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in, you will see them roaming towards bed by scores, eating their

way to the last. Occasionally, some youth among them who has overeaten

himself, or has been worried by dogs, trots shrinkingly

homeward, like a prodigal son: but this is a rare case: perfect

self-possession and self-reliance, and immovable composure, being

their foremost attributes.

The streets and shops are lighted now; and as the eye travels down

the long thoroughfare, dotted with bright jets of gas, it is

reminded of Oxford Street, or Piccadilly. Here and there a flight

of broad stone cellar-steps appears, and a painted lamp directs you

to the Bowling Saloon, or Ten-Pin alley; Ten-Pins being a game of

mingled chance and skill, invented when the legislature passed an

act forbidding Nine-Pins. At other downward flights of steps, are

other lamps, marking the whereabouts of oyster-cellars – pleasant

retreats, say I: not only by reason of their wonderful cookery of

oysters, pretty nigh as large as cheese-plates (or for thy dear

sake, heartiest of Greek Professors!), but because of all kinds of

caters of fish, or flesh, or fowl, in these latitudes, the

swallowers of oysters alone are not gregarious; but subduing

themselves, as it were, to the nature of what they work in, and

copying the coyness of the thing they eat, do sit apart in

curtained boxes, and consort by twos, not by two hundreds.

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But how quiet the streets are! Are there no itinerant bands; no

wind or stringed instruments? No, not one. By day, are there no

Punches, Fantoccini, Dancing-dogs, Jugglers, Conjurers,

Orchestrinas, or even Barrel-organs? No, not one. Yes, I remember

one. One barrel-organ and a dancing-monkey – sportive by nature,

but fast fading into a dull, lumpish monkey, of the Utilitarian

school. Beyond that, nothing lively; no, not so much as a white

mouse in a twirling cage.

Are there no amusements? Yes. There is a lecture-room across the

way, from which that glare of light proceeds, and there may be

evening service for the ladies thrice a week, or oftener. For the

young gentlemen, there is the counting-house, the store, the barroom:

the latter, as you may see through these windows, pretty

full. Hark! to the clinking sound of hammers breaking lumps of

ice, and to the cool gurgling of the pounded bits, as, in the

process of mixing, they are poured from glass to glass! No

amusements? What are these suckers of cigars and swallowers of

strong drinks, whose hats and legs we see in every possible variety

of twist, doing, but amusing themselves? What are the fifty

newspapers, which those precocious urchins are bawling down the

street, and which are kept filed within, what are they but

amusements? Not vapid, waterish amusements, but good strong stuff;

dealing in round abuse and blackguard names; pulling off the roofs

of private houses, as the Halting Devil did in Spain; pimping and

pandering for all degrees of vicious taste, and gorging with coined

lies the most voracious maw; imputing to every man in public life

the coarsest and the vilest motives; scaring away from the stabbed

and prostrate body-politic, every Samaritan of clear conscience and

good deeds; and setting on, with yell and whistle and the clapping

of foul hands, the vilest vermin and worst birds of prey. – No

amusements!

Let us go on again; and passing this wilderness of an hotel with

stores about its base, like some Continental theatre, or the London

Opera House shorn of its colonnade, plunge into the Five Points.

But it is needful, first, that we take as our escort these two

heads of the police, whom you would know for sharp and well-trained

officers if you met them in the Great Desert. So true it is, that

certain pursuits, wherever carried on, will stamp men with the same

character. These two might have been begotten, born, and bred, in

Bow Street.

We have seen no beggars in the streets by night or day; but of

other kinds of strollers, plenty. Poverty, wretchedness, and vice,

are rife enough where we are going now.

This is the place: these narrow ways, diverging to the right and

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