[Illustration: AS HE WAS DRAWN AWAY, HIS WIFE RELEASED HIM, AND STOOD LOOKING AFTER HIM WITH HER HANDS TOUCHING ONE ANOTHER IN THE ATTITUDE OF PRAYER--Book 3, chap. xi.] [Illustration: HIS HEAD AND THROAT WERE BARE, AND, AS HE SPOKE WITH HELPLESS LOOK STRAYING ALL ROUND, HE TOOK HIS COAT OFF, AND LET IT DROP ON THE FLOOR--Book 3, chap. xii.] [Illustration: "YOU MIGHT, FROM YOUR APPEARANCE, BE THE WIFE OF LUCIFER," SAID MISS PROSS IN HER BREATHING. "NEVERTHELESS YOU SHALL NOT GET THE BETTER OF ME. I AM AN ENGLISHWOMAN"--Book 3, chap. xiv.] [Illustration: THE THIRD TUMBREL--Book 3, chap. xv.] THE UNCOMMERCIAL TRAVELLER [Illustration] TWENTY-SIX ILLUSTRATIONS BY E. G. DALZIEL [Illustration: SAW FROM THE LADDER'S ELEVATION, AS HE LOOKED DOWN BY CHANCE TOWARDS THE SHORE, SOME DARK, TROUBLED OBJECT CLOSE IN WITH THE LAND--_The Shipwreck_] [Illustration: A CHEAP THEATRE, SUNDAY NIGHT--_Two Views of a Cheap Theatre_] [Illustration: STOOD A CREATURE REMOTELY IN THE LIKENESS OF A YOUNG MAN, WITH PUFFED, SALLOW FACE, AND A FIGURE ALL DIRTY AND SHINY AND SLIMY, WHO MAY HAVE BEEN THE YOUNGEST SON OF HIS FILTHY OLD FATHER, THAMES--_Wapping Workhouse_] [Illustration: MR. GRAZINGLANDS LOOKED INTO A PASTRYCOOK'S WINDOW, HESITATING AS TO THE EXPEDIENCY OF LUNCHING AT THAT ESTABLISHMENT --_Refreshments for Travellers_] [Illustration: "BAGS TO HOLD YOUR MONEY," SAYS THE WITCH, SHAKING HER HEAD AND SETTING HER TEETH; "YOU AS HAS GOT IT"--_Poor Mercantile Jack_] [Illustration: THE TALL GLAZED HEAD-DRESS OF HIS WARRIOR STRAUDENHEIM INSTANTLY KNOCKED OFF--_Travelling Abroad_] [Illustration: HE WAS TAKEN INTO CUSTODY BY THE POLICE--_Shy Neighbourhoods_] [Illustration: "DROP OF SOMETHING TO DRINK," INTERPOSED THE STRANGER. "I AM AGREEABLE"--_Chambers_] [Illustration: "'THEN YOU'RE A TRAMP,' HE SES. 'I'D RATHER BE THAT THAN A BEADLE,' I SES"--_Tramps_] [Illustration: "AM I RED TO-NIGHT?" "YOU ARE," HE UNCOMPROMISINGLY ANSWERED--_Night Walks_] [Illustration: "A LEMON HAS PIPS, AND A YARD HAS SHIPS, AND I'LL HAVE CHIPS!"--_Nurses' Stories_] [Illustration: THE WIND BLOWS STIFFLY FROM THE NOR'-EAST ... AND THE SHAPELESS PASSENGERS LIE ABOUT IN MELANCHOLY BUNDLES--_The Calais Night Mail_] [Illustration: THEN DROPPED UPON HER KNEES BEFORE US, WITH PROTESTATIONS THAT WE WERE RIGHT--_Some Recollections of Mortality_] [Illustration: ON THE STARBOARD SIDE OF THE SHIP A GRIZZLED MAN DICTATED A LONG LETTER TO ANOTHER GRIZZLED MAN IN AN IMMENSE FUR CAP--_Bound for the Great Salt Lake_] [Illustration: BLINKING OLD MEN WHO ARE LET OUT OF THE WORKHOUSE BY THE HOUR HAVE A TENDENCY TO SIT ON BITS OF COPING STONE IN THESE CHURCHYARDS ... THE MORE DEPRESSED CLASS OF BEGGARS TOO BRING HITHER BROKEN MEALS, AND MUNCH--_The City of the Absent_] [Illustration: MR. J. MELLOWS, OF THE "DOLPHIN'S HEAD"--_An old Stage-coaching House_] [Illustration: BUILDING H.M.S. ACHILLES--_Chatham Dockyard_]