"If the Captain is taken to Tyburn, be near the place of execution—at the end of the Edgeware Road. Another picture slid across her vision. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. He, a Chinaman, troubling himself over Occidental ideas! With his hands in his sleeves, he proceeded on his way. Here the ribs of a thousand pounds beating against the Needles— those dangerous rocks, credulity here floated, to and fro, silks, stuffs, camlets, and velvet, without giving place to each other, according to their dignity; here rolled so many pipes of canary, whose bungholes lying open, were so damaged that the merchant may go hoop for his money," A less picturesque, but more truthful, and, therefore, more melancholy description of the same scene, is furnished by the shrewd and satirical Ned Ward, who informs us, in the "Delectable History of Whittington's College," that "When the prisoners are disposed to recreate themselves with walking, they go up into a spacious room, called the Stone Hall; where, when you see them taking a turn together, it would puzzle one to know which is the gentleman, which the mechanic, and which the beggar, for they are all suited in the same garb of squalid poverty, making a spectacle of more pity than executions; only to be out at the elbows is in fashion here, and a great indecorum not to be threadbare. If I’d meant it, my girl, you’d be dead meat. ’ ‘Listen. Giles's. ” “As a matter of fact, I happen to have got a little into debt. No trouble will ever come to your sister through me. If Emile can see him, then so also can I. She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. "Where is he?" asked she, in an agitated whisper. Then suddenly he seized a new preparation bottle that stood upon his table and contained the better part of a week’s work—a displayed dissection of a snail, beautifully done—and hurled it across the room, to smash resoundingly upon the cemented floor under the bookcase; then, without either haste or pause, he swept his arm along a shelf of re-agents and sent them to mingle with the debris on the floor.
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