Sketches by Boz, Illustrative of Every-Day Life and Every-Day PeopleDickens, Charles
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Sketches by Boz, Illustrative of Every-Day Life and Every-Day People
Dickens, Charles
London (England) -- Social life and customs -- 19th century; London (England) -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
The old pensioners, who, for the moderate charge of a penny, exhibit
the mast-house, the Thames and shipping, the place where the men used
to hang in chains, and other interesting sights, through a telescope,
are asked questions about objects within the range of the glass, which
it would puzzle a Solomon to answer; and requested to find out
particular houses in particular streets, which it would have been a
task of some difficulty for Mr. Horner (not the young gentleman who ate
mince-pies with his thumb, but the man of Colosseum notoriety) to
discover. Here and there, where some three or four couple are sitting
on the grass together, you will see a sun-burnt woman in a red cloak
‘telling fortunes’ and prophesying husbands, which it requires no
extraordinary observation to describe, for the originals are before
her. Thereupon, the lady concerned laughs and blushes, and ultimately
buries her face in an imitation cambric handkerchief, and the gentleman
described looks extremely foolish, and squeezes her hand, and fees the
gipsy liberally; and the gipsy goes away, perfectly satisfied herself,
and leaving those behind her perfectly satisfied also: and the
prophecy, like many other prophecies of greater importance, fulfils
itself in time.
But it grows dark: the crowd has gradually dispersed, and only a few
stragglers are left behind. The light in the direction of the church
shows that the fair is illuminated; and the distant noise proves it to
be filling fast. The spot, which half an hour ago was ringing with the
shouts of boisterous mirth, is as calm and quiet as if nothing could
ever disturb its serenity: the fine old trees, the majestic building at
their feet, with the noble river beyond, glistening in the moonlight,
appear in all their beauty, and under their most favourable aspect; the
voices of the boys, singing their evening hymn, are borne gently on the
air; and the humblest mechanic who has been lingering on the grass so
pleasant to the feet that beat the same dull round from week to week in
the paved streets of London, feels proud to think as he surveys the
scene before him, that he belongs to the country which has selected
such a spot as a retreat for its oldest and best defenders in the
decline of their lives.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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