England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century; Sunday
It grows dusk. The roads leading from the different places of suburban
resort, are crowded with people on their return home, and the sound of
merry voices rings through the gradually darkening fields. The evening
is hot and sultry. The rich man throws open the sashes of his spacious
dining-room, and quaffs his iced wine in splendid luxury. The poor man,
who has no room to take his meals in, but the close apartment to which he
and his family have been confined throughout the week, sits in the
tea-garden of some famous tavern, and drinks his beer in content and
comfort. The fields and roads are gradually deserted, the crowd once
more pour into the streets, and disperse to their several homes; and by
midnight all is silent and quiet, save where a few stragglers linger
beneath the window of some great man’s house, to listen to the strains of
music from within: or stop to gaze upon the splendid carriages which are
waiting to convey the guests from the dinner-party of an Earl.
There is a darker side to this picture, on which, so far from its being
any part of my purpose to conceal it, I wish to lay particular stress.
In some parts of London, and in many of the manufacturing towns of
England, drunkenness and profligacy in their most disgusting forms,
exhibit in the open streets on Sunday, a sad and a degrading spectacle.
We need go no farther than St. Giles’s, or Drury Lane, for sights and
scenes of a most repulsive nature. Women with scarcely the articles of
apparel which common decency requires, with forms bloated by disease, and
faces rendered hideous by habitual drunkenness—men reeling and staggering
along—children in rags and filth—whole streets of squalid and miserable
appearance, whose inhabitants are lounging in the public road, fighting,
screaming, and swearing—these are the common objects which present
themselves in, these are the well-known characteristics of, that portion
of London to which I have just referred.
And why is it, that all well-disposed persons are shocked, and public
decency scandalised, by such exhibitions?
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