Artists -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
THE strange caprices of Fashion were never more strangely illustrated
than by her fixing upon St. Barnabas Square as one of her favourite
localities. There are men yet living among us whose mothers had
been robbed on their way from Ranelagh in crossing the spot, then a
dreary swampy marsh, on which now stands the city of palaces known as
Cubittopolis. For years on years it remained in its dismal condition,
until an enterprising builder, seeing the army of civilisation
advancing with grand strides south-westward, and perceiving at a glance
the immediate realisation of an enormous profit on his outlay, bought
up the entire estate, had it thoroughly cleansed and drained, and
proceeded to erect thereon a series of terraces, places, and squares,
each vying with the other in size, perfection of finish, and, let it be
said, general ghastliness. The houses in St. Barnabas Square resemble
those in Chasuble Crescent, and scarcely differ in any particular
from the eligible residences in Reredos Road: they are all very
tall, and rather thin; they have all enormous porticoes, over which
are little conservatories, railed in with ecclesiastical ironwork;
dismal little back-rooms no bigger than warm-baths, but described as
"libraries" by the house-agents; gaunt drawing-rooms connected by an
arch; vast landings, leading on to other little conservatories, where
"blacks," old flower-pots, and a few geranium stumps, are principally
conserved; and a series of gaunt towny bedrooms. In front they have
Mr. Swiveller's prospect,--a delightful view of over-the-way; across
the bit of square enclosure like a green pocket-handkerchief; while
at the back they look immediately on to the back-premises of other
eligible residences. The enterprising builder has done his best for his
neighbourhood, but he has been unable to neutralise the effects of the
neighbouring Thames; and the consequence is, that during the winter
months a chronic fog drifts up from the pleasant Kentish marshes,
and finding ample room and verge enough, settles permanently down in
the St. Barnabas district; while in the summer, the new roads which
intersect the locality, being mostly composed of a chalky foundation,
peel off under every passing wheel, and emit enormous clouds of dust,
which are generally drifting on the summer wind into the eyes and
mouths of stray passengers, and in at the doors and windows of regular
residents. Yet this is one of Fashion's chosen spots here in this
stronghold of stucco reside scores of those whose names and doings the
courtly journalist delighteth to chronicle; hither do county magnates
bring, to furnished houses, their wives and daughters, leaving them
to entertain those of the proper set during the three summer months,
while they, the county magnates themselves, are sleeping the sleep of
the just on the benches of the House of Commons, or nobly discharging
their duty to their country by smoking cigars on the terrace; here
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