Well, certainly, this is a wonderful sight; And pays one for climbing up here such a height. Dear, what a large city! and full, in all parts, Of churches and houses, of horses and carts. What hundreds of coaches, and thousands of folk! And then, _above all_, what a very thick smoke! I could stand here all _day_ to behold this fine town; Tho’, as night’s coming on, I had better go down. I think so too, young gentleman: and mind how you go along the dark staircase, for it would be a sad thing to fall down among that frightful scaffolding. Walk gently, and lay hold of the rail as you go along, and you will be safe enough. 35. The Blue-coat School, called Christ’s Hospital. [Picture: The Blue-coat School] There are nearly one thousand children educated here at a time. The boys continue to wear the dress worn in the days of the virtuous and youthful prince, Edward the Sixth, who founded this school for orphans and other poor children. Their singular dress consists of a coat of blue cloth, formed something similar to a woman’s gown; and in winter they wear a yellow woollen petticoat. Their stockings are of yellow worsted, and round their waist they buckle a red-leather girdle. They are also furnished with a round, flat woollen cap, about the size of a tea-saucer, which they generally carry under their arm. A pewter badge on their breast, and a clergyman’s band round their neck, complete their antique uniform. 36. The enraged Ox. [Picture: The enraged Ox] This is what might have been expected, my lad! You have been teasing and worrying that animal, till it is become quite furious, and now you must take the consequence. It was as tame and quiet as any ox in Smithfield, till you began to pull it by the tail, and beat it about the horns; and now, (as oxen do not know they ought not to be revengeful,) you cannot be surprised if it should give you a toss or two. Cruel folks are always cowardly, and it is no wonder to see you running away in such a dreadful fright. 37. The Dustman. [Picture: The Dustman] Bring out your dust, the dustman cries, Whilst ringing of his bell: If the wind blows, pray guard your eyes, To keep them clear and well. A very useful set of men are these: they remove the dust and dirt from the houses in the city. It is a very profitable business; for, by sifting and sorting what is taken away, every thing becomes useful. There are frequently found cinders for firing, ashes and breeze for brickmakers: bones and old rags, tin and old iron, are carefully separated from oyster-shells and stones, which have their several purchasers. My masters, I’m dirty, nor can I be clean; My bus’ness it would ill become, With my face and hands clean in the streets to be seen, While I carry my shovel and broom. 38. The taking of Guy Fawkes.