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been, when our first act was to store a pocket with the best spiced
nuts, for until we had eaten a few of those little cakes, we never felt
ourself in the fair; but now, we hadn't the heart to taste one. Nor
nuts nor any gauds had charms for us. We gazed with a pitying eye on
all. We saw black ruin hovering over and already darkening Smithfield's
grandeur--we beheld destruction suspended only by the last weak thread
of custom, which Time with his scythe, or pocket-scissors, was about to
sever, to the extinction, the total annihilation, of our own--our beloved
fair. In consequence of the prohibitory price asked for the lawful
groundage, _two_ shows had been forced to take unfurnished lodgings
in Hosier-lane. This, was indeed a blow! To see two, old, aboriginal
exhibitions--one miscellaneous, the other mechanical, with waxen kings,
clock-work queens, and spring-wire princes, barbarously driven from
their native fair--unhappy refugees, and sojourners in narrow-streets
and Hosier-lanes! Rumours there were too, that one other miserable exile
had sought an asylum in a neighbouring farrier's shop; that there,
in the front of certain festoons of dirty red cloth which veiled an
ugly forge, the pincers, hammers, anvils, and other appurtenances of
farriery, wizards were manufacturing puddings in the company's hats,
causing real beer to stream from any given part of any little boy, and
pulverising watches in mortars, as choice ingredients for soup; but we
lacked curiosity to go and test the truth of such reports--these shows
were not _in_ the fair, therefore over us possessed no magic influence.
With a heavy heart we next sauntered by the groups of stalls, whereon
were spread various fruits and seductive viands--articles of savour for
such as were edaciously disposed; but nobody seemed hungry; people passed
and repassed, and scarcely glanced at the temptations. True, oysters
appeared somewhat in demand, as did certain vinegary relishes in tiny
white saucers, but as to the more substantial boiled tripe, fried fish,
pigs' feet, pickled salmon, &c., none but the smallest boys approached
the stalls, and they, not to buy--only to enjoy a look. The very cries of
the doll and toy women, as they recommended this article or that to the
dreamy by-standers, seemed muffled with sadness; and the gipsy gambler
who was casting dice upon an old tea-tray, and relieving one or two
dirty-faced urchins of their farthings, seemed to be realising scarcely
sufficient to pay for the flaring candle which lighted his dishonesty.
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