Great Britain -- Social conditions -- 19th century; London (England) -- Description and travel
These engaging gentry a Police-constable stands contemplating. His
Station, with a Reserve of assistance, is very near at hand. They cannot
pretend to any trade, not even to be porters or messengers. It would be
idle if they did, for he knows them, and they know that he knows them, to
be nothing but professed Thieves and Ruffians. He knows where they
resort, knows by what slang names they call one another, knows how often
they have been in prison, and how long, and for what. All this is known
at his Station, too, and is (or ought to be) known at Scotland Yard, too.
But does he know, or does his Station know, or does Scotland Yard know,
or does anybody know, why these fellows should be here at liberty, when,
as reputed Thieves to whom a whole Division of Police could swear, they
might all be under lock and key at hard labour? Not he; truly he would
be a wise man if he did! He only knows that these are members of the
‘notorious gang,’ which, according to the newspaper Police-office reports
of this last past September, ‘have so long infested’ the awful solitudes
of the Waterloo Road, and out of which almost impregnable fastnesses the
Police have at length dragged Two, to the unspeakable admiration of all
good civilians.
The consequences of this contemplative habit on the part of the
Executive—a habit to be looked for in a hermit, but not in a Police
System—are familiar to us all. The Ruffian becomes one of the
established orders of the body politic. Under the playful name of Rough
(as if he were merely a practical joker) his movements and successes are
recorded on public occasions. Whether he mustered in large numbers, or
small; whether he was in good spirits, or depressed; whether he turned
his generous exertions to very prosperous account, or Fortune was against
him; whether he was in a sanguinary mood, or robbed with amiable
horse-play and a gracious consideration for life and limb; all this is
chronicled as if he were an Institution. Is there any city in Europe,
out of England, in which these terms are held with the pests of Society?
Or in which, at this day, such violent robberies from the person are
constantly committed as in London?
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