Passing on to the next turning but one, we reach Kingsgate Street, where _Poll Sweedlepipes_—barber and bird-fancier—once had his business location, “next door but one to the celebrated mutton-pie shop, and directly opposite the original cat’s-meat warehouse.” At this place the immortal _Mrs. Gamp_ had lodgings on the first floor, where she “Was easily assailed at night by pebbles, walking-sticks, and fragments of tobacco pipes, all much more efficacious than the street-door knocker, which was so constructed as to wake the street with ease, and even spread alarms of fire in Holborn, without making the smallest impression on the premises to which it was addressed.” It is recollected in the neighbourhood that, fifty years since, a barber by the name of Patterson (who was also a bird-dealer) lived in this street, at the second house on the left. The shop has been pulled down, is now absorbed by the corner premises in Holborn, and can be only identified by its position. Here, then, did _Mr. Pecksniff_ arrive on his doleful mission, in accordance with the recommendation of _Mr. Mould_, the undertaker, with regard to the death of old _Anthony Chuzzlewit_; and here did that memorable teapot cause a lasting difference between two friends, as narrated in chapter 49 of “Martin Chuzzlewit.” “This world-famous personage, Mrs. Gamp, has passed into and become one with the language” whose vernacular she has adorned with her own flowers of speech. As Mr. Forster remarks, “she will remain among the everlasting triumphs of fiction, a superb masterpiece of English humour.” “Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale, her infinite variety.” At the Holborn corner of Kingsgate Street we may remember _Mr. Bailey_, _junior_, on the occasion when, at this exact spot, he collided with Poll Sweedlepipes, afterwards going “round and round in circles on the pavement,” the better to exhibit to Poll’s admiring gaze his fashionable livery as Tiger in the service of _Mr. Montague Tigg_, “rather to the inconvenience of the passengers generally, who were not in an equal state of spirits with himself.” The next turning but one, westward, on the right, by the West Central Post Office (No. 126), is Southampton Street, leading to Bloomsbury Square. Here it will be remembered that lodgings were taken by Mr. Grewgious for _Miss Twinkleton_ and Rosa, of the redoubtable _Mrs. Billickin_, “the person of the ’ouse,” who, from prudential motives, suppressed her Christian name. “Mr. Grewgious had his agreement-lines and his earnest-money ready. ‘I have signed it for the ladies, ma’am,’ he said, ‘and you’ll have the goodness to sign it for yourself, Christian and Surname, there, if you please.’ “‘Mr. Grewgious,’ said Mrs. Billickin in a new burst of candour, ‘no, sir! You must excuse the Christian name.’ “Mr. Grewgious stared at her.