[Picture: The Lamplighter]
Perhaps the streets of no city in the world are so well lighted as those
of London, there being lamps on each side of the way, but a few yards
distant from each other. It is said that a foreign ambassador happening
to enter London in the evening, after the lamps were lighted, was so
struck with the brilliancy of the scene, that he imagined the streets had
been illuminated expressly in honour of his arrival. What would he have
thought, had he passed through the lustre which is shed at present by the
gas lights, from so many of our shops, and from the lamps in the streets?
The Lamplighters are a useful set of men; and they are liable to many
accidents while engaged in their dangerous occupation. In the winter,
the foot-pavement is frequently so slippery, that they often fall and are
maimed, by the ladder’s sliding from under them; or sometimes a careless
passenger runs against the ladder and throws them down. But one of their
greatest difficulties is a high wind. In October, 1812, a poor man,
named Burke, who had been many years in that employment, as he was
lighting the lamps on the east side of Blackfriars’ Bridge, was, by a
sudden gust of wind, blown into the river, in presence of his son, a
child of ten years old, and before assistance could be procured, he sunk
to rise no more.