The Night Side of LondonRitchie, J. Ewing (James Ewing)
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The Night Side of London
Ritchie, J. Ewing (James Ewing)
London (England) -- Social life and customs -- 19th century
clothes, £1 2_s._ 6_d._; 2 pints of rum, 10 gills of rum, and 4 glasses
of beer, 16_s._; 24 glasses of spirits, 9 quarts of beer, and 7 ounces of
tobacco, 14_s._ 7_d._ 15th.—16 half glasses of spirits, 10 glasses and 2
gills of rum, and 1½ ounce of tobacco, and beer, 2_s._ 10_d._;
fortnight’s board, £1 8_s._; cash, £2 18_s._; spirits, tobacco, and rum,
4_s._ 1½_d._; cash, 5_s._ 17th.—Cash, 7_s._; 20 glasses of spirits, and
8 quarts of ale, 9_s._ 4_d._ 18th.—Ale, spirits, and tobacco, 16_s._
4_d._ 19th.—35 glasses of spirits, and 20 glasses of ale, and 2 glasses
of brandy, £1 4_s._ 10_d._ 20th.—Ale, tobacco, and cash, 7_s._ 24th,
25th, and 26th.—Ale and spirits, 7_s._ 11_d._, and other items, making up
the amount in hand. The defendant had refused to deliver up Hall’s
clothes on the plea that the man was in his debt. Now in
Ratcliffe-highway such men as Glover abound. It is unnecessary then to
describe the character of the tradesmen in Ratcliffe-highway, or the
character of their wares. At one shop there are the enormous boots,
which only navvies and sailors have strength to wear; at another there
are oilskin caps, and coats and trousers, or rough woollen shirts, piled
up in gigantic masses. One shop rejoices in compasses and charts, and
another in the huge silver watches which Jack invariably affects. The
descendants of Abraham swarm here. They sell little fish fried in oil;
they deal in second-hand clothes; they keep lodging-houses; I believe
they stick at nothing to turn a penny, and don’t break their hearts if
the penny turns out a dishonest one. Everything has a nautical
adaptation. The songs sung are nautical. The last time I was there an
old woman was singing to a crowd of the “Saucy Sailor Boy” who, coming
disguised in poverty to his lady love, is by her ignominiously rejected,
to whom rejecting he tells of his real riches, and by whom the rejection
is eagerly recalled, but in vain, for the Saucy Sailor Boy declares:—
“Do you think I am foolish, love?
Do you think I am mad,
For to wed a poor country girl,
When there’s fortune to be had?
“So I’ll cross the briny ocean,
Where the meadows are so green,
And since you have refused my offer, love,
Some other girl shall wear the ring.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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