Night and Morning, CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Night and Morning, Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction
It was that period of the year when, to those who look on the surface of
society, London wears its most radiant smile; when shops are gayest,
and trade most brisk; when down the thoroughfares roll and glitter the
countless streams of indolent and voluptuous life; when the upper class
spend, and the middle class make; when the ball-room is the Market of
Beauty, and the club-house the School for Scandal; when the hells yawn
for their prey, and opera-singers and fiddlers--creatures hatched from
gold, as the dung-flies from the dung--swarm, and buzz, and fatten,
round the hide of the gentle Public. In the cant phase, it was “the
London season.” And happy, take it altogether, happy above the rest of
the year, even for the hapless, is that period of ferment and fever.
It is not the season for duns, and the debtor glides about with a less
anxious eye; and the weather is warm, and the vagrant sleeps, unfrozen,
under the starlit portico; and the beggar thrives, and the thief
rejoices--for the rankness of the civilisation has superfluities
clutched by all. And out of the general corruption things sordid and
things miserable crawl forth to bask in the common sunshine--things that
perish when the first autumn winds whistle along the melancholy city. It
is the gay time for the heir and the beauty, and the statesman and the
lawyer, and the mother with her young daughters, and the artist with his
fresh pictures, and the poet with his new book. It is the gay time, too,
for the starved journeyman, and the ragged outcast that with long stride
and patient eyes follows, for pence, the equestrian, who bids him go and
be d---d in vain. It is a gay time for the painted harlot in a
crimson pelisse; and a gay time for the old hag that loiters about the
thresholds of the gin-shop, to buy back, in a draught, the dreams of
departed youth. It is gay, in fine, as the fulness of a vast city is
ever gay--for Vice as for Innocence, for Poverty as for Wealth. And the
wheels of every single destiny wheel on the merrier, no matter whether
they are bound to Heaven or to Hell.
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