《the uncommercial traveller》

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in my hands。



Covent…garden Market; when it was market morning; was wonderful

company。  The great waggons of cabbages; with growers' men and boys

lying asleep under them; and with sharp dogs from market…garden

neighbourhoods looking after the whole; were as good as a party。

But one of the worst night sights I know in London; is to be found

in the children who prowl about this place; who sleep in the

baskets; fight for the offal; dart at any object they think they

can lay their their thieving hands on; dive under the carts and

barrows; dodge the constables; and are perpetually making a blunt

pattering on the pavement of the Piazza with the rain of their

naked feet。  A painful and unnatural result comes of the comparison

one is forced to institute between the growth of corruption as

displayed in the so much improved and cared for fruits of the

earth; and the growth of corruption as displayed in these all

uncared for (except inasmuch as ever…hunted) savages。



There was early coffee to be got about Covent…garden Market; and

that was more company … warm company; too; which was better。  Toast

of a very substantial quality; was likewise procurable:  though the

towzled…headed man who made it; in an inner chamber within the

coffee…room; hadn't got his coat on yet; and was so heavy with

sleep that in every interval of toast and coffee he went off anew

behind the partition into complicated cross…roads of choke and

snore; and lost his way directly。  Into one of these establishments

(among the earliest) near Bow…street; there came one morning as I

sat over my houseless cup; pondering where to go next; a man in a

high and long snuff…coloured coat; and shoes; and; to the best of

my belief; nothing else but a hat; who took out of his hat a large

cold meat pudding; a meat pudding so large that it was a very tight

fit; and brought the lining of the hat out with it。  This

mysterious man was known by his pudding; for on his entering; the

man of sleep brought him a pint of hot tea; a small loaf; and a

large knife and fork and plate。  Left to himself in his box; he

stood the pudding on the bare table; and; instead of cutting it;

stabbed it; overhand; with the knife; like a mortal enemy; then

took the knife out; wiped it on his sleeve; tore the pudding

asunder with his fingers; and ate it all up。  The remembrance of

this man with the pudding remains with me as the remembrance of the

most spectral person my houselessness encountered。  Twice only was

I in that establishment; and twice I saw him stalk in (as I should

say; just out of bed; and presently going back to bed); take out

his pudding; stab his pudding; wipe the dagger; and eat his pudding

all up。  He was a man whose figure promised cadaverousness; but who

had an excessively red face; though shaped like a horse's。  On the

second occasion of my seeing him; he said huskily to the man of

sleep; 'Am I red to…night?'  'You are;' he uncompromisingly

answered。  'My mother;' said the spectre; 'was a red…faced woman

that liked drink; and I looked at her hard when she laid in her

coffin; and I took the complexion。'  Somehow; the pudding seemed an

unwholesome pudding after that; and I put myself in its way no

more。



When there was no market; or when I wanted variety; a railway

terminus with the morning mails coming in; was remunerative

company。  But like most of the company to be had in this world; it

lasted only a very short time。  The station lamps would burst out

ablaze; the porters would emerge from places of concealment; the

cabs and trucks would rattle to their places (the post…office carts

were already in theirs); and; finally; the bell would strike up;

and the train would come banging in。  But there were few passengers

and little luggage; and everything scuttled away with the greatest

expedition。  The locomotive post…offices; with their great nets …

as if they had been dragging the country for bodies … would fly

open as to their doors; and would disgorge a smell of lamp; an

exhausted clerk; a guard in a red coat; and their bags of letters;

the engine would blow and heave and perspire; like an engine wiping

its forehead and saying what a run it had had; and within ten

minutes the lamps were out; and I was houseless and alone again。



But now; there were driven cattle on the high road near; wanting

(as cattle always do) to turn into the midst of stone walls; and

squeeze themselves through six inches' width of iron railing; and

getting their heads down (also as cattle always do) for tossing…

purchase at quite imaginary dogs; and giving themselves and every

devoted creature associated with them a most extraordinary amount

of unnecessary trouble。  Now; too; the conscious gas began to grow

pale with the knowledge that daylight was coming; and straggling

workpeople were already in the streets; and; as waking life had

become extinguished with the last pieman's sparks; so it began to

be rekindled with the fires of the first street…corner breakfast…

sellers。  And so by faster and faster degrees; until the last

degrees were very fast; the day came; and I was tired and could

sleep。  And it is not; as I used to think; going home at such

times; the least wonderful thing in London; that in the real desert

region of the night; the houseless wanderer is alone there。  I knew

well enough where to find Vice and Misfortune of all kinds; if I

had chosen; but they were put out of sight; and my houselessness

had many miles upon miles of streets in which it could; and did;

have its own solitary way。







CHAPTER XIV … CHAMBERS







Having occasion to transact some business with a solicitor who

occupies a highly suicidal set of chambers in Gray's Inn; I

afterwards took a turn in the large square of that stronghold of

Melancholy; reviewing; with congenial surroundings; my experiences

of Chambers。



I began; as was natural; with the Chambers I had just left。  They

were an upper set on a rotten staircase; with a mysterious bunk or

bulkhead on the landing outside them; of a rather nautical and

Screw Collier…like appearance than otherwise; and painted an

intense black。  Many dusty years have passed since the

appropriation of this Davy Jones's locker to any purpose; and

during the whole period within the memory of living man; it has

been hasped and padlocked。  I cannot quite satisfy my mind whether

it was originally meant for the reception of coals; or bodies; or

as a place of temporary security for the plunder 'looted' by

laundresses; but I incline to the last opinion。  It is about breast

high; and usually serves as a bulk for defendants in reduced

circumstances to lean against and ponder at; when they come on the

hopeful errand of trying to make an arrangement without money …

under which auspicious circumstances it mostly happens that the

legal gentleman they want to see; is much engaged; and they pervade

the staircase for a considerable period。  Against this opposing

bulk; in the absurdest manner; the tomb…like outer door of the

solicitor's chambers (which is also of an intense black) stands in

dark ambush; half open; and half shut; all day。  The solicitor's

apartments are three in number; consisting of a slice; a cell; and

a wedge。  The slice is assigned to the two clerks; the cell is

occupied by the principal; and the wedge is devoted to stray

papers; old game baskets from the country; a washing…stand; and a

model of a patent Ship's Caboose which was exhibited in Chancery at

the commencement of the present century on an application for an

injunction to restrain infringement。  At about half…past nine on

every week…day morning; the younger of the two clerks (who; I have

reason to believe; leads the fashion at Pentonville in the articles

of pipes and shirts) may be found knocking the dust out of his

official door…key on the bunk or locker before mentioned; and so

exceedingly subject to dust is his key; and so very retentive of

that superfluity; that in exceptional summer weather when a ray of

sunlight has fallen on the locker in my presence; I have noticed

its inexpressive countenance to be deeply marked by a kind of

Bramah erysipelas or small…pox。



This set of chambers (as I have gradually discovered; when I have

had restless occasion to make inquiries or leave messages; after

office hours) is under the charge of a lady named Sweeney; in

figure extremely like an old family…umbrella:  whose dwelling

confronts a dead wall in a court off Gray's Inn…lane; and who is

usually fetched into the passage of that bower; when wanted; from

some neighbouring home of industry; which has the curious property

of imparting an inflammatory appearance to her visage。  Mrs。

Sweeney is one of the race of professed laundresses; and is the

compiler of a remarkable manuscript volume entitled 'Mrs。 Sweeney's

Book;' from which much curious statistical information may be

gathered respecting the high prices and small uses o
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