=Lilywhite.=--A chimney sweeper or negro.

=Limbo.=--Prison.--As far from help as _limbo_ is from

bliss.--_Shakespeare._

=Line.=--An awkward thing to get into. _To give any one Line enough_, to

let him go his lengths. _To keep the Line_, to be correct.

=Lion’s Share.=--The larger part; all or nearly all. In “Æsop’s Fables,”

several beasts joined the lion in a hunt, but when the spoil was divided,

the lion claimed one quarter in right of his prerogative, one for his

superior courage, one for his dam and cubs--“as for the other fourth, let

who will dispute it with me.” Awed by his frown, the other beasts silently

withdrew.

=Listener.=--The ear.--Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice.

=Little Shilling.=--Love money:--Just another little shilling _ducky_!

=Lob’s Pound.=--A prison, the stocks, or any other place of confinement.

=Lothario.=--A gay libertine, a seducer of female modesty, a debauchee.

The character is from “The Fair Penitent,” by Nicholas Rowe, 1673-1718.

Is this that haughty gallant, gay Lothario? _Act_ v., _Sc._ 1.

=Low Water Mark.=--Without cash. “A most damnable condition.”

=Lug.=--The ear from its being very often _lugged_.

=Lump.=--The workhouse.

=Lush.=--Beer and other intoxicating drinks, so called from Lushington the

brewer. _Lush-crib_, a public-house.

=Lushy.=--Drunk. Introduced by Leigh Hunt and Keats, and others of the

Cockney School into the service of poetry--“Trees _lush_ with bliss,”

_i.e._, Trees drunk with love, possibly of the succulent sort.

=Lushington.=--Intoxication--“the best of life is but intoxication,” so

said BYRON over his gin and water: “there is more truth in it than folks

may generally imagine.” To join _Captain Lushington_, to get drunk--“See

how snugley Captain Lushington’s getting aboard of Logic,” said Jerry to

Corinthian Tom on the night of their visit to “_All Max, in the East_.”

M.

=Mab.=--A cabriolet, from the projector, Mr. Maberly.

=Mace.=--To cheat, impose, rob.

=Mace Cove.=--A swindler, a sharper, a cheat. A gentleman from the Spice

Islands, _i.e._, a fellow living on his wits. _On the mace_, to live by

swindling.

=Mag.=--A halfpenny.

=Malty Coves.=--Porter patrons, heavy wet encouragers, beer drinkers--and

_thinkers_!

=Maulagaram.=--An awkward knock.

=Max.=--Gin.--Oh! for a glass of _Max_. Byron’s _Don Juan_, Canto xi.,

Stanza 16. His Lordship added by way of a foot-note in explanation of the

word MAX! The advance of science and of language has rendered it

unnecessary to translate the above good and true English, spoken in its

original purity by the select mobility and their patrons.

=Master of the Mint.=--A punning term for a gardener.

=Master of the Rolls.=--A baker. Jack Martin, the renowned pugilist, who

was a baker by trade, was well known to the _Fancy_ as _The Master of the

Rolls_.

=Masquerade.=--Masquerades were in fashion in the time of Edward III.,

1340, and in the reign of Charles, 1660. The Bishops preached against

them, and made such representations as occasioned their suppression, 9

Geo. I., 1724. They were revived, and carried to shameful excess in

violation of the laws, and tickets of admission to a masquerade at

Ranelagh were on some occasions subscribed for at twenty-five guineas

each. Now, if the reader wishes to take the mask off this scene, let him

go and take a glass of champagne with Charles Wright of the Haymarket, and

he will fully initiate him into all its merry mysteries, he is at liberty

to make use of the Author’s name in his enquiries.

=Mazzard.=--Head. _Rap on the Mazzard_, a thump on the head.

=Men are but Children of a Larger Growth.=--From _Dryden’s_, “All for

Love,” _Act_ iv., _Sc._ 1.

=Mendicity Society.=--Red Lion-square, London, was established in 1818,

for the suppression of public begging, and other impositions.

=Mill.=--A fight. _Millers_, pugilists. _Mill the Glaze_, break a window.

=Misfortunes.=--If “_misfortunes_” as the saying has it, “attend the

righteous,” the wicked as a matter of course cannot expect to go

_unpunished_: although a man might have the “Old One’s _luck_ and his own

too!” “If,” said LOGIC to JERRY--after the latter hero had been

complaining to him on getting up rather late one morning after a night’s

_spree_, that he thought his _constitution_ had got a little _scratch_

since he had left HAWTHORN HALL,--“people who are fond of a _lark_; enjoy

a _row_; love a _bit of fun_; take a peep at a _fair_; join in a _hop_; go

to a _mill_; play at _rouge et noir_; parade the _lobby_; stroll through

the _back slums_; visit the _cock and dog pits_; spend a few _interesting_

moments at _gaffing_; _blow a cloud_ at a free and easy; meet with _Mr.

Lushington_; drop in on the sly at a _case_; _floor_ the _charleys_, and,

after all, nothing be the _matter_, why then it is a prime circumstance in

the career of a man indeed. But it is five hundred to one, that ALL the

above _events_ do not _come off right_, with the most experienced and

skilful sportsman: that is to say, my dear friend, if you do not get

_punished_ in your person, yet you may be most preciously _physicked_ in

your _cly_; and, if you have even the good fortune to keep your _peepers_

from being measured for a _suit of mourning_; your _canister_ from being

_cracked_; and your face from being _spoiled_ among the low _coveys_ of

_St. Kitts_; you are, perhaps, even in more real danger among the refined

heroes of the creation, from paying too much “_attention_” to their

_ladies_ which has often occasioned more than one JOHN BULL sort of

_ill-natured unaccommodating_ husband to give such very _polite_ gallants

a dose of _leaden_ powder, that has _cooled_ their courage, or, at least,

_checked_ their importunities. In society where _politeness_ of that sort

is measured out to the extreme nicety of splitting a hair as at the _West

End_ assemblies, it will at all times, be well to remember that

_Misfortunes_ are in _morals_, what bitters are in medicine: each is at

first disagreeable; but as the bitters act as corroborants to the stomach,

so Adversity chastens and ameliorates the disposition. Therefore it is

much better to endeavour to forget one’s _Misfortunes_, than to speak of

them, and ever to bear in mind that:--

“Misfortunes tell us what fortune is.”

=Mizzle.=--To disappear, to leave the company.

=Mob.=--A contraction of the Latin _mobile_--the fickle crowd. Query: As

_Mob_ is mobility, is _Nob_ nobility?

=Moisten your Chaffers.=--To drink.

=Mollishers.=--A slang term made use of by thieves and police officers for

low prostitutes.

=Moncrieff, W. G. T.=--_Otherwise_ William George Thomas, author of

between two and three hundred dramas, &c., died in the Charter-house,

December 8, 1857, aged 63.

=Money-Lenders.=--Bob Logic termed those persons _Brags_ in consequence of

their repeatingly advertising to render embarrassed individuals

assistance, yet making them _pay_ well for it; something after the old

adage, that “BRAG’S a good dog; but _Holdfast_ is a better!”

=Mot.=--A prostitute. _A Leary Mot_, a knowing one:--

Rum old Mog was a _leary_ flash _mot_, and she was round and fat,

With _twangs_ in her shoes, a wheel-barrow too, and an oil skin round

her hat;

A blue birds-eye o’er _dairies_ fine, as she _mizzled_ through Temple

Bar--

Of vich side of the vay, I cannot say, but she _boned_ it from a Tar.

Singing Fol-lol-lol-lido.

Now Mog’s flash com-pan-ion was a Chick-lane gill, and he garter’d below

his knee,

He had twice been _pull’d_, and nearly _lagg’d_, but got off by going

to sea;

With his pipe and quid, and _chaunting_ voice, Potatoes he would cry;

For he valued neither _cove_ nor _swell_, for he had _wedge_ snug in his

cly.

Singing Fol-lol-lol.

One night they went to a Cock-and-Hen Club, at the sign of the Mare and

Stallion,

But such a sight was never seen as Mog and her flash com-pan-ion;

Her _covey_ was an am’rous blade, and he buss’d young Bet on the sly,

When Mog up with her _daddle_ bang-up to the mark, and she black’d the

Bunter’s eye.

Singing Fol-lol-lol.

Now this brought on a general fight, Lord, what a gallows row--

With whacks and thumps throughout the night, till drunk as David’s sow--

Milling up and down--with cut heads, and lots of broken ribs,

But the _lark_ being over--they _ginned_ themselves at jolly Tom Cribb’s.

Singing Fol-lol-lol.

=Mother Cummins.=--In Dyott Street, St. Giles’s--now George Street, after

George Prince of Wales--but called Dyott Street after Sir Thomas Dyott,

_temp._ Charles II., lived that most notorious and world-renowned

lodging-house keeper “Mother Cummins,” so well-known to all the _Bucks_

about town, in their hot youth, when George the Third was King.

Oh, she lives snug in the Holy Land

Right, tight, and merry in the Holy Land,

Search the globe round, none can be found

So _accommodating!_ as Old Mother Cummins

Of the Holy Land.

It is related that Major Hanger accompanied George IV. to a beggar’s

carnival in St. Giles’s. He had not been there long when the Chairman, Sir

Jeffery Dunston, addressing the company, and pointing to the then Prince

of Wales, said “I call upon that ’ere gemman with a shirt for a song.” The

Prince, as well as he could, got excused upon his friend promising to sing

for him, and he chaunted in a prime style a flash ballad full of “St.

Giles’s Greek,” for which he received great applause. The Major’s health

having been drunk with nine times nine, and responded to by him, wishing

them “good luck till they were tired of it,” he departed with the Prince

to afford the company time to fix their different routes for the ensuing

day’s business.

=Mother Emerson’s.=--A night-house situate in the Haymarket, at one time

called the Turk’s Head, but of later times named the Waterford Arms, out

of compliment to the late generous-hearted and frolicsome Marquis of

Waterford, who was a great patron and supporter of the house.

The late--self-styled--Lord Chief Baron Nicholson: who was intimately

acquainted with “Mother Emerson,” wrote of her thus.--“In business Mrs.

Emerson was a wonder. I cannot possibly do better than present a sketch of

her in and out of her trade:--”

NIGHT-HOUSES AND THEIR KEEPERS.

MRS. EMERSON.

’Twas landlady Meg that made such rare flip;

Pull away, pull away, my hearties;

At Wapping she lived, at the sign of the Ship,

Where tars met in such jolly parties.

_Dibdin._

The famous landlady, Meg of Wapping, might have been very celebrated, and

a very great person, at the time she lived, and at the particular part of

the town she resided in, namely, that _Fashionable Watering-Place_,

Wapping; but all landladies of the present day are placed in the shade,

totally eclipsed, by that all-accomplished and indefatigable woman of

business, Mrs. Emerson, of the Waterford Arms, late the Turk’s Head,

Haymarket.

Although she is not defunct, she may be properly termed the _late_ Mrs.

Emerson. Night after night she keeps her body up, and her appearance,

every time we see her she seems to look younger and fresher. She is quite

a character in her way, and the best flat-catcher in London. “How d’ye do,

my dear?” is her general salutation to the swells who frequent her

lush-crib. “Well, I thank you, mother,” is the reply. “What’ll you take?”

For it is considered a great honour amongst the flats to get mother to

drink with them. “Oh! Sherry, my son; Sherry for me,” says mother.

“A bottle of sherry here, waiter,” says the flat; and she makes the

favoured few who have the right of _entrée_ behind her bar, pay for the

distinguished indulgence.

The Irishmen say, “Who has e’er had the luck to see Donnybrook Fair?” We

ask, “Who has e’er had the luck to see Mistress Emerson on a race-course?

We have, and a greater out-and-outer we never met--“Rich and rare were the

gems she wore:”--and there you may see the gay old gal togged to the

extreme of fashion, with pink silk stockings to display her well-shaped

understandings--for we must inform our readers that mother don’t stand

upon trifles--generally a nice satin shoe and dress; also lots-and-lots of

jewellery, stated to be worth, including _thimble_, _hoops_, and

_chin-prop_, something approaching a cool thousand. It is a great

advantage to single gentlemen _wot_ go to the races to be acquainted with

mother; she always takes a plentiful supply of _wittles_, and an awful lot

of the sparkling and still--not the _private still_; for amongst her

friends and patrons she makes it as public as possible, and when she is

really “standing sam,” as she facetiously calls it, you can’t make more

free than welcome.

In conclusion, we must observe that we do justice to every one, and seek

not to gain popularity by villifying those who are not in a situation to

resent it. In many--very many instances the public little know--or care of

whom they speak, and we are all too prone to come to hasty conclusions,

and to speak with prejudice and without inquiry. Now be it known to all

who care to know, that, Mrs. Emerson is really and truly a very

kind-hearted and charitable person, in spite of the very disadvantageous

position she stands in with the public by keeping a night-house. She

strives as much as possible to prevent the ingress of improper characters,

and so far she is successful, for no robbery has ever taken place in her

house since she has been in business.

=Mother H’s.=--Was a notorious night-house opposite the front entrance of

Drury Lane Theatre, and then the great _rendezvous_ for the gay city

birds, as well as the more fantastic dandies of the West-end. Mother H.,

or Mrs. Hoskins, was the _remnant_ of Mr. Hoskins, who had, in the words

of George Barrington, the pickpocket, _par excellence!_ “Left his country

for his country’s good.” Mother H. is described by a writer who knew her

well as the “ugliest woman I ever beheld; but she dearly loved paint,

dress, and decorations. Her attire was in the highest style of fashion,

generally black velvet or satin, jewellery in profusion, silk stockings,

and very neat kid shoes. She had rather a pretty ankle.” “_Apropos_ of her

shoes, I may remark that the old girl was artful, deceitful, and

dishonest. I remember a half-drunken, foolish fellow dropping a handful of

sovereigns in the large supper-room. A number of the fair and frail were

present; Mother H. said, “Now girls, stand away, I’ll pick them up and see

that the gentleman ain’t robbed;” she should have added, “_By any one but

myself_,” for about every second sovereign she took from the floor she

“welled” in her shoes. “Well,” said one of the girls; “I don’t blame you

mother, but I should like to stand in your shoes.” Mother H. retired with

an ample fortune. Turned--as a matter of course, _very religious_, married

a highly respectable timber merchant at Brighton, who died and left her

money. She again tried her luck in the matrimonial lottery, although

nearly seventy years of age. Her third husband was a serious, calm, tall

and respectable Dissenter, who outlived her.”

=Mother’s Milk.=--The liquor we like best.

=Mouse.=--Is a black--or perhaps, more correctly speaking, a swollen eye.

=Move on the Board.=--An action in life.

=Mudlarks.=--Men who rake about the mud on the banks of the Thames, when

the tide is out, for what they can find.

=Muff.=--A soft article, a tool, a fool: a soft _thing_ that holds a

lady’s hand without squeezing it!

=Munden, Joseph.=--Comedian, died February 6, 1832, aged 74.

=Mutton Walk.=--The Saloons of Drury Lane and Covent Garden

Theatres--“Upon the arrival of TOM and JERRY at Drury Lane Theatre, the

performances did not operate on their feelings as a source of attraction.

It is true they took a _glimpse_ at the play, but as they did not go for

anything like _criticism_ on the abilities of the actors, or to descant

upon the merits of the pieces, it was merely a _glimpse_ indeed. Our

heroes went upon another errand. Their eyes were directed to different

parts of the house; and TOM not meeting with any of his acquaintances at

‘Old Drury,’ as he had anticipated, they immediately pushed off to take a

peep at Covent Garden Theatre. A _look_ at the stage was quite sufficient

for their purpose; and without any more delay, the CORINTHIAN and JERRY

soon _bustled_ into the Saloon.

“TOM and his Coz, had scarcely reached the place for refreshments, when

the _buz_ began, and they were surrounded by numbers of the gay _Cyprians_

who nightly visit this place. Some of these _delicate_ heroines, soon

began to jeer the CORINTHIAN on the _cause_ of his absence; while others

of these _Lady Birds_ were offering their congratulations to him on his

restoration to Society. JERRY being in company with so distinguished a

hero as TOM was of itself a sufficient source of attraction to these

_Fancy Pieces_ to pay their court to HAWTHORN; and, accordingly, their

cards were presented to JERRY, in order to grace their lists with the

addition of a _new_ and rich _Friend_. These cards rather puzzled JERRY,

who appeared astonished that such dashing females should keep _Shops!!!?_”

=My Uncle.=--The cant term for a pawnbroker:--

Who lives where hang those golden balls,

Where Dick’s poor mother often calls,

And leaves her _dickey_, gown, and shawls?--MY UNCLE.

Who, when you’re _short_ of the _short_ stuff,

_Nose-Starving_ for an ounce of snuff,

Will “_raise the wind_” without a _puff_?--MY UNCLE.

A _poor_ PUNSTER, who was hurrying through the streets one evening, was

met by a friend, who asked him where he was going in such great haste? The

_humourist_ being rather _shy_ in stating his errand, as well as anxious

to conceal the _poverty_ of his circumstances, and having only a few

minutes left before his ticket or _Mortgage-deed!_ expired as to _date_,

which not being renewed, his property must have been forfeited, turned off

the question, with a smile, observing, “To a place of _amusement_.” “What

part of the house?” “To the private boxes.” “Is it a good piece?”

“Excellent! It abounds with incidents; and you cannot depart without

feeling an _interest_ in it.” “What’s the name of it?”--“JUST IN TIME!”

“So I’m off at once,” replied the PUNSTER.

N.

=Nab.=--To catch or seize. _Nabbed_, caught.

=Nabob.=--Corruption of the Hindoo word Nawâb. An administrator,

commander, and other high officers under the Mogul empire. These men

acquired great wealth and lived in Eastern splendour, so that they gave

rise to the phrase, “Rich as a Nawâb,” corrupted into _Rich as a Nabob_.

In England we apply the phrase to a merchant who has obtained great wealth

in the Indies, and has returned to live--and die in his native country.

=Nail.=--To prig, or to capture. _I nailed_ him on the spot. _To pay down

on the Nail_, to pay ready money on the counter--which was often studded

over with nails.

=Naked Truth.=--The fable says that Truth and Falsehood went bathing:

Falsehood came first out of the water, and dressed herself in Truth’s

garments, Truth, unwilling to take those of Falsehood, went naked.

=Nap.=--To catch, to grasp.

=Napping.=--To be taken in the act, especially in adultery. “To catch

napping--_Rem in re_.”

=Napping your Bib.=--Crying, and wiping your eyes with an apron.

=Nappy Ale.=--Strong ale is so called either because it makes one _nappy_,

or else because it contains a nap or frothy head.

=Nash.=--To throw away. _Nash your leading strings_, throw off all

restraint.

=Natty.=--Tidy, methodical and neat. _Natty Lads_, young pickpockets.

=Needful.=--Money. _To show the Needful_, to produce the money.

=Never-wag Man of War.=--The Fleet Prison.

=Nibble.=--To steal.

=Nob.=--Head. _Nobbed_, thumped on the head.

=Nob Thatchers.=--Straw bonnet makers, also wig makers.

=Nod.=--He’s gone to the land of Nod, _i.e._, he’s gone to bed.

=Noodle.=--An _ass_ of the _human_ species.

=Nose.=--An informer. _Out on the nose_, a night search.

=Nun.=--A mealy mouthed prostitute.

=Nurses.=--Guardians, tutors, &c.

=Nutty.=--To be _nuts_ upon, is to be very much pleased or gratified with

any thing: thus, a person who conceives a strong inclination for another

of the opposite sex is said to be quite _nutty_ upon him or her.

Who on a lark, with black-eyed Sal (his blowing)

So prime, so swell, so _nutty_, and so knowing.

Byron’s _Don Juan_.

O.

=Office.=--Warning. _To give the Office_, make people aware.

=Offley’s.=--A sporting hotel, the resort of the Corinthians of the day

was in Henrietta Street, Covent Garden. To the men about town the

excellence of Offley’s catering was well known. In cooking a beefsteak, he

was unrivalled; and many a gentleman who had a great _stake_ in the

country would walk miles to have a small _steak_ in London, cooked and

dished up under the superintendence of “Old Offley” together with a nip of

ale, the quality of which was on a par for excellence with the other good

things of the house.

Mr. Offley lies buried in the churchyard of St Paul, Covent Garden, only a

few feet from the back window of the room which was the scene of so many

agreeable orgies. Shortly after his death a hearty toast to his memory was

drunk in claret, over his grave, by a few of the jovial herd who loved him

in life, and respected him in the tomb.

=Ogles.=--Eyes. _Queer Ogles_, bad eyes.

=Olympic Theatre.=--Was originally erected by Philip Astley, and opened

with horsemanship, September 18, 1806. The theatre was leased in 1813 to

the celebrated R. W. Elliston. On Monday, November 12, 1821, a dramatised

version of “Tom and Jerry,” by Charles Dibdin, was produced: Tom, Mr.

Blake; Jerry, Mr. Oxberry; Logic, Mr. Vale. Madame Vestris had the

management to 1839, then followed Mr. George Wild, Miss Davenport, and

Watts. The theatre was destroyed by fire March, 1849; re-built and opened

by Mr. Watts, December 26, 1850.

=Omnibuses.=--The first pair of London omnibuses started from the

Yorkshire Stingo, public-house, in the New Road, to the Bank of England

and back, on Saturday, July 4th, 1829. They were constructed to carry

twenty-two passengers, all inside, and were drawn by three horses abreast.

The fare was one shilling, or sixpence for half the distance, together

with the luxury of a newspaper. A Mr. J. Shillibeer was the owner of these

carriages, and in order that the introduction might have every chance of

success and the full prestige of respectibility, he brought over with him

from Paris two youths, both the sons of British naval officers, and these

young gentlemen were his “conductors.” They were smartly dressed in blue

cloth, after the Parisian fashion. Their addressing any foreign passenger

in French, and the French style of the affair, gave rise to an opinion

that Mr. Shillibeer was a Frenchman, and that the English were indebted to

a foreigner for the improvement of their vehicular transit, whereas Mr.

Shillibeer had served in the British navy, and was born in Tottenham Court

Road; yet he had afterwards carried on the business of a coach builder

both in London and Paris. His speculation was particularly and at once

successful, for he insured punctuality and civility; and the cheapness,

cleanliness, and smartness of his omnibuses were in most advantageous

contrast with the high charges, dirt, dinginess, and rudeness of the

drivers of many of the “short stages” and Hackney coaches, who were loud

in their railings against what they were pleased to describe as a French

innovation, and many were the street-papers and ballads issued on the

subject both for and against the “Shillibeer’s” and “French Hearses.”

The ’Buss, the ’Buss, the Omnibus!

That welcomes all without a fuss;

And wafts us on with joyous sound,

Through crowded streets on our busy round,

Reckless of cold and gloomy skies,

Or the driving storm as it downward hies:

Stow’d snug in thee! stow’d snug in thee!

I am where I would wish to be,

While the rain above and the mud below

Affects me not where’er I go----

Though the sleet and the slush be ankle deep,

What matters? while I can ride so cheap!

What matters? &c.

I love, oh how I love to ride

In cozy converse, side by side,

With some sweet sly enchanting one,

Who lets her little ’larum run

Till scarcely can the listener know

If that or Time more swiftly go!

Henceforth I’ll know the terrible bore

Of “padding the hoof” no more, no more;

But back to his seat I so oft have press’d

I’ll spring, to be wafted the while I rest:

For thou, dear ’Bus! art a home to me,

While I am snugly seated in thee.

While I am, &c.

=On the Town.=--A man of the world: a person supposed to have a general

knowledge of men and manners. In short UP and DOWN _to everything_!

=Operators.=--Pickpockets.

=O.P. and P.S.=--The name given to a tavern in Russell Court, Drury

Lane--_See_ Kean’s Head--This sign was construed several ways according as

it suited the different _tastes_ of its visitors. The stage-players took

it in its original sense, to denominate the tavern a theatrical

house;--and the O.P. and P.S., according to its technicality upon the

stage, thus--O.P. _Opposite Prompter_, and P.S. the _Prompt Side_. The men

of the world placed it in another point of view, “Come and see me

to-night,” said they to a friend, “at the O.P. and P.S., where you will be

sure to meet some _Old_ PALS, and hear _Prime_ SINGING.” And the

Bacchanalians hailed the O.P. and P.S. as the harbour containing fine

_Old_ PORT and _Prime_ SHERRY.

=O.P. Riot.=--When the new Covent Garden Theatre was opened in 1809, the

charges of admission were increased; but night after night for three

months a throng crowded the pit shouting O.P. (_old prices_), much damage

was done, and the manager was obliged at last to give way.

=Out-and-Outer.=--A real good one.

=Oxberry, William.=--An actor of many parts: who held a very respectable

position at various metropolitan theatres--and was a friend and

contemporary with Pierce Egan, W. T. Moncrieff, Leman Rede, Tom Hudson

and Beuler--the funny John Reeve--a great _body_ of talent on or off the

boards. Bob Keeley--the _multum in parvo_, and other choice spirits of the

day, who frequently paid a visit to the coffee-room at the Craven’s Head,

Drury Lane, when “_Billy_” Oxberry--that comical wight, acted the part of

_Boniface_, to hear him tell his tales, and relate his theatrical and

other adventures he had met with in playing “_The Five P’s_,” viz., the

Printer, Poet, Publisher, Publican, and Player. (1784-1824.)

P.

=Pad.=--The highway, or a robber thereon; also a bed. _Footpads_, foot

robbers. _To go out upon the pad_, to go out in order to commit a robbery.

_To pad the hoof_, to walk. _Padding-ken_, a tramp’s lodging-house.

=Paddington Fair Day.=--An execution day; Tyburn being in the parish or

neighbourhood of Paddington. _To dance the Paddington frisk_, to be

hanged.

=Pal.=--A companion, one who generally accompanies another, or who commit

robberies together.

=Parker.=--To part or pay money.

=Patter.=--To speak. _Patterer_, a noisy talkative street hawker of songs,

last dying speeches, &c.

=Patter-Flash.=--To talk flash, or the language of thieves.

=Paulo, Signor.=--Comedian and Clown--the original Billy Waters in the

Adelphi Version of “Tom and Jerry,” died July 27, 1835, aged 48.

=Pavé.=--The town. _A nymph of the pavé_, a prostitute.

=Pea-Green Hayne--Mr.=--He was nicknamed “_Pea-green_” from his folly in

reference to Miss Maria Foote, afterwards the Countess of Harrington. It

will be remembered that that beautiful and accomplished lady brought an

action against Hayne for breach of promise of marriage, and recovered

3000_l._ damages; but Hayne was not _green_ upon that account; it was an

affair which the shrewdest man of fashion might have fallen into. If

_greenness_ existed at all in Hayne on that question, it laid in not

marrying her. Fate, however, designed for the lady a better match. The

eccentric Lord Harrington, though a wild, sporting, boxing spirit, as Lord

Petersham, was, as the Earl, one of the most refined gentlemen that ever

added grace to a coronet; and it might be fairly said that his Lordship

did so. Mr Hayne was a man with a mind well stored; he had experience to

aid him. In his association with Ned Baldwin, _alias_ White-headed Bob,

the pugilist, whom he trained and backed, and other fast celebrities of

the day, he learnt much, though he paid dearly for it.

=Peck.=--To eat. _Peck and Booze_, victuals and drink. _Peckish_, hungry.

_Peck-alley_, the throat.

=Peel.=--To strip, to undress; allusion to the taking off of the coat or

rind of an orange.

=Peepers.=--Eyes. _Single peeper_, a one eyed man.

=Pewter.=--Money, from the close alliance of much of our so-called

_silver_. _To stump the pewter_, to pay money.

=Pierce Egan.=--Author of “Tom and Jerry,” died August 3, 1849, aged 77.

=Pig and Tinder-box.=--A jocular term for the sign of the Elephant and

Castle.

=Pigs.=--Thief-takers, formerly applied to a Bow Street Officer.

=Pigeons.=--Young beginners, or novices, persons very necessary to be

_plucked_. Also companions of the right sort--birds of a feather.

=Pilot.=--A watchman.

=Pimple.=--The head.

=Pinks.=--Dashing fellows. _Pinks_ of the fashion.

=Pipkin.=--The head. _To crack a pipkin_, to break a head.

=Pippen.=--A good fellow.

=Plum.=--_He is worth a plum_--is said of a man possessed of £100,000, and

of him who has only realized £50,000, he’s got but “half-a-plum.”

=Pockets to Let.=--When there’s no money in them--such are best let alone.

=Point Nonplus.=--Neither money nor credit.

=Police.=--The London police grew out of the London watch, instituted

about 1253; the whole system was remodelled by Mr., afterwards Sir Robert

Peel, by 10 Geo. IV., 19th June, and the New Police commenced duty 29th

September, 1829. Sir Richard Mayne was appointed Chief Commissioner of the

Metropolitan District. The new system was not popular with the people, nor

with those who deemed they had “vested rights,” and the constables were

considered as a target that every one might fire off their chaff and

witticism at with impunity. The terms “Bobby and Peeler”--after Robert

Peel, immediately became the cant words, together with “Blue Bottles,”

“Blue Devils,” the “Royal Blues; or, the Cook’s Own,” and other opprobious

terms. Within a month of the establishing of the New Police--viz., on the

14th of October, 1829, one of the members, named John Jones, was charged,

at the Hatton Garden Police-station, with stealing a scrag of mutton, from

the stall-board of a butcher, named Samuel, in Skinner Street, Somer’s

Town. The circumstance having been witnessed by a neighbour, he pursued

the policeman, and took him into custody. He had fifteen shillings and

sixpence in his pocket. In his defence, he said he was going to take the

mutton to show his wife. This was a circumstance that could not be lost

sight of by the Seven Dials printers, and several street-papers and

ballads were immediately issued on the subject, and continued to find a

ready sale for some months; while “Who stole the mutton?” became the

by-word. Following is one of the many ballads that appeared:--

THE NEW POLICEMAN, AND THE SOMERS TOWN BUTCHER.

Air--“_Bob and Joan._”

Hollo! New Police,

Who in blue coats, strut on,

Your fame you wont increase

By stealing joints of mutton,

Who would e’er suppose,

In such handsome rigging,

Spick and span new clothes,

Men would go a prigging?

Hollo! New Police, &c., &c.

At very little cost

Jones wished to have a luncheon;

But now the blade has lost

His uniform and truncheon.

Alas! the worthy soul,

While the victuals bagging,

Tho’ a _scrag_ he stole

Never dreamt of _scragging_. Hollo! &c., &c.

Off he made a move,

And muttered in retreating,

“D----, this will prove

Very good eating!”

With this bit of meat,

Doubtless quite enraptur’d;

But joy is very fleet,

And Mr. Jones was captur’d. Hollo! &c., &c.

“Oh!” cried Mr. Jones,

“This is inconvenient!

Curse the mutton bones--

Gentlemen, be lenient.

This joint you will remark

(The truth I won’t conceal it),

I _borrowed_ for a lark--

I never meant to steal it.” Hollo! &c., &c.

Here’s a pretty prig,

Thus went Somer’s Sam on,

First my meat to prig,

And then to pitch his gammon.

Borrow’d! blow me tight,

Seeing is believing;

I loves the thing vot’s right,

And always hated thieving. Hollo! &c., &c.

Peel’s new plan, I say,

Ought to be rejected,

If this here’s the way

We’re to be protected.

These coves parade the street

In dashing dark blue habit;

But when they eye our meat,

’Tis ten to one they grab it. Hollo! &c., &c.

’Twas droll to hear the chaff

When they were embodied;

Now it makes me laugh

To see so many quodded.

Thieves may feel secure,

Whate’er the hour or weather,

For Sam is very sure

They are all rogues together. Hollo! &c., &c.

The City of London successfully rejected the introduction of the New

Police within their territories. “They worn’t a going to hav’ no new

French Police Spy system in their ancient and honourable City,” said

Alderman Cute-Grub-Bub-Turtle-and-Soup, “not if ve knows it.” Therefore,

no one will be surprised at frequently reading in the newspapers of the

period paragraphs like the following:--

THE EFFECTS OF THE NEW POLICE.

At the Guildhall, on Monday, October 12th, 1829, after Sir Peter

Laurie had admonished and discharged a disorderly woman, who had been

accused of being noisy in the street, he asked her accuser, a

watchman, named Livingstone, where his beat was? The watchman said it

was from St. Dunstan’s Church to Temple Bar. Do you find any increase

of bad characters on your beat? Watchman (smilingly): Yes, I believe I

do; the New Policemen drives ’em into the City. Sir Peter: Then you

should drive them back again; it would be better than taking them up.

Watchman: When there was a quarrel among them the other night, a

policeman came up and drove them through the Bar, saying, “Ye shan’t

stand here; go into the City with your rows.” Sir Peter Laurie said

that he had heard that a police magistrate had directed the policemen

to drive all bad characters into the City. If there was any truth in

this, it was an imprudent--an improper observation. He desired the

watchman present to drive all the bad characters out of the City. The

thing must be put down. Subsequently, some vagrants were brought up,

and Sir Peter told them to drive them out of the City instead of

apprehending them in future. “We can play at tennis-ball,” said the

Alderman, in an under tone.

“Who stole the Mutton?” together with many other words and phrases in

reference to the supposed partiality of the police to _The Cook!_ _The

Kitchen!!_ and _The Cold Mutton!!!_ have clung to the service from the day

of its formation to the present time, while comic writers of all degrees,

in farces, burlesques, songs, and pantomimes, have never failed to make

capital out of the New Police, Peel’s Raw-Lobsters, Peeler’s, Blue

Bottles, &c., &c.

=Polito’s Beasts.=--Polito, the Italian successor to Pidcock’s Zoological

Collection, and very famous in his day. Attracted many thousands of

spectators every year at Bartholomew Fair.

=Pony.=--Money. _To post the pony_, to pay down the money, also the sum of

twenty-five pounds.

=Poundage Cove.=--A fellow who receives poundage for procuring a customer

for damaged goods--also a puffer at auction sales.

=Prads.=--Horses. The swell flashes a fine pair of horses.

=Press-Gang.=--Reporters, better known, perhaps, as gentlemen connected

with the _Press_!

=Prigs.=--Pickpockets, and snappers-up of unconsidered trifles in

general--from a needle to an anchor!

=Prime Twig.=--In high condition.

=Pudding Sleeves.=--A parson.

=Pull Out.=--To come it strong.

=Punch.=--From the Indian word punj (five); so called from its five

ingredients, viz., spirit, water, lemon, sugar and spice. It was

introduced into England from Spain, where it is called _ponche_. It is

said to be a great “contradiction,” because it is composed of _spirits_ to

make it strong, and _water_ to make it weak, of _lemon juice_ to make it

sour, and _sugar_ to make it sweet.

=Pupil’s-straits.=--School tuition.

Q.

=Quean.=--A slut, or worthless woman, a strumpet.

=Queer.=--Bad. _To Queer_, to puzzle, or confound.

=Quid.=--A guinea, rather a scarce article now.

=Qui-tam.=--A ╳ species of lawyer, whose dealings are seldom or never on

the ◻.

=Quiz.=--A strange looking fellow, an odd dog. _Oxford._

=Quod.=--Newgate, or any other prison.

R.

=Rag.=--Bank notes, money in general. The cove has no _Rag_; the fellow

has no money. _Rag-carrier_, an ensign.

=Rainbow.=--A tailor’s pattern book.

=Rain Napper.=--An umbrella.

=Randall, Jack.=--Jack Randall, the _Nonpareil_ of the ring, died at his

house, the Hole-in-the-Wall, Chancery Lane, March 12th, 1828, aged 34.

Jack was an _Anglo-Irishman_, and first drew his breath in the Hibernian

colony of St. Giles. He was the hero of sixteen prize battles, and left

the ring undefeated. At this period it was considered he had received not

less than £1,200 by his good fortune, but “easy got, easy gone”--as fast

as it was got it was spent, until prudence suggested the expediency of

laying the foundation of something substantial for his family, and he

accordingly closed his bargain for the Hole-in-the-Wall, under the

patronage of General Barton, his friends giving him a pipe of wine,

instead of a piece of plate, to commence operations. From henceforth he

pursued the business of a publican, and was highly respected by all ranks

of the _Fancy_. Tom Moore, the Irish poet, was a frequenter of his house,

and it was there that he picked up most of his material for his “Tom

Cribb’s Memorial to Congress,” &c. The liberality of his friends, however,

added to his own predilection for _daffey_, gradually paved the way to the

“break-up” of his constitution, and for the last few months of his life he

was but the shadow of his former self.

Alas! poor Jack lies on his back,

As flat as any flounder:

Although he died of a _bad inside_,

No _heart_ was ever _sounder_.

The _Hole-in-the-Wall_ was once his _stall_,

His _crib_ the _Fancy_ name it:

A _hole in the ground_ he now has found,

And no one else will claim it.

But too much _lush_ man’s strength will crush,

And so found poor Jack Randall:

His fame once bright as morning light,

Now’s out, like _farthing candle_.

=Rap.=--Money, indifferent of what coin.

=Rattler.=--A Hackney coach. _Rattler_ and _Prad_, a coach and horses.

_Rattling-cove_, a coachman.

=Reader.=--A pocket book.

=Ready.=--Money--not always _ready_.

=Red Tape.=--Brandy.

=Reeve, John.=--_Glorious Jack!_ Comedian, died January 24, 1838, aged 39.

=Regular.=--In proper course. _Regulars_, the usual share of the booty.

=Rent.=--Money. _Nap the rent_, receive money.

=Rhino.=--Money.--May there always be plenty _rhino_ betwixt the chaps

that you and I know.

=Rig-Out.=--A suit of clothes.

=Right and Fly.=--Complete.

=River Tick.=--Tradesmen’s books.

=Rolled-up.=--Put in a sponging-house.

=Roses, Pinks and Tulips.=--Nobility.

=Rosy Gills.=--One with a sanguine or fresh-coloured countenance.

=Row.=--A street broil.

=Rumbler.=--A Hackney coach.

=Rum One.=--A knowing one.

=Rum Peck.=--Good grub.

=Rum Slim.=--Mixed wine or liquor, Rum Punch.

=Russell, Samuel.=--_Otherwise_ “Jerry Sneak Russell,” from the very

admirable manner in which he played the character of the henpecked cockney

lout in Foote’s farce of “The Mayor of Garratt.” Mr. Russell was for some

years manager of the Theatre Royal, Brighton, where he produced “Tom and

Jerry” in 1822. After a long life of toil and trouble as a manager, actor,

and--the father of a large family, a charitable benefit was got up for him

at the Haymarket Theatre, July 1st, 1841, when “Macbeth” was performed,

with Charles Kean as Macbeth; Mr. S. Phelps, Macduff; Lady Macbeth, Miss

Ellen Tree. After which Mr. Russell spoke an address thanking his kind

friends and patrons for their support and patronage; explaining that he

deemed it necessary to address them before his final appearance on the

stage, least he should not have the nerve power to do so afterwards. Then

followed THE MAYOR OF GARRATT, Jerry Sneak (for the last time), Mr.

Russell; Major Sturgeon, Mr. Robert Strickland. Unfortunately the money

realized by the Benefit, and the private subscription list, was

injudiciously invested in a very risky security; and a year or two

afterwards the house of business failing the whole of it was irretrievably

lost. Mr. Russell died at his daughter’s residence, Gravesend, February

25, 1845, aged 79.

S.

=Sadler’s Wells.=--The oldest theatre in London, and named in part from a

mineral spring, which was superstitiously dispensed by the monks of the

Priory of St. John of Jerusalem, from an early date. In the reign of

Charles II. a Mr. Sadler, built here a music-house, and in 1683,

re-discovered while digging gravel for his garden the _Holy Well_ of

“excellent steel water” which in 1684 was visited and drunk by hundreds of

persons of every degree in their morning’s walk. In 1765, Mr. Rosoman

converted Sadler’s Wells garden into a theatre. Mr. King, of Drury Lane

Theatre, was long a partner and stage-manager, and Charles Dibdin and his

sons Thomas and Charles were proprietors. Grimaldi, father, son and

grandson, were famous clowns. The season of 1803 is memorable for the

appearance of the celebrated Italian traveller Signor Benzoni, as the

Patagonian Samson, in which character he performed prodigious feats of

strength. Wine was sold and drunk on the premises until 1807, under the

old regulation,--“for an additional sixpence, every spectator was allowed

a pint of either port, Lisbon, mountain, or punch.” On the 15th of

October, 1807, twenty three persons, male and female, were killed, and

many dangerously injured by reason of a false alarm of “Fire!” New River

water was introduced in a tank under the stage, and plays were written and

arranged so as to display “Real Water” in some of the scenes, and the

place advertised as the AQUATIC THEATRE SADLER’S WELLS. In some cases the

“good young man” and rightful heir to the estate, was basely and

unmercifully hurled from some rock-work into the angry and surging billows

below; by the hired myrmidons of the “Cruel Squire” of the Castle: then it

was that the real dog would plunge into the real water, and rescue the

real Count De Montfordiano from perdition. At other times the Lord of

----“the star-breasted villain,” was set upon by the highly virtuous

villagers, for having disgraced the “Village-born Beauty,” who chased him

in and out, and all round about the huge mountain-pass which overhung the

“Perilous Pool,” until his noble Lordship! was captured, and then hurled

into the “depths below,” and while his _dummy!_ body was descending, it

was shot--in two places, by Robin the Ploughman and Virtuous

Villager--“under whose calf-skin waistcoat beat a heart truer than all the

Lords, Dukes and Squires in wide England and Foreign parts.” Pierce Egan’s

own version of “Tom and Jerry”--the “AUTHOR’S PIECE” was performed for the

first time on Monday, April 8, 1822; TOM, Mr. Elliott; JERRY, Mr. Keeley;

LOGIC, Mr. Vale. But the more honourable distinction of Sadler’s Wells

Theatre is the admirable representation of Elizabethan plays under the

able management of Mrs. Warner and Messrs. Phelps and Greenwood, by whom

it was made “the popular retreat of the regular drama”--1844-59 and 1861.

=Sam=--_To Stand Sam._--To pay for the whole of the reckoning. _Sammy_ is

he who is fool enough to do it.

=Sanders, John.=--“_Old Jack of the Adelphi_”--and original Black Sal,

died December 9, 1865, aged 66.

=Saving one’s Bacon.=--Taking care of one’s self.

=Schneider.=--A tailor. Scholars will perceive this “cognomen is _german_

to the matter.”

=Scamp.=--A street-walking vagabond of the lowest order.

=Scarce.=--_Non est inventus._

=Scout.=--A watchman.

=Scran.=--Food in general.

=Screen.=--A bank-note.

=Screw.=--A turnkey.

=Screw Loose.=--Something wrong.

=Seven Dials Bard.=--

There is a pleasure in poetic pains,

Which only Poets know.

“Yonder, sir, is Mr. Goosequill, one of the ‘Seven Bards of the Seven

Dials,’ a clever man, who came to town with half-a-crown in his pocket,

and his tragedy, called the ‘Mines of Peru,’ by which he of course

expected to make his fortune. For five years he danced attendance on the

manager, in order to hear tidings of its being ‘cast,’ and put into

rehearsal, and four years more in trying to get it back again. During the

process he was groaned, laughed, whistled, guyed, and nearly kicked out of

the secretary’s room, who swore--which well he might do, considering the

exhausted treasury of the concern--that he knew nothing about, or ever

heard of the ‘Mines of Peru.’ At last Mr. Goosequill, being shown into the

manager’s kitchen, to wait till he was at leisure, had the singular

pleasure of seeing two acts of the ‘Mines of Peru’ daintily fastened round

a savory capon on the spit, to preserve it from the scorching influence of

the fire.

“‘This was _foul_ treatment,’ I observed, and I ventured to ask how he had

subsisted during the meanwhile? ‘Why he first made an agreement with a

printer of Ballads, Last Dying Speeches and Confessions, &c., living in

the Seven Dials, who finding his inclinations led to poetry, expressed his

satisfaction, telling him that one of his poets had lost his senses, and

was confined in Bedlam, and another was dazed with drinking drams. An

agreement was made, and he earned five shillings and

two-pence-three-farthings per week as his share of this speculation with

the muses. But his profits were not always certain. He had often the

pleasure of dining with Duke Humphrey, and for this reason he turned his

thoughts to prose; and in this walk he was eminently successful, for

during a week of gloomy weather he published an _apparition_, on the

_substance_ of which he subsisted very comfortably for a month. He often

makes a good meal upon a monster. A _rape_ has often afforded him great

satisfaction, but a _murder_--an out-and-out _murder_--if well timed, is

board, lodging, and washing, with a feast of nectared sweets for many a

day.’”

=Shaking the Shallow.=--Tossing in a hat. Three or more coins are shaken

together in the hat, then cast out on the table, most heads or most tails

being the winner or loser, according to the calling of the players.

=Sharps.=--Persons ready to take you in on all occasions.

=Shell Out.=--Subscribe, or club their pence together.

=Shirk.=--To skulk or get off.

=Shove in the Mouth.=--A glass of gin.

=Shoulder Knot.=--A man-trap or bailiff.

=Six and Eight-pence.=--A lawyer of the first order of _Sharks_, whose

whole object in commencing an action is to make a “bill of costs.”

=Sketch-Room.=--THE--in CORINTHIAN HOUSE which was principally dedicated

to the productions of the late GEORGE MORLAND, JERRY was rather more if

not quite at home, almost skipping with rapture as his eye ran over the

subjects of that unrivalled genius of the pencil. NATURE was seen so

strongly at every touch that JERRY nearly fancied himself again at

HAWTHORN HALL, looking at his dogs, pigs, and horses.

“It was the opinion of CORINTHIAN TOM, in his remarks to JERRY, when the

latter first entered this apartment, that if MORLAND had only painted half

the number of subjects which are now before the public, their value might

have been enhanced twice as much; and _finished_ pictures, instead of

_sketches_, most likely would have been the result. This was the reason

TOM assigned to JERRY for having it called the SKETCH-ROOM. ‘Nine times

out of ten,’ said TOM, ‘dull matter-of-fact calculation is not allied with

genius.’ _Money_, to GEORGE MORLAND, was a _colour_ that he did not paint

with; and, therefore, respecting its _value_, he seemed to know nothing.

_Embarrassment_ and the Catchpoles first drew up the curtain and showed

him the iron bars which stopped his thoughtless career. They also

explained to him, in the most feeling manner, the _uses_ of a strong lock.

They likewise pointed out to GEORGE the difference in his

_prospects_,--not in an artist-like manner to his ‘mind’s eye,’ but in a

clear distinct way of business, that _twenty shillings_ make a POUND. For

the _moment_, he keenly felt the disgusting _cramped_ situation of Carey

Street,[40] which compelled him to _peep_ at his objects, through the

rails of his apartment: for the _moment_, also, he felt the immediate

_necessity_ of procuring the gold _talismanic_ key to give him once more

liberty, again to wander amidst the beauties of nature: it was then that

MORLAND painted for _money_: it was then that GENIUS was in fetters: it

was then that rapid _exertions_ got the better of his _taste_. ‘The sooner

you paint _me_ a picture, MR. MORLAND,’ said the _leary_ Bum-trap, ‘the

sooner the door will be open to you. Freedom is in view,--and I’ll

discharge your debt.’ No skilful angler ever threw his line into waters

with more _coaxing_ bait to hook the poor fish, than Mr. _Screw_ ‘tried it

on’ with his prisoner. It was plausible: it was better,--it gave no

trouble to his acquaintance: it also prevented _shyness_ or REFUSAL from

his friends. The lock-up-house, by such means lost its terror. Employment

was found for the mind and pencil of _Morland_. He experienced no

_shiverings_ of the body--no feverish _parched-up_ tongue, waiting with

the most anxious suspense for the return of the messenger to bring the NO,

which ultimately sent him to jail, or the delightful YES, that set the

prisoner once more at liberty. On the contrary, GEORGE was quite at home.

He did as his inclinations prompted him. Jolly fellows called on him in

abundance; and the song and the glass went round with the freedom of a

tavern. All his wants were supplied, and the _misery_ of a spunging-house

was not seen in MORLAND’S apartments. In fact, he was better attended than

when out of it. From the _top screw_ to the _stamper cleaner_, all of them

felt an interest in waiting upon the ‘GREAT GENIUS,’ as he was termed, in

order to take a sly peep at his paintings. _Here_ GEORGE set no price to

his pictures, but when he was tired of his companions, and his confined

situation, he then industriously, and in a short time, _painted_ himself

out of the lock-up house. _Lumbering_ him, never afterwards gave MORLAND

any horrors: and, whenever he was in _trouble_, the same kind of judgment

was repeated, time and often, till Mr. _Screw_ had realized a tolerable

collection of valuable paintings. This officer was rather fond of

paintings himself; but when any gentleman took a fancy to purchase any of

them, Mr. _Screw_ never betrayed a want of knowledge of their value--by

the _prices_ he affixed to them. MORLAND died at the premature age of 41,

in October 29, 1804--dissipated habits proved his _quietus_.”

=Slang.=--St. Giles’s Greek--a conversational expression of an irregular,

more or less vulgar, type, familiar to and in vogue among a certain class.

=Slavey.=--Servants of all work, in allusion to their laborious employment

and hard work.

=Slipped Cover.=--Got away.

=Sluice.=--To drink. _Sluice your whistle_, wet your throat.

=Sly.=--Contraband. _On the sly_, concealed, unlawful.

=Smart Blunt.=--Forfeit money.

=Smash your Countenance.=--To give a thump on the face.

=Smell a Rat.=--To suspect or discover any concealed thing, _a la Hamlet_.

_Vide_ Old Polonius behind the arras: “A rat, a rat; dead, for a ducat,

dead.”

=Smeller.=--The nose. _A smeller_, a blow on the nose.

=Smokey.=--Suspicious.

=Sneezer.=--The _Conk_ or nose.

=Snicker.=--A small tumbler.

=Snip.=--Mr. Snip a tailor.--Come in, taylor, here you may warm your

goose.--_Macbeth._

=Snowball.=--A Negro, or chimney sweeper.

=Soho Bazaar, The.=--The first of its kind in England, was established by

John Trotter, Esq., to whose family it still belongs. The building covers

a space of 300 feet by 150, and extends from the Square to Dean Street on

the one hand, and to Oxford Street on the other. The bazaar occupies two

floors, and has counter accommodation for upwards of 160 tenants. The two

principal rooms in the building are about ninety feet long, and in them

the visitor may find almost every trade represented. One large room is set

apart for the sale of books, another for furniture, and another for birds,

cages, &c.; and at one end of the latter room is a large recess, occupied

with a rustic aviary, through which runs a stream of water. Connected with

the bazaar are offices for the registration of governesses and the hire of

servants, &c.; and the scene that here presents itself during business

hours is one well worthy of a visit. The bazaar has been frequently

patronised by royalty.

THE SOHO BAZAAR.

Ladies in furs, and gemmen in spurs,

Who lollop and lounge about all day:

The Bazaar in Soho is completely the go--

Walk into the shop of Grimaldi!

Come from afar, here’s the Bazaar!--

But if you won’t deal with us, stay where you are.

Here’s rouge to give grace to an old woman’s face,

Trowsers of check for a sailor;

Here’s a cold ice, if you pay for it twice,

And here’s a hot goose for a tailor.

Soho Bazaar, come from afar:

Sing ri fal de riddle, and tal de ral la.

Here’s a cock’d hat, or an opera flat--

Here’s a broad brim for a Quaker;

Here’s a white wig for a Chancery prig,

And here’s a light weight for a baker.

Soho Bazaar, &c.

A fringed parasol, or a toad-in-the-hole.

A box of japan to hold backy;

Here’s a relief for a widow in grief--

A quartern of Hodge’s jacky.

Soho Bazaar, &c.

Here, long enough, is a lottery puff

(I was half-drunk when it caught me);

It promised, my eyes! what a capital prize:

And here’s all the rhino it brought me.

Soho Bazaar, &c.

“Put it down to the bill,” is the fountain of ill

This has the shopkeepers undone;

Bazaars never trust--so down with your dust,

And help us to diddle all London.

Soho Bazaar, &c.

=Something Short.=--_A drop of summat short._ A glass of spirits, neat,

unmixed--_straight_!

=Some Tune.=--A large amount.

=Spavined.=--Damaged, injured.

=Speeling.=--Gambling generally.

=Spellken.=--A playhouse:--Lord Byron in his _Don Juan_, Canto xi., stanza

19, uses the word in that sense, and then by way of a foot note, adds--

The advance of science and of language has rendered it unnecessary to

translate the above good and true English, spoken in its original

purity by the select nobility and their patrons. The following is a

stanza of a song which was very popular, at least in my early days:--

On the high toby-spice flash the muzzle,

In spite of each gallows old scout:

If you at the _spellken_ can’t hustle,

You’ll be hobbled in making a clout.

Then your Blowing will wax gallows haughty

When she hears of your scaly mistake,

She’ll surely turn snitch for the forty,

That her Jack may be regular weight.

If there be any gem’men so ignorant as to require a translation, I

refer him to my old friend and corporeal pastor and master, John

Jackson, Esq., Professor of Pugilism; who, I trust, still retains the

strength and symmetry of his model of a form, together with his good

humour, and athletic as well as mental accomplishments.

=Spike Hotel.=--The King’s Bench, the Fleet, or any other prison.

=Spree.=--A bit of fun.

=Stand.=--To treat. _Stand the nonsense_, to pay the reckoning, very great

nonsense when there’s no occasion for it. _Stand Sammy_, to pay for other

people.

=Stand Still.=--A table.

=Stark Naked.=--Pure gin, neat without water.

=Staunch.=--Bang up to the neck, the thing!

=Steamer.=--A pipe. _A swell steamer_, a long pipe--Churchwarden.

=Stiffener.=--A letter.

=Straw Chipper.=--A straw bonnet maker.

=St. Giles’ Greek.=--Cant language. _See_ CANT.

=Street Solicitors.=--Mendicity Societies’ clients, a class of beings

that, as before mentioned, BODKIN makes it a _point_ to take care of, in

other words--_beggars_.

=String of Onions.=--Costermongers, and others of the lower class.

=Stringer.=--A mace cove, or line man, in plain English a cheat.

=Stumpy.=--Money.

=Stunning Joe Banks.=--Who was in all that’s _flash_, “bang-up to the

knocker,” and for many years a very popular and much respected London

character. He kept a renowned _lush-crib_ called the “Hare and Hounds,”

formerly the “Beggar in the Bush;” in No. 1, Buckeridge Street, within the

classic region the “_Holy Land_,” or more frequently termed the _Rookery_

in the heart of St. Giles’. Joe Banks, “mine host” of this boosing-ken;

was a civil, rough, good natured, and very elaborate specimen of the

_genus homo_, possessing a flow of spirits as extensive as his person.

Good nature and conviviality were his leading characteristics, although

his regular customers were composed of the veriest cadgers both male and

female. The girls without shoes or stockings, clad in rags and jags. The

male cadgers seldom or never used a comb or a pocket handkerchief:--

No _small tooth-trap_ their locks disposes

No ’kerchiefs white attack their noses.

It was the fashion of the day for all the _lively spirits--flash kiddies_

and country cousins curious in such matters to visit Stunning Joe Banks’

“CITY OF THE CADGERS” on such occasions, the persons and property of all

were sacred while under his roof, and escorted through the intricacies of

the “ROOKERY,” by Joe himself--or in his temporary absence by a well and

truly trusted _aide-de-camp!_ in order that they might not be in any way

molested after leaving his house.

In conclusion we may add that “Stunning Joe Banks’s” _drum_ was the resort

of all classes, from the aristocratic marquis--especially he, who before

he _mizzled_, _hailed_ from Waterford!--to the _downy_ vagabond, whose way

of living was a puzzle to himself.

=Sufferer.=--A tailor or creditor.

=Suspicion of Debt.=--Owing two or three thousand pounds.

=Swag.=--Money, from its appetency to make its possessor _swagger_. _Bag

the Swag_, to collect money.

=Swaddies.=--Soldiers.

=Swallow-tail.=--A dress, or tail coat.

=Swell.=--A dashing buck.

=Swill Tub.=--A drunkard, a sot.

=Syntax.=--A schoolmaster.

T.

=Tag, Rag and Bobtail.=--Extremes of low life.

=Tape.=--Spirits--white and red.

=Tartar.=--A sour one, a shrewish woman, a scolding wife.

=Tattersall in the Rostrum.=--“Gentlemen, what can you hesitate about?

Only look at her! She is one of the most beautiful creatures that I have

ever had the honour of submitting to your notice! So gentle in her paces;

indeed, so safe a goer, that a child might ride her. Her pedigree is

excellent--she is thorough-bred from her ear to her hoof; and the Herald’s

College could not produce a more sound and satisfactory one--she comes

from a good house, I pledge, my word, gentlemen. My Lord Duke, will you

allow me to say £250 for your Grace? She will, notwithstanding the

excellence of your Grace’s stud, be an ornament to it. She is a

picture--complete to a shade; in fact, I could gaze upon her for ever, and

always be struck with some new beauty she possesses. Thank you, My Lord

Duke, I was certain your Grace would not let such an opportunity pass.

There is not a horse-dealer in the kingdom who can show such a fine

creature! She is above competition--I may say, she is matchless! The

Regent’s Park might be betted to a mole-hill with safety that she has no

parallel. Sir Henry, let me call your attention to CLEOPATRA! She is like

her namesake in the olden times--but beautiful without paint! She is pure

Nature, and no vice! Her action, Sir Henry--yes, her action--I could

dilate upon it for a quarter of an hour--but _puffing_ is out of the

question--you shall judge for yourself. Run her down, John--The Graces, I

am sure, _Sir Harry_, were they to behold her movements, would be out of

temper with her captivating excellence! _Taglioni_, I must admit, can

perform wonders with her pretty feet, but _Cleopatra_, my Lord Duke, can

_distance_ the whole of them put together; and positively leave the Opera

House with all its talent, in the back ground. In fact, I am deficient in

words to display her immense capabilities--£300, _Going!_ £300. Thank you,

my Lord Duke, she must be yours. For the last time, going at £310; but I

will do the handsome thing, I will allow you five minutes to compose your

mind--I am well aware that such unparalleled beauty is very

dazzling--therefore, before you lose sight of this handsome creature, I do

impress upon you, to remember that the opportunity once lost--£320; Sir

Harry, I am obliged to you--the world has always acknowledged you as a man

of great taste in matters of this kind; and without flattery, you have

never shown it more than in the present instance--according to the poet,

‘Beauty; or, Loveliness, needs not the foreign aid of ornament, but is,

when unadorned, adorned the most!’ _Going_--CLEOPATRA, my Lord Duke, will

be in other hands if your Grace does not make up your mind in your usual

princely style of doing things--a good bidding will make CLEOPATRA your

own for ever, therefore, now’s the time to put on the _distancing_ power,

and your Grace will win the race in a canter! £340, my Lord Duke, I can

only express my gratitude to say, that you have done me

honour--_Going!--Going!!--Going!!!_--in fact, gentlemen, I am like an

artist in this case, I do not like to leave such a delightful picture and

I could _dwell_ upon the qualities of CLEOPATRA to the very echo that

applauds again and again! But most certainly I have given you all a fair

chance--CLEOPATRA is on the _go_--are you all silent--_going_ for £340,

after all, what is that sum for one of the greatest English beauties ever

submitted to the inspection of the public! £350, thank you, Sir

Charles--worth your money at any price. I have witnessed your notice of

CLEOPATRA for some time past--she will bear looking at, again and again!

Charming CLEOPATRA! I am glad to see she has so many suitors for her

_hand_--I beg pardon, gentlemen--a slip will happen to the best of us--her

_feet_ I should have said, but nevertheless, I am happy to see she has a

host of admirers. I cannot _bid_ myself, or else I would ‘make play’ and

CLEOPATRA should become a noble prize--£370. Bravo! my Lord Duke! for £370

positively, yes, positively, ’pon my honour, positively the last time--or

else the beautiful CLEOPATRA goes into the _keeping_ of my Lord Duke. You

are sure, gentlemen, that you have all done? Don’t blame me, but blame

yourselves! Going _once_! Going _twice_! Going _three

times--Going--Gone!!!_ CLEOPATRA belongs to the Duke. ‘JERRY expressed

himself so much pleased with his visit to TATTERSALL’S, that he observed

to LOGIC, during his stay in London he should often frequent it.’ ‘I

delight,’ said HAWTHORN, ‘to be in the company of sportsmen; and no

objects afford me greater satisfaction than the sight of a fine

hunter,--the view of a high-mettled racer,--and the look of a _perfect_

greyhound.’ ‘I admire them also,’ replied the CORINTHIAN; ‘and

TATTERSALL’S will always prove an agreeable lounge, if no direct purpose

call a person thither. If nothing more than INFORMATION be acquired, that

_alone_, JERRY, to a man of the world, is valuable at all times. Besides,

TATTERSALL’S gives a _tone_ to the _sporting_ world, in the same way that

the transactions on the ROYAL EXCHANGE influence the mercantile part of

society. It has likewise its ‘_settling days_,’ after the great races at

_Newmarket_, _Doncaster_, _Epsom_, _Ascot_, _&c._ I do not know about the

_bulls_ and _bears_;[41] but if it has no _lame ducks_ to _waddle_ out, it

has sometimes _Levanters_ that will not _show_ for a time, and others that

will _brush off_ altogether. But this does not happen very often; and

TATTERSALL’S has its ‘_good_ MEN’ as well as the _’Change_, and whose

‘_word_,’ will be taken for any amount. It has also its Subscription-room,

which is extremely convenient for gentlemen and other persons who feel any

inclination to become acquainted with the events of the sporting world, at

the moderate charge of _one guinea_ a year. Indeed,’ continued TOM, ‘there

is an air of sporting about this place altogether; elegance, cleanliness,

and style, being its prominent features. The company, I admit, is a

_mixture_ of persons of nearly all ranks in life; but, nevertheless, it is

that sort of _mixture_ which is pleasingly interesting; there is no

_intimacy_ or _association_ about it. A man may be well known here; he may

also in his turn _know_ almost everybody that visits TATTERSALL’S; and yet

be quite a _stranger_ to their habits and connections with society. It is

no matter who _sells_ or who purchases at this repository. A _bet_ stands

as good with a LEG, and is thought as much of, as with a PEER,--MONEY

being the _touchstone_ of the circumstance. The ‘best judge’ respecting

sporting events is acknowledged the ‘best man’ here; every person being on

the ‘look out’ to see how he _lays_ his _blunt_. The DUKE and the

_Parliamentary Orator_, if they do not know the properties of a horse, are

little more than cyphers; it is true they may be _stared_ at, if pointed

out as great characters, but nothing more. The _nod_ from a

_stable-keeper_ is quite as important, if not more so, to the Auctioneer,

as the _wink_ of a RIGHT HONOURABLE. Numbers of persons who visit

TATTERSALL’S are, or wish to, appear _knowing_: from which ‘_self_’

importance they are often most egregiously duped. In short, if you are not

as familiar with the _odds_ upon all events as CHITTY in quoting

precedents--show as intimate an acquaintance with the _pedigree_ and

_speed_ of race-horses as a GULLEY--and also display as correct a

knowledge of the various capabilities of the prize pugilists as a

JACKSON--if GAIN is your immediate object, you are ‘of no _use_’ at

TATTERSALL’S,’ ‘Yes,’ said LOGIC, with a grin, interrupting TOM; ‘there

are to be found here as many _flats_ and _sharps_ as would furnish the

_score_ of a musical composer; and several of these _instruments_ have

been so much played upon, and are so wretchedly out of _tune_, that the

most skilful musician in the world cannot restore them to perfect

_harmony_.’ ‘It is,’ resumed the CORINTHIAN, ‘an excellent mart for the

disposal of carriages, horses, dogs, &c., and many a fine fellow’s _stud_

has been _floored_ by the hammer of TATTERSALL. There is a capacious TAP

attached to the premises, for the convenience of servants of gentlemen in

attendance upon their masters, or for any person who stands in need of

refreshment. TATTERSALL’S, for the purposes intended, is the most

complete place in the Metropolis; and if you have any desire to witness

‘real life’--to observe _character_--and to view the favourite _hobbies_

of mankind, it is the resort of the _pinks_ of the SWELLS,--the _tulips_

of the GOES,--the _dashing_ heroes of the military,--the fox hunting

clericals,--sprigs of nobility,--stylish coachmen,--smart guards,--saucy

butchers,--natty grooms,--tidy helpers,--knowing horse-dealers,--_betting_

publicans,--neat jockeys,--sporting men of all descriptions,--and the

picture is finished by numbers of real gentlemen. It is the tip-top

sporting feature in London.’ ‘It must have been the work of some time,’

said JERRY, ‘to have formed such a famous connection.’ ‘Yes,’ replied TOM;

‘you are quite right. It is not the _work_ of a day. The name of

TATTERSALL is not only high, but of long standing in the sporting world;

and everything connected with this splendid establishment is conducted in

the most gentlemanly manner. The founder of these premises was during his

time, viewed as one of the best judges of horse-flesh in the kingdom; and,

as a proof of it, he made his fortune by a horse called HIGHFLYER.’”

=Tattler.=--A watch. “Time’s a tell tale.”

=Teazer of the Catgut.=--A hardworking fiddler.

=Thames.=--“_He’ll never set the Thames on fire_,” _i.e._, He will never

make any figure in the world. This popular phrase is as to the word

“THAMES” altogether a misapplication. The _temse_ was a corn sieve which

was worked in former times over the receiver of the sifted flour. A

hard-working active man would not unfrequently ply the _temse_ so quickly

as to set fire to the wooden hoop at the bottom; but a lazy fellow would

never--no never set the _temse_ on fire! The play on the word _temse_ has

engendered many stupid imitations as “He will never set the Mersey--or the

Humber, &c., on fire,” which has no meaning. Dutch, _teme_; French,

_tamis_; Italian, _tamiso_, a sieve.

=Thigh of Mutton and Smash.=--A boiled leg of mutton, with turnips and

caper sauce, &c. A prominent article among _pot-house_ gamblers.

=Thimble.=--A watch.

=Third of Daffy.=--Third part of a quartern of gin.

=Timber Merchant.=--A dealer in the old-fashioned brimstone matches.

=Tip your Rags a Gallop.=--To run away.

=Tip.=--Money. _To be in Tip-street_, to have plenty of money, “a

consummation devoutly to be wished.”

Toddle.--To move your pins.

=Toggery.=--Wearing apparel; from the Roman _toga_.

=Tom King.=--_The Jolly Dog_--“When did Tom King ever fail when the object

was to serve a friend and promote mirth?” Zounds! for a quiz, a hoax, a

joke, a jest, a song, a dance, a catch, a tale, a race, or a row. Tom King

would not turn his back on any man in England. A’n’t I the choice spirit

of the day, the jolly dog, the roaring boy, the knowing lad, the rare

blood, the prime buck, the rum soul, the funny fellow? Emperor of the

Cockonians! Chairman of the Jacks! General of the Lumber Troop! Master of

the Mugs! Chief of the Eccentrics! Member of Daffy’s! President of the

Flounder Club! Chairman of the Owls! Chancellor of the Two o’Clock Club!

Vice-Chairman of the Hard-up Club! Captain of the Rag and Famish! Chairman

of the Never Sinks! Founder of the Snugs! Member of the Beef-steak Club!

Past Primo of all the BUFFALOES Lodges held within the precincts of the

City of Lushington! Noble Grand of the Oddfellows! Past-Arch of the

Druids! And Vice of half the Freemasons’ Lodges in the United Kingdom! And

though last, not least, in love, Founder of the Moral Philosophers’ Club!

Oh, d----n! Tom King is the Jolly Dog! of the day.

=Top of the Tree.=--The heads of their profession.

=Tooth Picker.=--An Irish watchman’s shillelah.

=Tothill Fields.=--Situate between Pimlico and the Thames, formerly a

great rendezvous for beggars, thieves, &c.

=Tow Street.=--Being decoyed or persuaded by any person.

=Town Tabby.=--Dowager of quality.

=Traps.=--Constables.

=Translator of Soles.=--A cobbler that can _vamp_ up old shoes to look

like new. A _prime_ piece of deception; and those persons who purchase

second-hand shoes soon find it out on a wet day.

=Trotters.=--The feet. _Walk your trotters_, to be off. _Trotter-cases_,

shoes. _Trotter shakers_, dancers.

=Turkey Merchant.=--A poulterer.

=Turf--The.=--The race course; the profession of horse racing, which is

done on turf or grass. One who lives by the turf, or one on the turf, is

one whose chief occupation or means of living is derived from running

horses or betting on races. All men are equal on the _turf_ and under

it.--_Lord George Bentinck._

U.

=Umbrella.=--Otherwise _mush, spread, summer cabbage, water-plant,

gingham, &c._ The first person who used an umbrella in the streets of

London was Jonas Hanway, founder of the Magdalene Hospital, who died 1786.

=Uncle.=--The pawnbroker. _See_ MY UNCLE.

=Under a Cloud.=--In debt and difficulties. Not able to show out, or come

to the front in daylight.

=Undergoing a Three Months’ Preparation.=--The modern “New way to pay old

debts,” or taking the Benefit of the Act! Sometimes resorted to by an

honest man overwhelmed by the harpies of the law, but more generally in

use among swindlers, scamps, blacklegs, rogues, and vagabonds of every

description.

=Under the Rose.=--_Sub rosa._--Secretly, confidentially. Amongst the

ancients the rose was an emblem of silence.

=Under the Screw.=--In prison.

=Uneasiness.=--Trouble. _To have the uneasiness_, to be vexed, restless.

_A copy of uneasiness_, a copy of a writ.

=Up.=--Knowledge. _To be up_, to understand. _Up to trap_, aware of

things.

=Uphills.=--False dice that run high.

=Upper Benjamin.=--A great coat.

=Upper Crust.=--The lions or crack men of the day.

=Upper Story, or Garret.=--Figuratively used to signify the head.

=Upper Ten Thousand.=--The aristocracy.

=Uppish.=--Testy, apt to take offence, proud, arrogant.

=Upstarts.=--Persons lately raised to honours and riches, from mean

stations.

=Used Up.=--Killed; a military saying, originating from a message sent by

the late General Guise, on the expedition at Carthagena, where he desired

the Commander-in-chief to order him some more grenadiers, for those he had

were all _used up_!

V.

=Vale, Samuel.=--Low comedian, died March 24, 1848, aged 51.

=Various Classes of Society.=--“‘Now my dear Coz,’ said TOM, ‘as we shall

soon have to intermix with the ‘_various classes of society_;’ and

although it is not absolutely necessary that you should be able to dispute

the accuracy of a _Greek quotation_ with a PORSON--contend with a MOZART

upon the fundamental _principles of harmony_--enter into a dissertation on

the properties of _light and shade_ with a REYNOLDS--quote _precedents_

with a SPEAKER of the House of Commons--argue _law_ with an ELDON--display

a knowledge of _tactics_ with a WELLINGTON--write _poetry_ with a

BYRON--relate _history_ with a GIBBON--contest _grammatical points_ with a

HORNE TOOKE--_wit_ and _eloquence_ with a CANNING--support the _Old

English Character_ with a WYNDHAM--_dance_ with an OSCAR BYRNE--_fence_

with an O’SHAUNESSY--_set-to_ with a BELCHER--_sing_ with BRAHAM--contest

the _law of nations_ with a LIVERPOOL--_erudition_ with a

JOHNSON--_philosophy_ with a PALEY--the _wealth of nations_ with a

SMITH--_astronomy_ with an HERSCHEL--_physiognomy_ with a

LAVATER--_equity_ with a ROMILLY--and so on to the end of the Chapter of

Talents in the Metropolis;--although it is not necessary, I again repeat,

my dear Coz, that you should be able to rival all the traits of

excellences possessed by the above characters, yet it is essentially

requisite that you should have some knowledge of their respective

qualities, and be sensibly alive to their immediate value, and the

impression they have made on the minds of mankind.’ ‘Hold, hold!’ said

JERRY, smiling, and making a low bow at the same time; ‘there is one

person among these distinguished men that you have forgot to mention--who

shall dispute _taste_ with CORINTHIAN TOM?’ The latter hero gave rather a

graceful _nod_ in return for this unexpected compliment, which, it would

seem, augured to TOM a kind of budding of the lively genius of his

cousin’s mind.”

=Vauxhall Gardens=--were sold by auction, 9th September, 1841, for

£20,000. The last performance took place 25th July, 1859. The ground has

been since sold for building purposes.--In allusion to the _thinness_ and

artist-like manner in which the _ham_ was brought to table. LOGIC offered

to bet JERRY “that it was not _cut_ with a _knife_, but _shaved_ off with

a _plane_: and, if necessary, from its transparent quality, conceived it

might answer the purpose of a _sky-light_!” _Vauxhall Slices!_ or _Ham

Shavings!_ are terms well understood to this day.

A Vauxhall supper usually consisted of:--

Lilliput chickens boil’d,

Bucellas warm from Vauxhall ice;

And hams that flit in airy slice,

And salads scarcely soil’d.--_London Mag., Sept., 1824._

=Velvet.=--The tongue. “_To be upon velvet_,” have the best of a bet or

match.

=Venus.=--Love; the Goddess of Love; courtship. _My Venus turns out a

whelp_, _i.e._, my swans are changed to geese; my cake is dough. In dice

the best cast--three sixes--was called “Venus,” and the worst--three

aces--was called “Canis.” My win-all turns out to be a lose-all!

=View-Holloa= of a fox is “Tally-ho!” or, as _Jemmy Green_ would have it,

“_Tally-man!_” of a _hare_, “Gone away!” but the “Who-hoop” signifies the

death of each.

=Viper and File.=--The biter bit.--Æsop says a viper found a file, and

tried to bite it, under the supposition that it was good food; but the

file said that its province was to bite others, and not to be bitten.

=Vowel.=--“_To vowel a debt._” Where the acknowledgment of the debt is

expressed by the vowels I.O.U.

Let old I.O.U.’s be forgot,

And never brought to mind,

Let Writs and Judgments be forgot

And the Bills that I have signed

W.

=Waifs and Strays.=--The juvenile homeless poor. Waifs are goods found but

not claimed. Strays are animals that have wandered from their proper

enclosures to the grounds of some one not their owner.

=Walking Poulterer.=--One who steals fowls, and hawks them from door to

door.

=Walking Stationer.=--A hawker of books, prints and dying-speeches, &c.

=Walking-up against the Wall.=--To run up a score, which in alehouses is

commonly recorded with chalk on the walls of the bar.

=Wapping Great.=--Means astonishingly great. Saxon, _Wafian_, to be

astonished.

=Ware Hawk.=--An exclamation used by thieves to inform their confederates

that some police officers are at hand.

=Warming-pan.=--A large old fashioned watch.

=Watch, Chain and Seals.=--A sheep’s head and pluck.

=Watchmaker.=--A stealer of watches--he _makes_ them in a crowd!

=Water Sneaksman.=--A man who steals from ships or crafts on the river.

=Ways and Means.=--To raise the supply of ready money for the current

expenses of the day.

=Wear the Breeches.=--To be White Serjeant.

=Weasel.=--“_To catch a weasel asleep._” To catch a person nodding; to

find he has not his weather-eye open--_Nunquam dormio!_

=Weather-Eye.=--“_I have my weather-eye open._” I have my wits about me; I

know what I am after: I can see the difference between a clock and a

cabbage.

=Wedge.=--Silver plate, because melted by the receivers of stolen goods

into wedges.

=West-End Tailor--A.=--“CORINTHIAN TOM had just ordered his servant to

bring him ‘_The Weekly Dispatch_,’ to see how sporting matters had been

going on in the Metropolis during his absence from town, when Mr.

Primefit--the West-End _Schneider_!--_Par excellence!_--was announced to

MR. HAWTHORN to be in waiting to receive his commands.

“MR. PRIMEFIT, according to the ‘_counter-talking_ part of the community,’

had done, all his ‘dirty work;’ and among the _needles_--otherwise

_sharps_--at the West-end of the Town, who must sport a genteel _outside_,

no matter at whose _suit_, it was observed, between a grin and a pun, that

he had not only got rid of all his ‘_bad habits_,’ but had likewise

outlived his _sufferings_. It was said of this celebrated ‘apparel

furnisher,’ that, if he received the cash for ONE coat out of _three_,

nothing was the matter! In his _intercourse_ with people of fashion, the

character that ran before him was a perfectly gentlemanly tradesman. He

had one _point_ in view on setting out in life, and he never lost sight of

it. To ask his customers for payment was to _lose_ their custom. Though

for the first seven years DICKEY PRIMEFIT was engaged in _cutting-up_ his

cloth, he was _hurried_ beyond _measure_, by those ‘troublesome

customers,’ _John Doe_ and _Richard Roe_, who were continually at his

elbow, _nudging_ him to take ‘measure of their suits’ in preference to

every other person; his law expenses and ‘MUM _tip_’--that is _rhino_ to

_silence_, or, shut-up the _gab_ of the _bum-traps_--in consequence, were

frightful; yet DICKEY braved the fury of the woollen-draper’s ‘storm’ with

the utmost composure. With a placid countenance he never refused credit to

any British officer, either in the sea or land service, let the distance

or uncertainty be what it might. The _reference_ of one gentleman to

another was quite sufficient to MR. PRIMEFIT; and the _garments_ were made

and sent home without further enquiry or delay. Of course, in return, the

_charges_ of DICKEY were never overhauled; indeed, what GENTLEMAN would

have behaved so _ungentlemanly_ to a tradesman who was all civility,

politeness, and _accommodation_, from one end of his pattern-card to the

other? The business of MR. PRIMEFIT, therefore, became so extensive, that

he sent clothes to all parts of the world. In London, no _gentleman_, who

had been once in the books of DICKEY, would listen to the name of any

other tailor, which rendered PRIMEFIT the ‘_go_ for a tasty cut, best

materials, and first-rate workmanship.’ DICKEY had a ‘soul above buttons,’

he had no narrow ideas belonging to him: and he flattered himself that,

ultimately, it would _all be right_. ‘_No gentleman_,’ MR. PRIMEFIT would

often assert, when he has been blamed for giving such an extensive loose

sort of credit, ‘_I am convinced, but will act as such, sooner or later_,

towards me!’ So it proved. Things, at length, took the expected turn. Many

long out-standing bills came in. His capital accumulated. His business

also increased in so extraordinary a manner that several clerks were

necessary to keep it in order, and ensure punctuality. DICKEY was almost

as true as a clock to his time, in attending to orders. His character for

fashion was so _emphatic_, that numbers of stylish tradesmen, who found it

necessary to have a ‘bettermost coat’ by them, for ‘high days and

holidays’ regardless of the charge, employed MR. PRIMEFIT. The sunshine of

prosperity was now so complete, that not a single _bum-trap_ had crossed

the threshold of DICKEY’S door, in the way of _private_ business, for many

a long day past. In short, MR. PRIMEFIT had realised the climax of his

exertions--he had _measured_ his way into a carriage. DICKEY was

principally distinguished for the _cut_ of his coats. To CORINTHIAN TOM he

was peculiarly indebted, as a leader of the fashion. It was owing to this

circumstance that MR. PRIMEFIT waited in person at CORINTHIAN HOUSE;

indeed, the active use of the scissors and parchment had long been removed

from the hands of DICKEY, and his principal occupation now consisted of

_talking_ over the versatility of fashion to his customers, and giving

directions to his men. But the slightest idea that might drop from

CORINTHIAN TOM respecting the advantages of dress was what DICKEY could

not resist, and he, therefore, ordered his carriage immediately to attend

upon the rustic JERRY at once.

“TOM and JERRY, previously to the arrival of the _apparel-furnisher_, had

been discussing the advantages resulting from _dress_ and ADDRESS; and the

CORINTHIAN had also been pointing out to his Coz not to _skim_ too lightly

over so important a subject, but to peruse with most marked attention that

_grand living_ BOOK of _books_:--MAN!!!”

=Whetstone Park.=--A lane between Holborn and Lincoln’s-Inn-Field’s.

Formerly famed for being the resort of women of the town.

=Whistling Shop.=--A place in which spirits are sold without a licence.

“Who that has ever visited a Friend undergoing a three months’

purification in the Fleet or King’s Bench, but has been introduced to a

_Whistling Shop_; and who that has been initiated into its sacred rites,

would basely betray his knowledge. No one at all ambitious of bearing the

character of the real thing. Neither Mr. Brown nor Marshal Jones would

thank any _Paul Pry_ for splitting on this point. Any reader that may not

have visited a _Whistling Shop_, cannot do better than put a little of the

_bustle_ in his poke; call on the first Friend he has in _Limbo_, and get

introduced to one as quickly as possible; and thus do a double good,

furnish himself with a little useful information, and cheer a Pal in

distress at the same time.

=Whitechapel.=--Anything low, mean, or paltry. _A Whitechapel portion_, a

smock, and what nature gave. _Whitechapel breed_, fat, ragged, and saucy.

_Whitechapel Beau_, one who dresses with a needle and thread, and

undresses with a knife. _A Whitechapel Brougham_, a costermonger’s

donkey-barrow.

=Wipe.=--A nose handkerchief.

=Wrench, Benjamin.=--Comedian; original Corinthian Tom at the Adelphi,

died November 24, 1843, aged 67.

=Wrekin Tavern.=--In Broad Court, Drury Lane, was much frequented by

first-rate theatricals, authors, poets, painters, gentlemen of the press,

men of the world, and intelligent persons in general, and was a house of

entertainment of no common description, kept at the time by a Mr.

Williams, a person connected with literary pursuits. It was to the Wrekin

Tavern that Edmund Kean was conveyed on the ever-memorable night of the

24th of March, 1833, when he partly played Othello to his son Charles’s

Iago, at Covent Garden Theatre. And described thus by his biographer:--

“After making one or two feeble steps towards his son, and attempting the

speech of:--

Villian, be sure thou prove my love a whore;

Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof, &c.

“When his head sunk on his son’s shoulder, and the tragedian’s acting was

at an end. He was able to groan out a few words in Charles’s ear--‘I am

dying--speak to them for me;’ after which (the audience refusing in

kindness, to hear any apology) he was borne from the stage. His son,

assisted by other persons, carried him to his dressing-room, and laid him

on a sofa. He was as cold as ice; his pulse was scarcely perceptible; and

he was unconscious of all that was going on around him. In this state he

remained some time, when the remedies which were applied having restored

him to his senses, he was taken to the ‘Wrekn’ Tavern, near the theatre,

and Messrs. Carpue and Duchez, the surgeons, were sent for. From the

Wrekin Tavern, he was after a week’s stay, removed to Richmond: where he

died on the fifteenth day of May, 1833.”

The Wrekin Tavern--the Times--and the Proprietors underwent many changes

from good, bad, and very indifferent; in fact, the character of house and

company was entirely altered--_O tempora! O mores!_ Here Johnny Broome,

the pugilist, who was born at Birmingham, 1817, and the successful hero of

six or seven battles in the P.R., and also the prime mover in “The Great

Brighton Card Cheating Case,” committed suicide by cutting his throat, May

31, 1855.

LONDON:

E. A. Beckett, Printer, 111 & 113, Kingsland Road, E.

FOOTNOTES:

[1] _Books published by G. Virtue, Ivy-lane, Paternoster-row_:--

BOXIANA; or, Sketches of Ancient and Modern Pugilism; including every

Exploit from the Days of Figg and Broughton to the present year (1829);

with Biographical Memoirs of all the Boxers, particulars of their age,

weight, style of fighting, &c.; and interspersed with a variety of

Sporting Anecdotes, never before published. By PIERCE EGAN.

Also in royal 8vo. price £1 16s., embellished with 36 beautifully

coloured, characteristic plates and woodcuts, from scenes in real

life, by I. R. and G. Cruikshank.

=A New Edition of Life in London=; or, the Day and Night Scenes of Jerry

Hawthorn, Esq., and his elegant Friend, Corinthian Tom, in their Rambles

and Sprees through the Metropolis. By Pierce Egan.

Also, just published, uniform with the above, price £1 16s., embellished

with 36 richly coloured scenes from real life, and spirited wood cuts, by

R. Cruikshank.

“Begar here’s Monsieur Tonson come again.”

=Pierce Egan’s Finish= to the =Adventures= of =Tom, Jerry=, and =Logic=,

in their Pursuits through Life In and Out of London. Being the Second

Part, or Continuation of ‘Life in London,’ calculated to attract the

Corinthian, entertain the Sportsman, relieve the cares of the Merchant, a

specific against Ennui, delight the Country Folks, please Everybody, and

‘No Mistake.’

Also, by the same Author, and uniform with the above.

=The Life of an Actor, Peregrine Proteus.= Illustrated by Twenty-seven

coloured Scenes, representing the Vicissitudes of the Stage; and nine

beautiful wood cuts. By Pierce Egan, Author of ‘Life in London,’ ‘Tom and

Jerry,’ &c. Price £1 1s. in boards; or in nine parts, at 2s. 6d. each.

“The present work is one of the best exemplifications of Mr. Egan’s

peculiar talents. It is impossible for us to do justice to the spirit of

the designs, many of which would not discredit the pencil of

Hogarth.”--_Monthly Critical Gazette._

[2] =Quarterly Review=, the organ of the Tory party, first appeared in

February, 1809, under the editorship of William Gifford, the celebrated

translator of “Juvenal.” He died 31 December, 1826.

[3] =Edinburgh Review= was founded October, 1802, by Francis Jeffrey,

Scotch lawyer, critic, and politician, Francis Horner, Brougham, Rev.

Sidney Smith, and other Whigs.

[4] =Fistulæ and Piles.=--Mr. Van Butchell, Surgeon Accoucheur No. 2, Half

Moon Street, Piccadilly, having, without cutting or confinement, in the

short space of three weeks, cured me of the above-named complaints (under

which I had laboured for nearly four years). I am prompted by gratitude to

him publicly to state, that I had previously consulted several Surgeons,

who pronounced my cure impossible, without submitting to the painful

operation of cutting, to which dangerous experiment I had always been

averse, and therefore despaired of ever regaining my health, till, on

applying to Mr. Van Butchell, to whom I was strongly recommended, he, in

the short space above-mentioned, realized his assurances by performing a

perfect cure.

Newhaven, Sussex.

THOMAS EAGLES, Butcher & Salesman.

[5] =John Abernethy=, Surgeon and Physiologist, 1764-1831.

[6] =William Blackwood=, Scotch bookseller, born 1776; established

“Blackwood’s Magazine,” 1817, died 1834.

[7] POCKET-BOOK. Townsend’s first introduction to the police, it seems,

was owing to his knowledge of the numerous persons hanged, transported,

&c.; he having kept a regular journal to that effect. This calender of

offences gave him a great superiority over his fellows.

[8] JAMES GILLRAY, the famous caricaturist, 1785-1815.

[9] In Cheyne walk, Chelsea, was the museum and coffee house of Don

Saltero, renowned in the swimming exploits of Dr. Franklin. The landlord,

James Salter, was a noted barber, who made a collection of natural

curiosities, which acquired him the name (probably first given him by

Steele,) of Don Saltero.--_See_ _Tatler_, Nos. 34, 195 and 226.--The quiet

tavern remains, but the museum was dispersed by auction about the year

1807. Another wonder was the Old Chelsea Bun-house, which possessed a sort

of rival museum to Don Saltero’s. It was taken down in 1839.--_John Timbs

Curiosities of London._

[10] This is certainly good and correct advice, but, perhaps the metaphor

might have proved rather more _illustrative_, if the old adage had been

quoted, that, “_when at_ ROME _do as_ ROME _does_!”

[11] =Pea-Green Hayne.= _See_ page 195.

[12] =Parson Colton=:--Rev. Caleb C. Colton, A.M., eccentric clergyman;

published “Lacon; or, Many Things in Few Words; addressed to Those Who

Think.” 1820-25.--Died by suicide 29th April, 1832.

[13] =The Three R’s.=--Sir William Curtis being asked at a City Banquet to

give a toast said--“I will give you Gemmen the three R’s, that’s Reading!

Riting!! and Rithmetic!!!”

[14] =None but himself can be his parallel.=--Louis Theobald’s--_The

Double Falsehood_, Act iii. Sc. 2.

“Quæris Alcidæ parem?

Nemo est nisi ipse.”

SENECA, _Hercules Furens_, Act. i., Sc. 1.

[15] =This Piece=--that is to say the Adelphi Dramatic Version, as

written, printed, and published by Mr. W. T. Moncrieff, at No. 104, Drury

Lane. 1824.

[16] Not out of _wind_, nor beat to a _stand-still_; but sorry that I am

compelled to _forfeit_ on the 1st of January, 1821, being out of

_condition_ to appear _bang-up_ at the _scratch_!

[17] =Jack Randall=, the _Nonpareil_, of the Ring, was then keeping the

Hole-in-the-Wall, in Chancery Lane. _See_ RANDALL, page 199.

[18] =Crooky Booked= it, _i.e._, Cruikshank made a mental note; or, sketch

of the circumstance at the time:--“When found, make a note of.”

[19] =Leicester Fields.=--Now Leicester Square, so called from a family

mansion of the Sydneys, Earls of Leicester, which stood on the north-east

side.

[20] THE PLATE in question occurs at page 276 of the work, and is

entitled--“LIFE IN LONDON.--_Peep O’ Day-Boys; A Street Row, the Author

losing his ‘reader;’ Tom and Jerry showing fight, and Logic floored._”

N.B.--A Catnachian pirated copy of the Plate will be found at page 36 and

99, of the present work.--But a far better idea of this, and all the other

Plates by the Brothers Cruikshank: in Colours after the Originals, will be

found in the reprint of LIFE IN LONDON: Published by Chatto and Windus,

Piccadilly. Crown 8vo., cloth extra 7s. 6d.--_Editor._

[21] Mr. Jones of the firm of Sherwood, Jones and Co., Publishers,

Paternoster Row, London.

[22] Literary.

[23] A half-penny.

[24] Short-hand.

[25] One pound note. An author, indeed, with money in his pocket-book,

would be a novelty in Life in London. But in the North, they are not quite

so SCOTT free in this respect. Merit is at all times, worthy of reward.

[26] MR. PARRY, the celebrated composer of the Welsh Melodies and several

other popular pieces of music; a gentleman well known in the musical

world, and who has risen to the well-merited eminence he now enjoys

entirely from the possession of superior talents. MR. PARRY was originally

the master of the Derbyshire Band, and the fife was the first instrument

he excelled upon, when quite a boy; but his performances on the flageolet

are exquisitely fine, and the admiration of all those persons who have

heard him.

[27] PAINTINGS OF HOGARTH AND HAYMAN.=At the sale of the movable property,

Oct., 1841, twenty-four pictures by William Hogarth [1697-1764] and

Francis Hayman, R.A., historical painter [1708-1776] produced but small

sums: they had mostly been upon the premises since 1742; the canvas was

nailed to boards, and much obscured by dirt. Those by Hogarth fetched as

follows.--A Drunken Man, £4 4s.; A Woman pulling out an Old Man’s grey

hairs, £3 3s.; Jobson and Nell in the _Devil to Pay_, £4 4s.: The Happy

Family, £3 15s.; Children at Play, £4 11s. 6d. Those by Hayman:--Children

Bird’s-nesting, £5 10s.; Minstrels, £3; The Enraged Husband, £4 4s.; The

Bridal Day, £6 6s.; Blindman’s Buff, £3 8s.; Prince Henry and Falstaff,

£7: Scene from the Rake’s Progress, £9 15s.; Merry-making, £1 12s.; The

Jealous Husband, £4; Card-party, £6; Children’s Party, £4 15s.; Battledore

and Shuttlecock, £1 10s.; The Doctor, £4 14s. 6d.; Cherrybob, £2 15s.; The

Storming of Seringapatam, £8 10s.; Neptune and Britannia, £8 15s. Four

busts of Simpson, the celebrated Master of the Ceremonies, were sold for

10s.; and a bust of his royal shipmate, William IV.--not a

sovereign!--only 19s. Among the Vauxhall composers were Arne, Boyce,

Carter, Mountain, Hook (father to Theodore Edward) and Signor Storace.

Male singers: Beard, Tommy Lowe, Webb, Charley Dignum, Vernon, Incledon,

Braham, Pyne, Sinclair, Tinney--Pretty Jane Robinson, Paul Bedford, W. H.

Williams, Sharp, Weekes, &c. Females: Miss Brent, Mrs. Wrighten, Mrs.

Weischel (mother of Mrs. Billington), Mrs. Mountain, Mrs. Crouch, Mrs.

Bland, Miss Tryer (afterwards Mrs. Liston), Miss Graddon, Miss Love, Miss

Tunstall, Miss P. Horton, &c. Italian Operas were performed here in 1829.

The band were the last to wear the semi-circular or cocked hat:--

“By the high dome that trembling glows

With lamps, cock’d hats, and shiv’ring bows,

How many hearts are shook!

A feather’d chorister is there,

Warbling some tender, grove-like air.

Composed by Mr. Hook.”--_London Magazine_, Sept., 1824.

[28] =Vauxhall Slices! or Ham Shavings!=--_See_ page 213. _Apropos_ to the

subject we here insert the following _J’eu d’esprit_: from BELL’S LIFE IN

LONDON: August 2, 1829.

A NEW SONG TO AN OLD TUNE.

[Mr. Moncrieff, the Dramatist, having received an invitation to supper

from the Proprietors of Vauxhall, returned one of the Gentlemen the

following extemporaneous answer:--]

By thy cold fowls, each worth, at least a _crown_--

And by thy _ham_ which makes these fowls go down--

By thy French rolls--thy beef and pickled ghirkins--

By thy brown stout, by _Barclay_ brew’d and _Perkins_--

And by thy lettuce, from the isle of Cos--

Thy pepper, vinegar, and mustard, pos.--

In that same place thou hast appointed me,

This ev’ning, truly, will I meet with thee!

By thy old port, and thy particular sherry,

With which men, for six shillings, oft get merry--

By thy Sauterne, thy Hock, and thy Bucellas,

Thy real Champagne--Nectar of good fellows--

By thy best _Chateau Margaux_; and again,

By Mr. Simpson,[A] blandest, best of men!

In that same place thou hast appointed me,

This ev’ning, truly, will I meet with thee.

By thy Italian singers, whose fine throats

Produce such a vast quantity of notes--

By thy _Hydraulics_ and thy _Cosmoramas_,

Delight of all town-visiting clods and farmers--

By thy famed fire-works, pleasing great and small--

And by thy _rack-punch_, greatest charm of all!

In that same place thou hast appointed me,

This ev’ning, truly, will I meet with thee!

[A] M.C., and Inspector of the Gardens.

[29] The late John Camden Hotten’s Introduction to the new edition of

“Life in London.” Chatto & Windus: Piccadilly.

[30] Mr. Pierce Egan says:--“Mr. Barrymore’s Burletta was _thought of_,

written, and got up, in five days. As a friend, I attended the rehearsals,

notwithstanding I had previously made an outline of a Drama for myself.”

[31] AN ITALIAN TURN-UP.

_Surprising Novelty in the Sporting Circle._

On Tuesday next, at Seven o’Clock in the Evening,

_A special grand combat will be decided at the_

WESTMINSTER PIT,

FOR ONE HUNDRED GUINEAS,

Between the extraordinary and celebrated creature, the famed Italian

Monkey:

JACCO MACCACCO,

And a Dog of 20lbs. weight, the property of a Nobleman well-known in the

circle.

[32] Tom Cribb, born at Hanham, Gloucestershire, July 8, 1781. His last

fight was with Molineux, a black, for £600, at Thistleton Gap, September

28, 1811. Presented by the Sporting World with a cup of the value of

eighty guineas, December 2, 1811, at the Castle Tavern, Holborn. Which he

received from the hands of Mr. Emery, the comedian, who made the following

complimentary address:--“THOMAS CRIBB, I have the honour this day of being

the representative of a numerous and most respectable body of your

friends; and though I am by no means qualified to attempt the undertaking

which has devolved on me, by a vote of the subscribers, yet the cause

will, I am confident, prove a sufficient excuse for my want of ability.

You are requested to accept this CUP, as a tribute of respect for the

uniform valour and integrity you have shown in your several combats, but,

most particularly, for the additional proofs of native skill and manly

intrepidity displayed by you in your last memorable battle, when the cause

rested not merely upon individual fame, but for the pugilistic reputation

of your native country, in contending with a formidable foreign

antagonist. In that combat you gave proof that the innovating hand of a

foreigner, when lifted against a son of Britannia, must not only be aided

by the _strength_ of a LION but the HEART also.

“The fame you have so well earned has been by manly and upright conduct,

and which I have no doubt will ever mark your very creditable retirement

from the ring or stage of pugilism. However intoxicated the _cup_ or its

_contents_ may at any future period make you, I am sufficiently persuaded

the gentlemen present, and the sons of John Bull in general, will never

consider you have a _cup_ too much.”

Tom Cribb took a farewell benefit under the auspices of the Pugilistic

Association, at the National Baths, Westminster Road, November 12, 1840.

Died in High Street, Woolwich, May 11, 1848. Monument erected to his

memory in Woolwich Churchyard, May 1, 1851.

[33] ALL-MAX IN THE EAST.--The very antipodes of the _Almack’s in the

West_--was held at the Coach and Horses public house, Nightingale-lane,

East Smithfield, which was kept by a person of the appropriate name of

MACE. Here it required no patronage;--a card of admission was not

necessary; no enquiries were made, and every _cove_ that put in his

appearance was quite welcome, colour or country considered no obstacle;

and _dress_ and ADDRESS completely out of the question. _Ceremonies_ were

not in use, therefore no struggle took place at ALL-MAX for the master of

them. The parties _paired off_ to _fancy_; the eye was pleased in the

choice, and nothing thought of about birth and distinction. _All was

happiness!_--every body free and easy, and freedom of expression allowed

to the very echo. The group motley indeed;--Lascars, blacks, jack tars,

coalheavers, dustmen, women of colour, old and young, and a sprinkling of

the remnants of once fine girls, &c. were all _jigging_ together, provided

the _teazer of the catgut_ was not _bilked_ out of his _duce_. _Gloves_

might have been laughed at, as dirty hands produced no _squeamishness_ on

the heroines in the dance, and the scene changed as often as a pantomime,

from the continual introduction of new characters. _Heavy wet_ was the

cooling beverage, but frequently overtaken by _flashes of lightning_.

“I am quite satisfied in my mind, said LOGIC to TOM, it is the LOWER

ORDERS of society who really enjoy themselves. They eat with a good

appetite, _hunger_ being the sauce; they _drink_ with zest, in being

_thirsty_ from their exertions, and not _nice_ in their beverage, and, as

to _dress_, it is not an object of serious consideration with them. Their

minds are daily occupied with work, which they quit with the intention of

_enjoying_ themselves, and _enjoyment_ is the result; not like the rich,

who are out night after night to _kill_ time, and what is worse,

dissatisfied with almost every thing that crosses their path, from dulness

of _repetition_.”

“There is too much truth about your argument, I must admit,” replied

CORINTHIAN; “and among the scenes that we have witnessed together, where

the LOWER ORDER have been taking their _pleasure_, I confess they have

appeared ALL HAPPINESS. I am sorry I cannot say as much for the higher

ranks of society.”

[34] E. L. Blanchard’s History of the Adelphi Theatre.

[35] Mr. Edmund Kean.

[36] Mr. Joseph Munden.

[37] It is well-known that the dust hill at the bottom of Gray’s Inn Lane,

near Battle Bridge, was sold for some thousands of pounds, and was shipped

off to Russia, to aid in the rebuilding of Moscow.--_Pierce Egan._

[38] Our thanks are due, and are hereby given to Crawford John Pocock,

Esq., of Cannon Place, Brighton, for the loan and use of his--what we feel

almost inclined to consider--unique copy of Catnach’s broadside of “Life

in London.”--PRICE TWO PENCE.

[39] TESTAMENT, is perfectly correct. The words _will_ and _testament_ are

generally used indiscriminately; but they are not words exactly of the

same import. A _will_, is properly limited to land; a _testament_, to

personal estate, as money, furniture, &c., &c.

[40] Carey Street, and its immediate neighbourhood, abounded in

spunging-houses.

[41] CORINTHIAN TOM, it appears, was rather in doubt whether _bulls_ or

_bears_ were disposed of by MR. TATTERSALL.