Epsom salts.
The human occupants were not less noticeable than the inanimate, and
some of them are deserving of our attention.
The man Myers, round whom the interest of the meeting was principally
centred this evening, was to all appearances a mean enough type of the
East End sartorial Jew. His physiognomy was not that of a fool, but
indicated rather that low order of intelligence, cunning and intriguing,
which goes to make a good swindler. The low forehead, wide awake, shifty
little eyes, the nose of his forefathers, and insolent lock of black
hair plastered low on his brow--all these characteristics may frequently
be met with in the dock of the "Old Bailey" when some case of petty
swindling is being tried.
Next Myers I noticed Dr. Armitage, who stood out in striking contrast
from the rest of his companions. The smile with which he welcomed me was
eloquent of the satisfaction with which he noted this my first entrance
into an Anarchist circle.
The short bench on which he sat was shared by a man in corduroys of
the navvy type, a large honest-looking fellow whose views of the Social
question appeared to be limited to a not very definite idea of the
injustice of third-class railway travelling and the payment of rent, and
he expressed his opinions on these knotty problems with more freedom
and warmth of language than was perhaps altogether warranted by the
occasion.
Gracefully poised on one leg against an adjoining type-rack leaned a
tall youth with fair curling hair, a weak tremulous mouth, and an almost
girlish physiognomy. This youth had been drummed out of the army, the
discipline of which he had found too severe, for feigning illness,
since when he had passed his time between the bosom of his family, the
workhouse, and the Anarchist party. He paid very little attention to the
proceedings of the meeting, but discoursed eloquently, in a low voice,
of the brutality of his parents who refused to keep him any longer
unless he made some attempt to find employment. I remember wondering,
_en passant_, why this fair-haired, weak-kneed youth had ever entered
the Anarchist party; but the explanation, had I but known, was close at
hand.
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