“Of my mother I know nothing. My father (I mean the man I called father, but who they said was not my father, though he was the only one that cared anything for me) was Tom English, who used to live here and there with me about the Points. He was always looking in at Paddy Pie’s, in Orange street, and Paddy Pie got all his money, and then Paddy Pie and him quarrelled, and we were turned out of Paddy Pie’s house. So we used to lodge here and there, in the cellars about the Points, in ‘Cut Throat Alley,’ or ‘Cow Bay,’ or ‘Murderer’s Alley,’ or in ‘The House of the Nine Nations,’ or wherever we could get a sixpenny rag to lay down upon. Nobody but English seemed to care for me, and English cared for nobody but me. And English got thick with Mrs. McCarty and her three daughters—they kept the Rookery in ‘Cow Bay,’ which we used to get to up a long pair of stairs outside, and which God knows I never want to think of again,—where sometimes fourteen or fifteen of us, men and women, used to sleep in a little room Mrs. McCarty paid eight dollars a month for. And Mr. Crown, who always seemed a cross sort of man, and was agent for all the houses on the Points I thought, used to say she had it too cheap. And English got to thinking a good deal of Mrs. McCarty, and Mrs. McCarty’s daughters got to thinking a good deal of him. And Boatswain Bill, who lived at the house of the ‘Nine Nations’-the house they said had a bottomless pit-and English used to fight a deal about the Miss McCartys, and Bill one night threw English over the high stoop, down upon the pavement, and broke his arms. They said it was a wonder it hadn’t a broken his neck. Fighting Mary (Mary didn’t go by that name then) came up and took English’s part, and whipped Boatswain Bill, and said she’d whip the whole house of the ‘Nine Nations’ if it had spunk enough in it to come on. But no one dare have a set-to with Mary. Mary used to drink a deal of gin, and say-‘this gin and the devil ’ll get us all one of these days. I wonder if Mr. Crown ’ll sell bad gin to his highness when he gets him?” Well, Bill was sent up for six months, so the McCartys had peace in the house, and Mrs. McCarty got him little things, and did for English until his arms got well. Then he got a little money, (I don’t know how he got it,) and Paddy Pie made good friends with him, and got him from the Rookery, and then all his money. I used to think all the money in the Points found its way either to the house of Paddy Pie, or the Bottomless Pit at the house of the ‘Nine Nations,’ and all the clothes to the sign of the ‘Three Martyrs,’ which the man with the eagle face kept round the corner.