Part 81 (1/2)
The Judge at this repartee could not retain his gravity; a tumult of mirth pervaded the whole Court, and the discomfited counsellor adjusted his wig and sat down.
During the few minutes longer that our heroes remained, nothing of interest occurring, they withdrew; and pa.s.sing down the Old Bailey to Ludgate Street, and from thence towards the Temple, they crossed Fleet Street, and taking the direction of s.h.i.+re Lane, were induced, by way of investigating Real Life in its lowest cla.s.sification, to enter one of those too frequent receptacles of vice denominated Coffee Shops.
This was a house of notorious irregularity, the occupant of which had more than once experienced the visitation of the law for his utter contempt of social order--and from the present appearance of his guests, it did not seem that legal interference had effected moral amendment.
As our two friends entered this Augean Stable, a whisper of surprise, mingled with dismay, went round the motley a.s.semblage of female street-drabs, cracksmen,{1} and fogle-hunters; and a wary glance of suspicion darted from the group ”many a time and oft” on the new-comers, who notwithstanding kept possession of their seats, and ordering without apparent notice of the party a cup of coffee, apprehension subsided into security, the re-a.s.sured inmates resumed their interrupted hilarity, and our adventurers were thus afforded the means of leisurable observation.
1 Cracksmen (Burglars), Fogle-hunters (Pickpockets).
~180~~ The Squire, who had not perused the annals of blackguardism, and consequently was not an adept in the knowledge of the slang or vulgar tongue, was under the frequent necessity of applying to his friend for explanation of the obscure phraseology of those ladies and gentlemen of the pad, which Dashall contrived to occasionally interpret without the a.s.sistance or notice of its mult.i.tudinous learned professors.
The desire of witnessing the exhibition of Real Life in its lowest state of human degradation, induced a prolongation of stay by our two a.s.sociates. In the meanwhile, ”the mirth and fun grew fast and furious,”
exemplified by dance, song, and revelry, interspersed with practical jokes, recriminative abuse, and consequent pugilistic exercise, where science and strength alternately prevailed; and in deficiency of other missiles, poker, tongs, coffee-cups, saucers, and plates, were brought into active requisition.--The scene was a striking ill.u.s.tration of ”Confusion worse confounded.” Luckily our two observers were in a situation without the reach of injury; they therefore ”smiled at the tumult and enjoyed the storm.”
The landlord now interfered in defence of his fragile property.
Preliminaries of peace were agreed on, through his high mediation, and finally ratified betwixt the contending parties, ending as they began, like many other conflicting powers, _statu quo ante bellum_!
”And now to serious business we'll advance, says one of the King's of Brentford.
”But first let's have a dance.”
The present party followed exactly Mr. Baye's proposition; the dance and the row over, they now proceeded to serious business.
Seated in various groups, each engaged itself in conversation, which, from its almost inaudible expression, was singularly contrasted with the recent tumultuous uproar.
The next box where sat our two friends, was occupied by cracksmen and fogle-hunters, one of whom, whose superior skill gave him an ascendancy over his a.s.sociates, had delineated on the table the plan of certain premises, and having given in a very low tone of voice, a verbal ill.u.s.tration to his fellow-labourers, with what intention it is not difficult to conjecture, observed, ”We may as well _pad_ (walk) it, as _Sir Oliver_ (the moon) is not out to night.”
~181~~ The party to whom this remark was addressed, prepared to pad it accordingly,--when the desired egress was opposed by the entrance of three men, who unb.u.t.toning their great coats, exhibited, each a hanger and brace of pistols, and took the whole community, male and female, into safe custody
This was a _coup-de-main_ on the part of the captors, and sustained with the most perfect _sang froid_ by the captured.
The officers next turned their attention to Dashall and Tallyho, who giving their cards, and candidly explaining the motives which led them into the temporary society of the prisoners, they were treated with becoming respect, the officers with their captives proceeding on their route to Bow Street, and our heros to the occurrence of future adventure.
Tallyho congratulated himself on his escape from expected mortification and inconvenience, but Dashall, whose more active and enterprizing mind was not to be checked by trifles, enjoyed the vague apprehensions of his friend, and by way of making amends for the penance they had inflicted on themselves in s.h.i.+re Lane, agreed to dine and finish the evening at a Tavern in Covent Garden.
Thither, then, as they pursued their course, the Squire expressed his surprise that a final stop was not put to scenes such as they had just witnessed, and all such places of nefarious rendezvous, abolished by the vigilance of the police.
”On the contrary,” observed Dashall, ”it is the interest of the police, not utterly to destroy these receptacles of vice. They are the toleration haunts of profligacy, where the officers of justice are generally a.s.sured of meeting the objects of their inquiry, and therefore, under proper restrictions, and an occasional clearance, the continuance of a minor evil is productive of public benefit, by arresting the progress of infamy, and preventing the extension of crime.”
Pa.s.sing along the Strand, the humane feelings of the Squire were excited by apparently a mutilated veteran seaman, who in a piteous tone of voice, supplicated his charitable consideration. The applicant stated, that he had lost an arm and an eye, and was deprived the use of a leg, in the service of his country, without friend or home, and entirely dest.i.tute of the means of subsistence, that he had no other resource than that of a humble reliance on public benevolence. The Squire with his usual philanthropic prompt.i.tude drew out his purse, but his ~182~~ friend intercepted the boon, and inquired of the seaman under whom, in what s.h.i.+p, and in what action he had sustained his misfortunes. To these questions a satisfactory answer was given, and the claim of the man to compa.s.sion and relief was about to be admitted, when another inquiry occurred, ”are you a pensioner?”
A pause ensued: in the interim the mendicant seeing a person approach, of whose recognition he was not at all ambitious, dropped in a moment his timber toe, unslung his arm, dashed a patch from his eye, and set off with the speed of a race-horse.
During the amazement of our two observers of Real Life, excited by this sudden and unexpected transformation, the officer, for such was the quondam acquaintance of the imposter, introduced himself to their notice. ”Gentlemen,” said he, ”you are not up to the tricks of London, that fellow on whom you were about to bestow your charity, and who has just now exhibited his agility, is one of the greatest imposters in London;--however, I shall not run him down at present.--I know his haunts, and reckon sure of my game in the evening.”
”I confess,” replied Dashall, ”that in the present instance I have been egregiously deceived;--I certainly am not up to all the tricks of London, although neither a Johnny Raw nor a green-horn; and yet I would not wish to prove callous to the claim of distress, even if sometimes unguardedly bestowing the mite of benevolence on an undeserving object.”
”The Society for the Suppression of Mendicity in the Metropolis,” said the Officer, ”think differently, they recommend that no relief should be given to street-beggars.”