>like so many wild Indians or a pack of wolves, howling +and shrieking in a way very alarming. It is no use talking +to them. It is no use putting the police on after +them. The belated citizen, on his way home to the +inevitable suburb, is frightened into fits ere he reaches his +much-hoped-for haven of rest. And the small shopkeepers in +the quiet streets—which they more especially +affect—in terror rush to the door, believing either that +there is a fire, or that Bedlam has broken loose, or that the +Fenians have come. In some parts, as in Whitechapel, the +wild girls of the streets are even worse.</p> +<p>There are many local nuisances in London; one of the chief of +these is the conduct of the watermen about the landing-places +near the Custom House. Females and foreigners, who have to +take boats to the large steamers lying in the river, are +frightfully plundered in this way. These men feel that they +can rob you with impunity, and they abuse their privileges.</p> +<p><a name="page235"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +235</span>“Ah,” said one, after he had squeezed a +five-shilling piece out of a poor foreigner for rowing him a few +yards, “I’ll put up with it this time, but +don’t do it again,” as if he, the boatman, and not +the poor foreigner, had been the victim of a most atrocious +fraud. Such fellows as these should be kept honest +somehow. Who does not recollect that chapter in +“Vilette,” in which Charlotte Brontë has +recorded her waterside experiences? How she was landed by +the coachman in the midst of a throng of watermen, who gathered +around her like wolves; how she stepped at once into a boat, +desiring to be taken to the <i>Vivid</i>; how she was fleeced by +the waterman, as she paid an exorbitant sum, as the steward, a +young man, was looking over the ship’s side, grinning a +smile in anticipation of the row there would have been had she +refused to pay. I had an experience somewhat similar +myself. Perhaps I got off easily. In <a +name="page236"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 236</span>those dark +wharves on that black river, here and there lit by a distant and +dimly-burning lamp—at that midnight hour, when all good +people are in bed, it is well that there is nothing going on +worse than robbery in such a mild form. Had I been dropped +overboard, I am sure few people would have known it; and I am not +certain that I have no reason to be grateful to the lot amongst +whom I found myself that they attempted nothing of the +kind. Late at night there are many dark and lonely spots in +the City suggestive of dark deeds. In some one walks with +fear and trembling. Suspicious people have a knack of +turning up in such dark places; and the police can’t be +everywhere.</p> +<p>Then there is the water supply. It is all very well to +have a spirited foreign policy abroad, but we do want a little +common sense at home; and the sanitary state of the nation is of +the first importance. You cannot <a +name="page237"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 237</span>blame a man +that he refuses to drink bad water, and takes beer instead; and +if anything be clearer than another, it is that the water +supplied to the working man is bad; for whilst the rich man can +have his cisterns regularly cleaned out, and his water filtered, +the working man, as a rule, uses the water as he can get it, and +suffers in consequence, both in person and in pocket. Under +the influence of this state of things, it is not surprising to +find mothers refusing to allow their children to drink water on +the plea that it is bad for their health. Nor are these +mothers to be blamed. It is a fact that in England and +Wales alone upwards of eight hundred persons die every month from +typhoid fever; a disease which is now believed to be caused +almost entirely through drinking impure water. It is a fact +that in London we have little pure water to drink, the companies +are put to a great expense to filter their water, and yet <a +name="page238"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 238</span>every week +we read such reports as the following from Dr. Frankland, the +official to whom is entrusted the analysing of such matters: +“The Thames water, delivered by the West Middlesex, +Southwark, and Grand Junction Companies, was so much polluted by +organic matter as to be quite unfit for dietetic +purposes.” The other day I had to pay my water rates; +imagine my disgust at having to do so when the Government +inspector in the daily papers informed me that the water supplied +by the company was totally unfit for dietetic purposes! The +evil is no new one. It has been ventilated in every way; +and yet in London, the wealthiest city in the world, we cannot +get a cup of pure water. People can have it in Manchester +and Glasgow and New York; but in London—which claims to be +the capital of commerce, the seat of Legislation, the model +city—we have poison in the cup—as science tells us +that we cannot take <a name="page239"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 239</span>with impunity the living organisms +and fungoid growths with which London water more or less +abounds. Lately the working men met at Exeter Hall to say +that it was time to put a stop to this disgraceful state of +things. As Cardinal Manning said, if they wanted to give a +subject the slip, the proper way was to get a committee of +inquiry, and if they wanted to bury it altogether the right thing +to do was to have a Royal Commission. Action is what is +wanted. There are ten Parliamentary boroughs, and it was +proposed to hold public meetings in each of them, to form a +central committee, and thus to create a public pressure to which +Parliament would have to give way. As it is, as Sir Charles +Dilke pointed out, we have eight water companies in London who +have increased the cost of water all round without improving the +quality. What is to be asked is, that a body of men be +formed in London <a name="page240"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +240</span>to have the care of the water supply; and, as Mr. J. +Holms, M.P., pointed out, the sooner this is done the better, as +every year the companies’ properties increase in value, and +there will have to be paid to them additional compensation. +The importance of the subject was, perhaps, most pointedly +brought out by Dr. Lyon Playfair, who argued that, as in each +average individual there were 98 lb. of water to 40 lb. of flesh +and bone, he calculated that there were before him at that time +as many as 25,000 gallons of water; and if that water was impure +it must vitiate the blood and lower the health of all. We +must have, he said, a good supply of water, pure at the +source. We must have good receptacles for storing it, and +we must have a constant system of supply.</p> +<p>What great events from little causes spring! Last year a +gentleman was run over by a butcher’s cart through the +careless driving of the butcher; and finding that <a +name="page241"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 241</span>accidents +of that nature were of frequent occurrence and were increasing, +he, with other gentlemen, obtained a return of the number of +accidents from Sir Edmund Henderson, the chief of the +Metropolitan Police, which showed that, in 1878, 124 persons were +killed and 3,052 run over in the Metropolitan districts. +But this is not all. The return only showed such accidents +as came under the knowledge of the Metropolitan police. +Accordingly application was made to the Registrar-General of +Deaths, and from him it was ascertained that 237 persons were +killed by vehicles and 3,399 run over during that year in and +around London; and hence the formation of the society for the +prevention of street accidents. Further researches made by +the secretary among the London hospitals resulted in learning +that run-over cases formed the most common class of +accidents. The house surgeon of the principal hospital +wrote that <a name="page242"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +242</span>he computed there was an average of thirty +“run-over” cases a week brought there for treatment, +which, in that one hospital alone, would make 930 accidents +attended to there yearly. The result of the society’s +operations are satisfactory. At any rate this year the +returns show one death less, and a falling off in run-over cases +to the number of 517. Such decrease the society claims to +be the result of its labours, on the ground that every year +during the last ten years has showed an increase of six per +cent. If this be so, it was well that the secretary was run +over, especially as apparently he was not much hurt by the +operation. Physically he is as fine a man as you would wish +to see; and though undoubtedly the sensation at the time was not +an agreeable one, yet, if it has led to the reduction of street +accidents, how much cause have we to rejoice. It seems +almost as if Mr. Buckle were right when he questions the +beneficial effect of morality on <a name="page243"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 243</span>national progress. At any +rate, if I were a lover of paradox I would quote Mandeville to +show how private vices become public benefits. A butcher +boy recklessly ran over Mr. Keevil, and the result is a decrease +of street accidents and mortality. Statues have been +erected to men who have less benefited the public than that +butcher boy.</p> +<p>But accidents will happen, and I fear, as the Lord Mayor truly +said at the first annual meeting of the society held in the +Egyptian Hall of the Mansion House, it is to be feared most of +them are really accidents, that is, things that cannot be +prevented. The society aims to prevent accidents by +enforcing existing laws; by petitioning Parliament to amend them; +by prosecuting offenders for furious driving; by granting +donations or loans to sufferers; by compulsory carriage of a lamp +on all vehicles, trimmed and lighted after sunset; by compulsory +use of brake-power; and by stationing the society’s <a +name="page244"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 244</span>mounted and +other officers in the leading thoroughfares of the metropolis, +and other towns, to check and pursue offenders, and to enforce +the claims of the society. At its first meeting we had an +array of elderly peers and distinguished persons, that was really +overpowering. One reverend speaker looked quite pathetic, +as, with an arm in a sling, he narrated how he had been the +victim of a street accident. Let it not be thought that I +am inclined to write of the reverend gentleman and the society +with levity. I, too, have suffered. The other night +in the fog, in a street-crossing, I experienced a disagreeable +sensation on the side of my head—which fortunately nature +has made thick enough for ordinary wear and tear—and in the +gloaming found that a cab had driven up against me. +Fortunately, I escaped with a slight contusion, but it would have +been a sad thing for my small home circle had it been a serious +matter. Alas! to men every <a name="page245"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 245</span>day accidents occur that are +serious; and there are women white with terror, and children +struck dumb with an undefined sense of impending ill, as the news +comes to them that the husband and father is in the +hospital. Sometimes the agony is prolonged, as they do not +even learn that; and who can tell the bitterness as the weary +hours of the night pass away and the cold gray of morn reappears, +as the watchful ear tries to fancy in every sound of the passing +footstep the return of one never to come home more? By all +means let us, if we can, prevent street accidents. Life is +not so bright, earth is not so full of joy, that we may neglect, +when an opportunity occurs, to save one breaking heart, to +prevent one solitary tear.</p> +<p>Sir Arthur Helps, just before his death, published another of +his popular volumes, “Friends in Council,” in which +certain friends—men of the world and of high +position—are supposed to discuss the several <a +name="page246"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 246</span>problems of +the day. The scene is laid in a villa on the banks of the +Thames. The host is Sir John Ellesmere—not Mr. +Milverton. The subject is “Social Pressure,” a +subject which may certainly be said to come home to our +businesses and bosoms. The aim of all the speeches is how +we are to be comfortable; and, as citizens of this great city, as +was to be expected, London occupies the chief place in their +thoughts, is referred to in all the arguments—in short, +points the moral and adorns the tale. Milverton reads an +essay on the subject, which lays it down as an indisputable truth +that one of the greatest evils of modern life is the existence of +great towns. The metropolis is pointed out as an +illustration. First we are told the loss of animal power is +enormous. Four or five hundred horses are carried to the +knacker’s yard each week in London. After a +day’s business it is a pleasure to take a walk in the +country; but, <a name="page247"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +247</span>it is asked, Who can do that in London, where there +are, in several directions, ten continuous miles of houses? +Then, as to the pleasures of society, these are destroyed by the +immense extent of the metropolis. Even the largest houses +are not, relatively speaking, large enough for the town in which +they are situated. As regards questions of health, Dr. +Arnott, whom Sir Arthur terms one of the greatest sanitary +reformers of the age, remarked that though London is a place +where the rate of mortality is not exceedingly high, yet it is a +place where nobody except butchers’ boys enjoy perfect +health—the full state of health that they are capable of +enjoying.</p> +<p>In spite of the somewhat extreme notions of the +“Friends,” who seem to forget that men are driven +into cities by the necessity which compels most of them to earn +their daily bread, it must be admitted that in the question of +air they have hit a blot. The <a name="page248"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 248</span>first article of food, namely, fresh +air, is that which is least under the command of man. Mr. +Milverton says there is no danger of London being starved for +want of animal food. There is more and more danger every +year of its health being diminished from the want of a supply of +fresh air. It is stated, in confirmation of this fact, that +every year the hospital surgeons in London find it more difficult +to cure wounds and injuries of all kinds to the human body, on +account, it is supposed, of the growing impurity of the London +air. This bad air kills off the cows. A London cow +does not last a third part of the time one does in the +country. On this head much more might have been said. +The author might have referred to the mournful fate of the fine +cattle, who, recently, on the field of their triumph, the +Smithfield Club Show, found, not laurels and rewards, but a +grave, in consequence of the fog. We read that that famous +man, Count Rumford, used <a name="page249"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 249</span>to estimate the number of millions +of chaldrons of coals which were suspended in the atmosphere of +London, and to dwell upon the mischief which was caused to +furniture by the smoke when it descended. But there are +other special causes of injury, such as dust and chemical +emanations of all kinds. The result is that everything in +such a city as London soon loses all bloom and freshness, and, +indeed, is rapidly deteriorated. The more beautiful the +thing, the more swift and fatal is this deterioration. The +essayist calculates the injury of property in London, caused, not +by reasonable wear and tear, but by the result of the +agglomeration of too many people upon one spot of ground, as not +less than three or four millions of pounds per annum. It is +to be feared the estimate is not exaggerated.</p> +<p>There is a further illustration. Sir Rutherford Alcock, +as we all know, represented our interests in China. While +there <a name="page250"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 250</span>he +visited the Chinese Wall, and brought back two specimens from it +in the way of bricks. These bricks must have been many +centuries old, but they had kept their form and betrayed no signs +of decay in that atmosphere. Sir Rutherford put these two +bricks out in the balcony of his house in London. This was +about two years ago. One of these bricks has already gone +to pieces, being entirely disintegrated by the corrosive +influence of the London atmosphere.</p> +<p>In another way we also suffer. Certain kinds of +architecture are out of place in London, says our essayist: +“All that is delicate and refined is so soon blurred, +defaced, and corroded by this cruel atmosphere, that it is a +mockery and a delusion to attempt fine work.” There +ought to be a peculiar kind of architecture for such a +metropolis—large, coarse, and massive, owning neither +delicacy nor refinement, and not <a name="page251"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 251</span>admitting minute description of any +kind. And, again, that coarse work requires to be executed +in the hardest material, otherwise the corrosion is so great as +to cause the need for constant repair.</p> +<p>Another danger is pointed out in the following anecdote. +At a former time, when this country was threatened with an +invasion of cholera, the speaker (Milverton) was one of a +committee of persons appointed by Government supposed to have +some skill in sanitary science. “We found,” he +remarks, “that a most deadly fever had originated from the +premises of one of the greatest vendors of oysters in the centre +of the metropolis. Attached to his premises there was a +large subterranean place where he deposited his oyster shells; +this place was connected with the sewers. The small portion +of animal matter left in the under shells became putrescent; and +from the huge mass of them that had accumulated in that <a +name="page252"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +252</span>subterranean place there finally arose a stench of the +most horrible nature, which came up through all the neighbouring +gratings, and most probably into some of the neighbouring +houses.”</p> +<p>My readers need not be alarmed. Such a nuisance would +not be permitted now; and as oysters are getting dearer and +scarcer every day, it is to be questioned whether these shells +will be ever again in sufficient numbers as to form a putrid and +pernicious heap. But that the air is polluted by noxious +substances and trades is one of the greatest and most pressing +evils of the ever-threatening perils of such a Babylon as that in +which we live. We suggest, advisedly, the removal of all +noxious trades from London, in spite of all that the political +economists can say to the contrary. This, however, is of +course but a small part of the question. The main object is +to see what can be done to render <a name="page253"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 253</span>this vast agglomeration of animate +and inanimate beings less embarrassing and injurious. The +first thing that must occur to almost every mind is the necessity +for preserving open spaces, and even of creating them, a +necessity of which the Corporation of London is at any rate +aware.</p> +<p>There is more of novelty in the following: “Another evil +of great towns is noise. There is the common proverb that +half the world does not know how the other half lives, which, +perhaps, would be a more effective saying if the word +‘suffers’ were substituted for +‘lives.’ It is probable that there is no form +of human suffering which meets with less sympathy or regard from +those who do not suffer from it, than the suffering caused by +noise. The man of hard, healthy, well-strung nerves can +scarcely imagine the real distress which men of sensitive nerves +endure from ill-regulated noise—how they literally quiver +and shiver <a name="page254"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +254</span>under it. Now, of course, the larger the town, +the more varied and the more abundant is the noise in it. +Even the domestic noises are dreadful to a man of acute nervous +sensibility.”</p> +<p>In the City we have done much to remove this evil. The +asphalte pavement has wrought wonders; the police have been also +efficacious in putting a stop to some of our roughest and most +discordant cries; and yet there is a volume of noise, ever rising +up and filling the air, which must shorten many a life, and which +must be a permanent source of misery. There are few of us +who have not realised what Sir Arthur Helps describes as the +terrors and horrors of ill-regulated noise, or have not wondered +that so much intellectual work is done so well as it is in these +great cities. Now that Sir Arthur has called attention to +the subject, it may be other people will think it worth +consideration.</p> +<p><a name="page255"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +255</span>Damascus and Babylon are referred to for the purpose of +drawing a comparison to the disadvantage of London. +Babylon, we are told, had in its densest parts what is deficient +in London. Babylon contained within its walls land +sufficient for agricultural purposes, to enable the inhabitants +of the city to be fed by those resources during a siege. +Well, of course, that is quite out of question as regards +London. Then comes Damascus, which, “from the +presence of large gardens, forms a most pleasing contrast to +London and other large cities;” but Damascus has the +plague, and that London, with all its magnitude, escapes. +Then we are told London is built so badly that were it to be +abandoned by its population it would fall during that time into a +state of ruin which would astonish the world. This, it is +to be feared, is true of the suburbs, where builders are allowed +to scamp their work just as they please, but <a +name="page256"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 256</span>certainly +cannot be said of the City, where there is proper superintendence +and most vigilant care. Another evil to which the +“Friends” refer, is the absence of raised buildings, +partially covered in, which should enable those in the +neighbourhood to take exercise with freedom both from bitter +winds and driving rains; in fact, an elevated kind of +cloister—where it is suggested recreation and amusement +might be provided, especially of a musical kind. It is to +be feared space is too valuable for this in the City; and, until +our roughs are educated under the new School Board, we know no +part of the metropolis where such a thing is practicable, even +though, as hinted, the attractions of such a place would +counteract those of the gin palace. There was a Piazza in +Regent Street, which was removed on account of the shelter it +gave to improper characters. One suggestion is made, which +is really <a name="page257"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +257</span>practicable, and which would be a great boon to +Londoners. Ellesmere wishes that he were a Lord of the +Woods and Forests, as, if he were, he would add to Kew Gardens +the eight hundred acres now lying waste between them and +Richmond; he wants a vegetable-garden there, and a +recreation-ground for the people, and the ground, he argues, is +admirably adapted for such purposes.</p> +<p>Ah! these poor Londoners. They fare but poorly at the +hands of the “Council.” “Hail a cab in +any part of London where there is a large stream of passers-by, +you will observe that several grown-up persons and a large number +of boys will stop to see you get in the cab. That very +commonplace transaction has some charm for them—their days +being passed in such continuous dulness.” Thus, says +one speaker: “At Dresden or Munich, on their holidays, the +whole population flock out to some beautiful <a +name="page258"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 258</span>garden a +mile or two from the town, hear good music, imbibe fresh air, and +spend only a few pence in those humble but complete +pleasures;” and then this picture is contrasted with that +of the head of the family here, who spends his holiday at the +neighbouring gin-palace round the corner. Certainly this is +a very unfair comparison, as anyone knows who visits our public +gardens and parks and health resorts on the occasion of a +national holiday. There is another picture, which it is to +be feared is more common. It tells of a sanitary reformer +who noticed how a young woman who had come from the country and +was living in some miserable city-court or alley, made, for a +time, great efforts to keep that court or alley clean. But +gradually, day by day, the efforts of that poor woman were less +and less vigorous, until in a few weeks she became accustomed to +and contented with the state of squalor which surrounded her, <a +name="page259"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 259</span>and made no +effort to remove it. It is true, as Milverton remarks: +“We in London subside into living contentedly amidst dirt, +and seeing our books, our pictures, our other works of art, and +our furniture become daily more dirty, dusty, and +degenerate.”</p> +<p>Our grandfathers lived in the City, and were glad to do +so. It is a pity one has to waste so much time travelling +backward and forward between one’s shop and country house, +and office and one’s home, but if you can’t get fresh +air in the City—if you can’t rear children in its +atmosphere—if its soot is fatal to your health—if its +fogs carry one off to a premature grave—if its noises wear +out your nerves—one has no alternative. Is it a dream +to look forward to a time when beggars and rogues shall disappear +from its streets—when it shall be the home of a peaceful, +virtuous, and enlightened community—when in the summer-time +as you look up you will be able to see the sun—<a +name="page260"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 260</span>when you +will be able to drink pure water—when, within the sound of +Bow Bells, you shall be able to live to a good old age—and +when, on the Sabbath, its churches and chapels, now empty of +worshippers, shall be filled with devout men and women? Or +is it to go on daily becoming more gorgeous to the eye and more +desolate to the heart? Alas! it seems nothing but a deluge +can save the City, and as much now as ever the wearied citizen +will have to sing:</p> +<blockquote><p>Oh, well may poets make a fuss<br /> +In summer time, and sigh <i>O rus</i>.</p> +</blockquote> +<p>And ask,</p> +<blockquote><p>What joy have I in June’s return?<br /> +My feet are parched; my eyeballs burn;<br /> +I scent no flowery gust.<br /> + But faint the flagging Zephyr springs,<br /> + With dry Macadam on its wings,<br /> +And turns me dust to dust.</p> +</blockquote> +<h2><a name="page261"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +261</span>XIII.—OUT OF GAOL.</h2> +<p>“Shall I wait to bring you back, sir?” said a +cabman to me the other morning, as he landed me at an early hour +before the gloomy pile, which has hitherto been known as the +Middlesex House of Correction, placed, as my readers may know +well, on Mount Pleasant, just out of Gray’s Inn Road. +On a dull, dreary morning, it is anything but pleasant, that +Mount, in spite of its name, and yet I dismissed the cabman and +got out into the street, not to enjoy the view, or to inhale the +raw fog, which threw a misty gloom over everything, nor even to +admire the architecture of the substantial plain <a +name="page262"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +262</span>brick-wall-order of the building, which, erected in +1794, and greatly enlarged since, occupies no less than nine +acres, and was devoted to the maintenance of a thousand male +persons belonging to the small but thickly-inhabited county of +Middlesex. Government, in its wisdom, has altered all that, +and it is not exactly clear to what purposes the Middlesex House +of Correction will be applied in the future, or to whom it will +belong. Imperialism requires centralisation, and thus it is +local government gradually disappears.</p> +<p>But I am not standing out here in the raw gloomy November +morning to write a political disquisition which few will read, +and which they will forget the next minute, but I am come to see +the prisoners released from gaol. There is a little mob +outside, who stand close, apparently to keep each other warm, and +who regard me evidently with not a little suspicion as I light up +a cigar to <a name="page263"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +263</span>keep the cold out and prepare for the worst. +Every now and then a “Favourite” omnibus rumbles past +with its load of clerks and warehousemen to their places of +business, while a perpetual stream of pedestrians, aiming at the +same destination, passes on. Evidently, they regard us with +pity, and one sees that in the casual glance, even if there be no +language escaping from the lips. It does not seem to me +that we are a very showy lot. A little way off a dark and +dingy brougham drives up as if it were ashamed of the job and +only put in an appearance under protest, as it were; but all +around me are wretchedly poor, and chiefly of the costermonger +class, whose language is more expressive than refined. +There are sorrowful women in the group—mothers who have +come for sons who have been, not to put too fine a point on it, +unfortunate; wives with babies in their arms, perhaps born since +the husband was in “trouble,” <a +name="page264"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 264</span>and sisters +who wait to take their brothers where they can have something +better than prison fare and a lighter life than that which exists +within the four walls of a prison. Some of the women are to +be pitied—one, in a widow’s garb, with a tear-stained +face, particularly attracts my attention. She has brought +all her family with her as she comes to take back from the hands +of justice her erring son, who, let us hope, may yet live to be a +comfort to the poor mother, who evidently needs it so much; and +who, perhaps, reproaches herself that she has been a little to +blame in the matter. It is hard work to train up young +ones, whether they be rich or poor; but the children of the +latter in the filthy lodging-houses in low districts have little, +alas! to lead them right, and much in the way of precept and +example to lead them wrong. With Board schools to teach +honesty is the best policy, we may expect better things in <a +name="page265"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 265</span>the days to +come; and, if that be done, I feel certain the Board will have +deserved well of the country; if it fails in imparting that +higher instruction which some of its leading members seem to +think the one thing needful, and to be gained for the poor +man’s child at any cost to the unfortunate ratepayer of the +class immediately above. But this is a digression—and +it only helps to pass away the time which here this cold, raw +morning appears to have quite forgotten to fly. It seems to +me an age since I heard the neighbouring chimes indicate that it +was a quarter to nine, and now at length they strike nine, and +still the big gates are closed, and we are silent with +expectation—as if, at least, we expected the arrival of a +Lord Mayor or a Prince of Wales. A few policemen have now +come up to keep the crowd back, whilst a quiet, respectable, +unassuming individual comes to the gate, ready to give each +prisoner a ticket to a little <a name="page266"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 266</span>breakfast in a Mission Hall close +by. Mr. Wheatley, the individual referred to, has his heart +in the work, and I see he has friends and assistants in the +crowd, such as Mr. Hatton, of the Mission Hall in Wylde Street, +and others. In a few minutes they will be hard at work, for +the big gates suddenly are wide apart, and a couple of lads +appear with a smile on their pale countenances, for they are +free. Face to face with the crowd outside they seem a +little amazed, and scarce know which way to turn. Mr. +Wheatley gives them a card of invitation, and Mr. Hatton and his +friends outside follow it up with pressing remarks, which lead +them to march off to a neighbouring Mission Hall. Again the +doors are closed, and we are silent. Then the gates fly +apart, and out come two or three more, who seem to wish to slink +away without being remarked by anyone. However, a little +pale-faced girl cries, “Charley!” in a soft trembling +voice, <a name="page267"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +267</span>and Charley looks, and as the girl leaves the rank he +takes her hand, and goes his way rejoicing. A big +bullet-headed fellow has no cap as he comes out, and a friend in +the crowd chucks him one, which he puts on his head, and is soon +lost to sight. Another one appears at the gate, and a pal +comes up to him, and offers him a pipe, which he straightway +begins to smoke, with a gusto easier imagined than +described. One old man as he hobbles out refuses the +proffered card, saying that he was quite wicked enough, and did +not want none of that. Evidently he is a hardened sinner, +and I fear the chaplain has found him rather a bad subject. +One man, a bit of a wag, creates a laugh, as, looking at the +women in the crowd, he calls out, “Come along, my +dears,” and away he goes to his own place.</p> +<p>Again there is another pause, and then a respectable-looking +man makes his appearance. Suddenly his wife clasps his +hand, <a name="page268"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +268</span>and leads him off. There is irrepressible emotion +in her face, though she does not say a word, nor he either. +It does not seem to me that he is a hardened criminal, and he may +yet retrieve the blot on his character. Order again +prevails, and a voice out of the middle of the gate asks if +anyone is waiting for Jones and Robinson. That means Jones +and Robinson have behaved well—have earned a little money, +which is to be handed over to their friends. And thus half +an hour passes away, and as I look at the crowd I see that it has +partly changed, and is composed more of casual street boys and +pedestrians who have stopped to look. I miss almost all the +women who were there an hour ago, and most of the costermonger +class have disappeared, though a few still linger on. The +voice from the closed doors says that there are no more to come +out to-day, and slowly the crowd melts away. Some are +evidently sad. They had expected <a +name="page269"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 269</span>a father, a +brother, a husband, and now they have to wait awhile. On +our right, as we make our way to Gray’s Inn Road, there is +a little Mission Hall, and I turn in. Already the place is +full, and as the gas falls on their faces as they devour the +morning meal provided for them by Mr. Hatton and his friends, it +seems to me that I never saw a more ill-favoured lot. There +was not a pleasant face among them—not a man or a lad that +I would have cared to set to work in my garden or house; and as +to their poverty, that was indescribable. These are the men +whom none had come to meet—the waifs and strays, without +money or friends or work, with that defiant scowl which denotes +how low the man has sunk, and how little it matters to him +whether he spend his days in the workhouse or the gaol. Mr. +Wheatley talks kindly to them, and after singing—not by +them, for they all sit glum and silent—Mr. Hatton prays, +and the meeting is <a name="page270"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +270</span>over. A good many then come forward to sign the +pledge, and I leave them as they explain their position and their +need. I see Mr. Wheatley gives a few a trifle; but a +trifle, alas! won’t keep a man in London long out of +gaol.</p> +<h2><a name="page271"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +271</span>XIV.—IN A GIPSY CAMP.</h2> +<p>The other day I was witness to a spectacle which made me feel +a doubt as to whether I was living in the nineteenth +century. I was, as it were, within the shadow of that +mighty London where Royalty resides; where the richest Church in +Christendom rejoices in its abbey and cathedral, and its hundreds +of churches; where an enlightened and energetic Dissent has not +only planted its temples in every district, but has sent forth +its missionary agents into every land; where the fierce light of +public opinion, aided by a press which never slumbers, is a +terror to them that do evil, and a praise to them that <a +name="page272"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 272</span>do well; a +city which we love to boast heads the onward march of man; and +yet the scene before me was as intensely that of savage life as +if I had been in a Zulu kraal, and savage life destitute of all +that lends it picturesque attractions or ideal charms. I +was standing in the midst of some twenty tents and vans, +inhabited by that wandering race of whose origin we know so +little, and of whose future we know less. The snow was on +the ground, there was frost in the very air. Within a few +yards was a great Board school; close by were factories and +workshops, and the other concomitants of organised industrial +life. Yet in that small area the gipsies held undisputed +sway. In or about London there are, it is calculated, some +two thousand of these dwellers in tents. In all England +there are some twenty thousand of these sons of Ishmael, with +hands against everyone, or, perhaps, to put it more truly, with +everyone’s hands against them. <a +name="page273"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 273</span>In +summer-time their lot is by no means to be envied; in winter +their state is deplorable indeed.</p> +<p>We entered, Mr. George Smith and I, and were received as +friends. Had I gone by myself I question whether my +reception would have been a pleasant one. As gipsies pay no +taxes they can keep any number of dogs, and these dogs have a way +of sniffing and snarling anything but agreeable to an unbidden +guest. The poor people complained to me that no one ever +came to see them. I should be surprised if anyone did; but +Mr. George Smith, of Coalville, is no common man; and having +secured fair-play for the poor children of the +brick-fields—he himself was brought up in a +brick-yard—and for the poor and sadly-neglected inmates of +the canal boats, he has now turned his attention to the +gipsies. His idea is—and it is a good one—that +an Act of Parliament should be passed for their benefit, +something similar to <a name="page274"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 274</span>that he has been the means of +carrying for the canal and brick-field children. In a paper +read before the Social Science Congress at Manchester, Mr. Smith +argued that all tents, shows, caravans, auctioneer vans, and like +places, used as dwellings, should be registered and numbered, and +under proper sanitary arrangements, with sanitary inspectors and +School Board officers in every town and village. Thus in +every district the children would have their names and attendance +registered in a book, which they could take with them from place +to place, and, when endorsed by the schoolmaster, it would show +that the children were attending school. In carrying out +this idea, it is a pity that Mr. Smith should have to bear all +the burden. As it is, he has suffered greatly in his pocket +by his philanthropic effort. At one time he had a well-paid +situation, which he had to relinquish, as he declined to keep +silence when the wrongs of the children of <a +name="page275"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 275</span>the +brick-yards were to be proclaimed and redressed. He not +only did this, but he parted with what little property he had +rather than the battle should be lost; and I am glad to see that +a George Smith Fund has been formed, of which Lord Aberdeen is +chairman; and as Mr. Smith is now without business or occupation, +or means of livelihood, if I had five pounds to +spare—which, alas! I have not—I know where it would +go. As to the gipsies, they evidently hail Mr. Smith as a +friend in need and a friend indeed.</p> +<p>It is no joke, going into a gipsy yard, and it is still less +so when you go down on your hands and knees and crawl into the +gipsy’s wigwam; but the worst of it is, when you have done +so there is little to see after all. In the middle, on a +few bricks, is a stove or fireplace of some kind. On the +ground is a floor of wood-chips, or straw, or shavings, and on +this squat some two or three big, <a name="page276"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 276</span>burly men, who make linen-pegs and +skewers, and mend chairs and various articles, the tribe, as they +wander along, seek to sell. The women are away, for it is +they who bring the grist to the mill, as they tell fortunes, or +sell their wares, or follow their doubtful trade; but the place +swarms with children, and it was wonderful to see with what +avidity they stretched out the dirtiest little hand imaginable as +Mr. Smith prepared to distribute some sweets he had brought with +him for that purpose. As we entered, all the vans were shut +up, and the tents only were occupied, the vans being apparently +deserted; but presently a door was opened half-way, and out +popped a little gipsy head, with sparkling eyes and curly hair; +and then another door opened, and a similar spectacle was to be +seen. Let us look into the van, about the size of a tiny +cabin, and chock full, in the first place, with a cooking-stove; +and then with shelves, with <a name="page277"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 277</span>curtains, and some kind of bedding, +apparently not very clean, on which the family repose. It +is a piteous life, even at the best, in that van; even when the +cooking-pot is filled with something more savoury than cabbages +or potatoes, the usual fare; but the children seem happy, +nevertheless, in their dirty rags, and with their luxurious heads +of curly hair. All of them are as ignorant as Hottentots, +and lead a life horrible to think of. I only saw one woman +in the camp, and I only saw her by uncovering the top and looking +into the tent in which she resides. She is terribly poor, +she says, and pleads earnestly for a few coppers; and I can well +believe she wants them, for in this England of ours, and +especially in the outskirts of London, the gipsy is not a little +out of place. Around us are some strapping girls, one with +a wonderfully sweet smile on her face, who, if they could be +trained to domestic service, would have a far happier life than +they can ever <a name="page278"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +278</span>hope to lead. The cold and wet seem to affect +them not, nor the poor diet, nor the smoke and bad air of their +cabins, in which they crowd, while the men lazily work, and the +mothers are far away. The leading lady in this camp is +absent on business; but she is a firm adherent of Mr. George +Smith, and wishes to see the children educated; and as she is a +Lee, and Lee in gipsy annals takes the same rank as a Norfolk +Howard in aristocratic circles, that says a good deal; but then, +if you educate a gipsy girl, she will want to have her hands and +face, at any rate, clean; and a gipsy boy, when he learns to +read, will feel that he is born for a nobler end than to dwell in +a stinking wigwam, to lead a lawless life, to herd with +questionable characters, and to pick up a precarious existence at +fairs and races; and our poets and novelists and artists will not +like that. However, just now, by means of letters in the +newspapers, and engravings <a name="page279"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 279</span>in the illustrated journals, a good +deal of attention is paid to the gipsies, and if they can be +reclaimed and turned into decent men and women, a good many +farmers’ wives will sleep comfortably at night, especially +when geese and turkeys are being fattened for Christmas fare; and +a desirable impulse will be given to the trade in soap.</p> +<h2><a name="page280"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +280</span>XV.—THE STREET BOYS OF LONDON.</h2> +<p>One of the comic sights of the City is that of a guardian of +the streets making an attack upon a bevy of small boys, who are +enjoying themselves in their own wild way in some quiet corner +sacred to the pursuits of trade. It may be that the ragged +urchins are pretending to be engaged in business, but X. Y. Z. +knows better, and, remembering that order is heaven’s first +law, and that the aim of all good men and true is to make London +as much as possible like the New Jerusalem, he dashes in amongst +the chaotic mob in the vain hope that he shall be able to send <a +name="page281"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 281</span>them about +their business. Alas! London in one respect resembles a +place not mentioned in ears polite, in that it is paved with good +intentions. X. Y. Z. is a case in point. In a fair +field the chances would be in his favour. He has long legs, +he is well made, he has more than an average amount of bone and +muscle, but he is not fairly matched. Indeed, he is as much +out of his element in the contest as a bull in a china +shop. He can’t dodge under horses’ bellies; he +can’t crawl between the wheels of an omnibus or railway +waggon; he can’t hide his portly form behind a letter +pillar; and his pursuit is as vain as that of a butterfly by a +buffalo; and generally he does but put to rout the juvenile mob, +and resolve it into its component parts only for a time. It +is not always so. A. B. C. comes to the aid of X. Y. Z., +and captures the small boy, who, to avoid Charybdis, falls a prey +to Scylla, and then the precious prize is borne away before <a +name="page282"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 282</span>the bench, +and Old Jewry rejoices, for there is one little pest the +less. Of course the policeman is right. He does what +I could not do. I am not a millionaire, but it would +require a very handsome sum to get me to go boy-hunting down +Cheapside or in any of its adjacent streets. X. Y. Z. has +less sense of incongruity than I have, or he sees the eternal +fitness of things from a different point of view. Let me +observe here the boy has also a standpoint differing from +either.</p> +<p>Let me take a single case. Jack Smith, as we will call +him, was the son of a Scotch piper. He was born—or he +has heard his mother say so—in one of the vast number of +the courts that lead out of the Strand. His father was in +the army, but on his discharge took to playing in the streets and +in public-houses for his living till his death a few years +back. As to his mother—hear this, ye sentimentalists +who say pretty things <a name="page283"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 283</span>about a mother’s +love!—she deserted the boy, and left him to shift for +himself. He took, of course, to selling lights and +newspapers. When he got money he lodged in the Mint, when +he had not, he slept in the barges off Thames Street. At +last one morning he was caught by a policeman, and hauled before +the Lord Mayor. The latter let him off that time, but +warned the boy that if he were caught again it would be the duty +of society to send him to gaol. What can such a boy think +of society? Will he be very grateful for its kindness, or +very anxious for its welfare? I think not. London, it +is calculated, contains ten thousand of these shoeless, homeless, +friendless, forsaken, ragged, unwashed, uncombed young urchins of +doubtful antecedents. It is difficult to trace their +genealogies, and it is still more difficult to understand why +they ever came into existence at all. They are not a +blessing either to father or mother, <a name="page284"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 284</span>and as a rule may be said to deny +the existence of parental authority altogether. +“Mother dead; father gone for a soldier—a +sailor”—as the case may be—is the common result +of all inquiry; and, when it is not so, when father and mother do +“turn up”—“turn up” from the +nearest gin-shop, all redolent of its perfume—it is not +always to the boy’s advantage. Solomon says, +“Foolishness is bound up in the heart of a child;” he +might have said the same of many who are not children; and what +is to be expected of a boy who is born and bred, as it were, in +the streets of London? I have known wise fathers have +foolish sons. I have seen the children of what are called +pious people go astray. In the very city of London many are +the ministers’ and clergymen’s sons who kick over the +traces. The crop of wild oats sown by some of these young +fellows is really astonishing. It was only the other day +that the son of the foremost <a name="page285"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 285</span>baronet in Evangelical circles, the +last scion as it were of a noble house, stood trembling at the +bar of the Old Bailey. But these children of the gutter +have never had a chance of going right. No mother has +watched their every step—no father has held up to them a +living example of truth and integrity and right—no teacher +has waited the dawning of their young intellect—no +Christian minister has moulded and guided the workings of their +young hearts—the atmosphere in which they live and move and +have their being as of poverty and crime. Mostly they run +away from home, the home of the thief and the harlot and the +drunkard, and what they learn they learn in the back streets of +Whitechapel, in the filthy courts of Drury Lane, in the purlieus +of St. Giles. Like perpetuates its like. The seed of +the serpent is always venomous; the tiger’s cub is always +thirsting for blood. There are <a name="page286"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 286</span>gutter children in London who have +risen to be merchant princes, but they have come of an honest +good family stock. As to those of whom I write, there is a +curse on them from their very birth. Happily for them, they +are unconscious of it, and yet in some undefined way it treads +upon their steps. Like Gray’s naughty schoolboys:</p> +<blockquote><p>They hear a voice in every wind,<br /> + And catch a fearful joy.</p> +</blockquote> +<p>As I say, they are secretly conscious of a war between +themselves and all that is deemed respectable. They feel +that society, in the shape of the policeman, has its eye upon +them. They have very restless eyes and very restless +legs. They are as unlike the primitive ploughboy of the fat +fields of Suffolk, of the swamps of Essex, of the fens of +Lincolnshire, of the Sussex Downs, as can well be imagined. +You can scarcely fancy they belong to the same species; yet, at +the <a name="page287"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 287</span>same +time, the street boy of the city is the same all the world +over. In Paris, in London, in Edinburgh, in Dublin, and +Belfast, the dirty little ragged rascals are intrinsically one +and the same—barring the speech. It is wonderful this +oneness of sentiment, the bonds of brotherhood. The other +day, on the pier at Boulogne, I lit a fusee for the purpose of +having a smoke. Before I could say Jack Robinson, I was +beset with hordes of ragged, shoeless, unwashed urchins, just the +same as those you see in Cheapside; and it was only by bribery +and corruption that I could emancipate myself. In London, +as is to be expected, we have more of the commercial element; +there is less freedom for them here. They must turn +traders, and hawk <i>Echos</i> and cigar-lights, or sweep +crossings. As to miscellaneous and irregular talent, +society fosters it no more in the ragged boy than it does in the +well-clad man, and so we have <a name="page288"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 288</span>got rid of the Catherine-wheel +business and dangerous gymnastics of that kind. Many boys +have the vices of their breed—the vices engendered by a +life of poverty and of fear. They are afraid to be honest +in their answers. They are afraid, when you talk to them, +you have got some end in view. They will watch you, when +you question them, to see how they can best please you. If +you want to see what they are, catch them flattening their noses +against the eating-house shop windows just about pudding +time. That’s human nature, and a wonderful thing is +human nature. It would be well if society would take the +trouble to recognise that fact. It was the want of the +recognition of that fact in the good old times, when wild +lawlessness was tempered with Draconian severity, that has +entailed on the present generation the difficult problem as to +what is to be done with our street boys.</p> +<p><a name="page289"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 289</span>Two +solutions of the problem are offered us—the Reformatory +School and the Refuges for Homeless and Destitute Children. +According to our statisticians, in the former seventy per cent. +are reclaimed and reformed. According to the latter, eighty +per cent. are similarly improved. Mr. Williams, of Great +Queen Street, claims for his institutions that they have an +advantage over the reformatories, inasmuch as the taint of a +prison attaches to the former; and that the fact of a boy having +been an inmate of one of them exerts very often a most +unfavourable influence over his prospects in life, however +desirous he may be of acting honestly and industriously. +For years and years he becomes marked, and is treated with more +or less suspicion; and, when this is the case, it is not to be +wondered at if he returns to a life in which the standard of +action is very different to that of good society, and in which +the most successful criminals are the <a name="page290"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 290</span>most highly envied and +applauded. The returns of the Great Queen Street Refuge +show, however, much may be done to cure the evils arising from +suffering the street boys of our day to ripen under the +devil’s guidance into depravity and crime. Last year, +there were admitted there 445 boys, as follows: From various +casual wards and other night-shelters, 63; on the application of +parties interested in their welfare, 95; on their own +application, 98; sent in by the secretary and subscribers from +the street, 76; brought in by the boys’ beadle (that is, a +person employed to hunt up needy cases), 17; sent by magistrates +and policemen, as being utterly destitute, 17; sent by London +City missionaries, ragged-school teachers, and others, 44; +readmitted from the ship, 60; sent from Newsboys’ Home, +29. The benefit of such an agency is still more apparent +when we remember that it is <a name="page291"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. 291</span>not much more than five years since +the <i>Chichester</i> training-ship has been established, and +that during that time, upwards of one thousand boys have been +placed on board, and in little more than four years and a half +the committee have trained and placed out in the Mercantile +Marine and Royal Navy as many as seven hundred boys, all of whom, +it is to be remembered, were bound to be, from necessity, as it +were, the criminal classes of society. But, after all, this +is but a drop in the bucket. It is something to do; it is a +great deal to do. England requires good sailor lads; and +these lads generally, according to the testimony of their +masters, turn out such. At Farningham, the secretary, Mr. +A. O. Charles, will show you any day three hundred street arabs +all growing respectable. England is already overstocked +with incapables and scoundrels; and these boys would have <a +name="page292"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 292</span>been such +had not kindly hearts and friendly hands come to the +rescue. That they can be trained and made useful we see in +the number of well-conducted blacking boys, of whom, I believe, +the number is three hundred and sixty-two, and in the little +scavengers who pursue their calling almost at the very peril of +their life. In 1851 the first Shoe-black Society was +formed. There are now eight, and last year the earnings of +the boys amounted to upwards of £11,000. Only think +of all this money made by London mud!</p> +<p>Clearly the street boy can be elevated in the scale of +being. The vices of his early life may be eradicated. +The better part of him may be strengthened and called into +existence. He is not all bad, nor altogether +incurable. He is what you and I might have been, good or +bad, had we been left to ourselves. It is hard work winning +him <a name="page293"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +293</span>over. It requires a patience and a wisdom such as +only a few possess, but it can be done, and it must be done, if +the future of our country is to be brighter and better than its +past. Ah, he is very human, that little unwashed, uncombed, +unfed, untended nobody’s child. Leave him alone, and +he will be cunning as a serpent, cruel as a wolf, like a roaring +lion, ever hungering for its prey. Grown up to a man, and +not hung, he will cost the State a great deal of money, for no +man wastes property like the thief, and to try him and shut him +in prison is very costly work. It is infinitely cheaper to +make an honest man of him. For ten pounds you may plant him +with a Canadian settler, who will make a man of him, in a very +few years. At any rate it is unwise to treat him unkindly, +to keep him moving on, to chivy him for ever along the streets, +much to the disgust of old ladies, who are <a +name="page294"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 294</span>always +“dratting” those horrid boys. It is to be +feared their number is on the increase, and this, I regret to +write, is the testimony of one who ought to know. What is +the reason? My informant tells me it is diminished parental +authority. Every day, mothers and fathers come to him with +boys of tender years, whom they declare to be utterly +unmanageable. Another cause undoubtedly is our cheap and +trashy literature. Recently, a great newsvendor stated +before a committee of the House of Commons, that he sold weekly +one hundred of “The Black Monk,” one hundred of +“Blighted Heart,” five hundred and fifty of +“Claude Duval,” fifty of “The Hangman’s +Daughter,” and three hundred and fifty of “Paul +Clifford.” If you want to see what these boys read, +visit Kent Street or the New Cut. Look at the sensational +pictures of the cheap illustrated journals, in which murder, +suicide, <a name="page295"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +295</span>and crime are the staple commodities treated of. +Read some of the journals professedly written for boys, and which +you will see the boys read if you happen to pass any large +establishment at the dinner hour, and it will not be difficult to +understand what street boys, if left to themselves, are sure to +become.</p> +<div class="gapspace"> </div> +<p style="text-align: center"><span class="smcap">the +end</span>.</p> +<div class="gapspace"> </div> +<div class="gapmediumline"> </div> +<p style="text-align: center"><span class="smcap">charles dickens +and evans</span>, <span class="smcap">crystal palace +press</span>.</p> +<p>***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DAYS AND NIGHTS IN LONDON***</p> +<pre> + + +***** This file should be named 36683-h.htm or 36683-h.zip****** + + +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: +http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/3/6/6/8/36683 + + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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