SCENE _changes to exterior of Station. Here the full extent of the Metropolitan calamity is apparent. Amidst the stranded packages of the day's arrivals, are seen heaped together the exhausted Passengers sitting, lying, or standing about, among, and upon them, like shipwrecked sailors amidst the débris of a lee-shore. Crowds of Cabmen, in various stages of intoxication, are gathered together, triumphing in the desolation they have made. A miscellaneous collection of vehicles of all descriptions is vainly endeavouring to supply the place of Cabs, and an impression is being slowly made on the piles of luggage. The Conveyances include most things on wheels--from a costermonger's truck with the smallest of donkeys, to a battered old Sheriff's carriage drawn by two large cart-horses. Chaff abounds, as might be expected_. _Cabman in Box Coat_ (_To_ INDIGNANT GENTLEMAN, _who with much dignity has just deposited his luggage in a costermonger's cart, after reiterated threats of legal vengeance on the Company_.) Ollo! Guv'nor--ow's greens? [INDIGNANT GENT _retorts by a withering look, but wisely abstains from a reply_. _Cabman (in fustian jacket and ditto)._ Here's your hout-an-hout accommodation--Sixpence a mile--ho! _Cabman in velveteen (pointing to a wheelbarrow, to which is consigned the luggage of a despairing mother, including three babies)._ Hall alive, oh! alive, oh! Pen--ny--win--kles--hall alive, oh! _Cabman (in dress coat, with straw-band to his hat)._ Wot'll you take for the babbies, Marm? _Waterman (in clogs and maudlin)._ Ax MUSTER FITZROY to step up, some on yer, and look at this 'ere. _Chorus of Cabmen (with prolonged howl of execration)._ Y--a--a--h! _Satirical Cabman_ (_to_ ARISTOCRATIC OLD GENTLEMAN, _who has just ascended a small, but highly unctuous butcher's cart, in a state of concentrated bitterness_). Heasy over the stones with that 'ere cat's-meat, Butcher. _Aristocratic Old Gentleman (starting up in the cart)._ What's that you say, you blackguard? _Chorus of Cabmen._ Cat's-meat--cat's-meat! [THE ARISTOCRATIC OLD GENTLEMAN _retires from the unequal contest, and allows his pride to fall with his fortunes_. _Driver of Butcher's Cart._ Where to, Sir? _Aristocratic Old Gentleman._ 115, Eaton Square. No--stop at 110. _Satiric Cabman._ Mind you ring the hairy bell, old feller--Cat's-meat! _Bitter Cabman._ And mind yer, if he stops to call at the Pallis, it's sixpence for hevery kervarter you waits--Butcher. _Chorus of Cabmen (saluting the departure of the butcher's cart)._ Ya--a--ah! Cow Cross--Sharpe's Alley! Ya--ah! [_At this moment appears the Luggage of_ THE UNPROTECTED, _followed by her disconsolate self. She is hailed by the Cabmen._ _1st Cabman._ Ollo--Marm--you've forgotten your pattings. _2nd Cabman._ And there ain't no Cabs--'acos we're a takin' it hairystercratic, we are! _Cheery Porter (tumbling down the luggage)._ Now--Ma'am--if you look sharp--you'll soon get a carriage--I dessay.