Days and Nights in London; Or, Studies in Black and GrayRitchie, J. Ewing (James Ewing)
History
Days and Nights in London; Or, Studies in Black and Gray
Ritchie, J. Ewing (James Ewing)
London (England) -- Social conditions; London (England) -- Social life and customs
His companion was a more blackguard-looking object still. A couple of
the officers attached to the ship soon sent him forward, to mingle with a
lot of men as disgusting in appearance and as foul in language as
himself, but who had sense enough not to intrude where they had no right,
and to keep their proper places. And thus the hours passed, and the sun
sank lower in the horizon, and we rushed up the mighty river past
outward-bound steamers on their way to all quarters of the globe, and
found ourselves once more in town. The day had been a pleasant one had
it not been for the indulgence in bottled beer, which seems to be the
special need of all Londoners when they go up or down the river. If this
state of things is to be allowed, no decent person will be enabled to
take a passage on a river steamer on a St. Monday or a Saturday,
especially if he has ladies or children with him. It does seem hard that
people on board river steamers may drink to excess, and thus prove a
nuisance to all who are not as beery as themselves. It may be, however,
that the steam-packet companies promote this sale of intoxicating liquor
in order to promote the cause of true temperance; if so, one can
understand the unlimited activity of the ship stewards, as it becomes at
once apparent to the most superficial observer that he who tastes the
charmed cup has
Lost his upright shape,
And downwards falls into a grovelling swine.
If anyone doubts this let him proceed to Sheerness in a river steamer on
a people’s day.
XI.—STREET SALESMEN.
That we are a nation of shopkeepers I believe, not only on the evidence
of the first Napoleon, but from what I see and hear every day. There are
few people in the City who are born wealthy, compared with the number who
do manage in the course of a successful mercantile career to win for
themselves a fair share of this world’s goods. The other night I was
spending the evening at the West-End mansion of a City millionaire. As I
left, I asked a friend what was the secret of our host’s success, “Why,”
was the answer, “I have always understood he began life with borrowing
ten shillings.”
If that is all, thought I to myself, it is not difficult to make a
fortune, after all. Accordingly, I negotiated a loan of a sovereign,
thinking that if I failed with ten shillings I should be sure to succeed
with double that number. At present, I regret to say, the loan has not
been so successful in its results as I anticipated, and fortune seems as
far off as ever. Should it turn out otherwise, and my wild expectations
be realised, I will publish a book, and let the reader know how a
sovereign became ten thousand pounds. And yet I believe such a feat has
been often accomplished in the City and by City men. Everybody knows a
man who walked up to town with twopence-halfpenny in his pocket, who
lived to enjoy a nice fortune himself, and to leave his wife and family
well provided for.
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