Fifty years ago . blame him ? There are still left some of the old posts which dividedthe footway from the roadway, though the whole is nowpaved and—what, Eighty-seven ? You have steppedinto a dandy-trap and splashed your feet. Well, per-haps, in your day they will have learned to pave more evenly, but just at pre-sent our paving is a littlerough, and the stonessometimes small, so thathere and there, after rain,these things will we are at Black-friars. This is the Gateof Bridewell, where theyused to flog women, andstill flog the prenticesYonder is the FleetPrison, of which wehave j
Fifty years ago . blame him ? There are still left some of the old posts which dividedthe footway from the roadway, though the whole is nowpaved and—what, Eighty-seven ? You have steppedinto a dandy-trap and splashed your feet. Well, per-haps, in your day they will have learned to pave more evenly, but just at pre-sent our paving is a littlerough, and the stonessometimes small, so thathere and there, after rain,these things will we are at Black-friars. This is the Gateof Bridewell, where theyused to flog women, andstill flog the prenticesYonder is the FleetPrison, of which wehave just read an account in the Pickwick have cleared away the old Fleet Market, whichused to stand in the middle of the street, and they haveplanted it behind the houses opposite the Prison. Comeand look at it. Let us tread softly over the stones ofFarringdon Market, for somewhere beneath our feet hethe bones of poor young Chatterton. No monument hasbeen erected here to his memory, nor is the spot known. THOMAS CHATTEKTON IN THE STREET 6i where he Hes, but it is somewhere in this place, whichis a tragic and mournful spot, being crammed beneathits pavement with the bones of the poor, the outcast,the broken down, the wrecks and failures of life, andlittered above the pavement with the wreckage andrefuse of the market. This place was formerly theburial-ground of the Shoe Lane Workhouse. We can walk down to the Bridge and look at theriver. No Embankment yet, Eighty-seven. No pennysteamers, either. Yet the watermen grumble at theomnibuses which have cut into their trade. Here comes the lamplighter, with his short ladderand his lantern. Gas, of course, has been introduced for ever so have blindly followed the old plan of lighting,and have stuck up a gas lamp wherever there used to bean oil lantern. The theatres and places of amusementare brilhant with gas, and it is gas which makes thesplendour of the gin-palace. The shops took to itslowly, but they are now beginn
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