caused sensations as of grits getting into the cogs of the wheels of life and staying their would-be even course. Mrs Slagg's was an obtrusive shop, irrespective of the flaming placards that literally shouted at you, and the black board, painted in old-bony skeleton letters, with the legend "Keziah Slagg, Dealer in Marine-stores," though the terrene ruled to the exclusion of the marine. In its way, it was in everybody's way, and seemed to have taken the disease rampant in the region of Lowther Arcadia--"a breaking out"--in this case a hideous leprosy of loathsome objects, that would have at you, catching skirt or umbrella, or being run over after they had been kicked in the way by racing children. The shop was gorged, and its contents oozed out, ran over, and trickled down the steps into the cellar, which was also full and repulsive, sending foul fungoid growths up through the trap to the pavement, and also apparently dipping under where the traffic lay to force its way up on the other side, where the growth spread again along the wall, so that passengers had to run the gauntlet on their journey to and from Temple Bar. In fact, Mrs Slagg's shop was a very refiner's furnace for old refuse, which boiled and bubbled over into court and cellar, as we have seen; while in front of the shop of Mr Isaac Gross, extended trays of old iron, bundles of white and coloured rags, odorous bones, crippled tools, wormy screws, screws without worms, odds and ends--odds without ends, and ends that seemed at odds with the world, and tried to trip it up as it went by. Watching over her treasures would sit Mrs Slagg, just inside her door, stout, happy, and dirty, in a bower of old garments, which waved in every passing breeze; and, saving when clients came to obtain the unheard-of prices for the rags and metal, and the bones and grease, upon which this ogress lived, Mrs Slagg's time was divided between shouting, "You bring that 'ere back!" to the children, and playing "Bo-peep" with Mr Isaac Gross, who, also working just inside his shop, would lean out occasionally to look at Mrs Slagg; though it took upon an average about nine peeps before both peeped together, when Mrs Slagg would nod and smile at Mr Gross, and Mr Gross would nod and smile at Mrs Slagg; and then work would be resumed, while it was understood in the court that something was to come of it. But, beyond what has been described, there was another fact which pointed towards something coming of the neighbours' intimacy; for Mrs Slagg's cellar being, as she termed it, "chock!" a portion of her stock-in-trade had worked its way into Mr Gross's back-parlour, and there stood in the shape of a large heap of waste-paper--a heap that Mr Gross would look at occasionally, and then smile in a very slow, heavy manner, as if smiling was a difficult task, and took time, for fear it should be broken if hastily performed, and become a laugh.