![]() While, is horrified on finding that, for the last half hour, she has beenĮngaged in dragging after her a mere remnant of blue ribbon. Leads dear little Fido about the parks, in a string, and reads Lord Byron the Suddenly find their tender charges minus divers coral necklaces, ostrichįeathers, gold lockets, &c. Now, nursemaids not "accustomed to the care of children" (in a fog), Pay for their own pleasures, and to minister to their own inordinate desires!" "grinding the last drop of blood from the brows of a suffering people, to They commonly describe (particularly if of a political turn) as vile sinecurists, "Chesterfield-street, Portland-place," and so forth), are highly indignant,Īnd more than usually vituperative of the superiors of their departments, whom Have to trudge "from the west," as they call it (namely-.Marylebone-lane, What it is under the "Bull's new system." Now, young Government clerks, who Means improved in its desirableness it was bad enough before, but nothing to Now, a walk in the neighbourhood of Smithfield is by no The length of Primrose Hill between them, so as to have had a reasonable chance Young gentlemen who have a coffee-and-pistol appointment at Chalk Farm, find itĪnything but agreeable to be set up only three yards asunder, instead of having Now, invisible cab-men drive unseen horses along viewless thoroughfares, and omnibusses go,įlitting like so many Flying Dutchmen, through the mist and fog. The captain has determined not to run the boat this morning. The steward's informing him that, in consequence of the denseness of the fog, Lombard-street, by nine (it is now half-past eight by Lambeth Palace clerk),ĭetermines to sacrifice fourpence on the Iron-boat Company and, having passedĪn agonizing ten minutes in the cold, sloppy cabin, is at last annihilated by Hearth." Now, the poor behind-hand city clerk, who must be at his desk, in Silver spoons and forks disappear more frequently from the "domestic Hook noses and cries of "clo" are more rife than ever and, somehow or other, She (the maid) having just counted eight in full, on the kitchen clock. Now, the sleepy housemaid is in a fine trepidation, on discovering that her missis was right in giving her seven-o'clock ring an hour ago Monument, gives it up in despair while his morning herald, Lucifer, finds theįog more than a Lucifer match for him, and goes out like a damp Jones-and-Co. Now, the sun, after a vain attempt to catch a glimpse of St. Richard Rush, A Residence at the Court of London 1833 Torches were used as guides to carriages at mid-day, but gave scarcely any light through the fog. After perpetrating their deeds, they eluded detection by darting into the fog. The whole gang of thieves seemed to be let loose. Carriages ran against each other, and persons were knocked down by them at the crossings. On the 22nd of the month, accidents occurred all over London, from a remarkable fog. ![]() Did he remember the fogs, and how very short the day is, for labour, during a portion of the year? King Charles’s saying of the English climate is often brought up that it interrupts outdoor labour fewer days in the year than any other. I am tempted to ask, how the English became great with so little day-light? It seems not to come fully out until nine in the morning, and immediately after four it is gone. I could not see people in the street from my windows. The fog was so thick that the shops in Bond Street had lights at noon. Victorian London - Weather - Fog Victorian London - Weather - Fog ![]()
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