"No 'tain't now," cried another, "you let me tell the lady. It's the first turning to the left past old Blacke's where the lamp hangs as Jim Pikehurst broke; and then you goes--" "No you don't ma'am, it's up this way, ma'am. He means Burt's Court, where they're pulling down. I'll show you ma'am." "But are you sure you know?" I said. "No, ma'am," cried half-a-dozen in chorus, "he don't know, ma'am, not a bit." Here there was a threatening gesture from my would be guide, and a defiant war-whoop in reply, but uttered in retreat, and the next minute I was standing amongst the rags of one of the inns of court, in company with a little sallow skinned boy about ten, dressed in a great deal of trousers and very little shirt. The weather being warm, this completed his costume, if I except the dirt with which he was largely decorated. In company with a similarly costumed boy of his own age, he was now making a light repast off a piece of black, gristly stuff which they called "fungus;" but whose odour announced it to be the composition of glue and treacle used by printers for their ink-rollers. My boy--that is to say, the one who became my guide--was at the same time forming designs upon the broken pavement by placing one of his bare feet in the black gutter, full of unutterable abominations, and then printing the foot--heel, sole, and toes--upon various dry spots. Now he would contract his toes, now expand them, and then seem to derive much pleasure from making the foul black mud of the gutter ooze up between them in little gushes which met and formed a dirty stream upon his instep. Whose house did I want? Well, I only wanted leading to the place itself; and after divers wanderings in and out, I stood in Burt's Buildings, and looked about, with more than one curious pair of eyes watching me. On my right were a couple of uninhabited tenements-- tenements untenable--the grating in front rusty and worn, the walls foul with mud, every window that could be reached by stick or stone broken, every available ledge loaded with an assortment of stones, bones, cabbage-stumps, oyster shells mingled with those of the cockle, periwinkle, and whelk; while the remaining eight or nine houses in the court were at first sight in the same predicament, though the second glance told that all their windows were not broken, while further inspection showed that attempts had been made in a variety of ways to repair the breaches made by time and the smaller builders of the place. Paper seemed much in favour in some sashes; wood and pieces of slate in others; one gashly breach was stopped by an old rusty tea tray, which well covered four broken squares; while rags, straw, and a variety of articles which would have required analysation to catalogue, displayed themselves obtrusively at every turn.