My house is the next door to the Cooper's Arms, in the
Old Bailey, opposite Newgate. "
"Take hence this boy, then," rejoined Trenchard; "his looks unman me. I didn’t know. "Begone, wretch!" cried the mother, stung beyond endurance by his taunts; "or I
will drive you hence with my curses. People shrug their shoulders and call me a crazy
socialist. Here the ribs of a thousand pounds beating against the Needles—
those dangerous rocks, credulity here floated, to and fro, silks, stuffs, camlets,
and velvet, without giving place to each other, according to their dignity; here
rolled so many pipes of canary, whose bungholes lying open, were so damaged
that the merchant may go hoop for his money," A less picturesque, but more
truthful, and, therefore, more melancholy description of the same scene, is
furnished by the shrewd and satirical Ned Ward, who informs us, in the
"Delectable History of Whittington's College," that "When the prisoners are
disposed to recreate themselves with walking, they go up into a spacious room,
called the Stone Hall; where, when you see them taking a turn together, it would
puzzle one to know which is the gentleman, which the mechanic, and which the
beggar, for they are all suited in the same garb of squalid poverty, making a
spectacle of more pity than executions; only to be out at the elbows is in fashion
here, and a great indecorum not to be threadbare. "Practising singing, Aaron," replied Jack. It would not have interested him in the least to learn that the tub ran on
two powers—wind and oil. So I asks the maid a few questions like, and it
seems it ain’t Mister Charvill they’re going to visit again, but General Charvill. Something that is born
anew each time we meet, and pines when we are separated.
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