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On Saturdays-when retail as well as done to death to supply the roast beef of wholesale business is done—the market pre- old England. Huge Leicesters and plump sents a very animated spectacle; the spoils Southdowns elbow the tiny dainty Welsh of slaughtered flocks and herds lie around sheep, while huge porkers look scornfully in gigantic heaps, while busy, stalwart men down on the meek little sucking-pigs ready hurry past, carrying barons of beef, whole for the spit, there to be roasted until their sheep, and fat porkers in every direction. eyes drop out—the index of perfect cookery But the chief glory of the new meat -and then to be devoured with plum-sance, market is in its admirable subterranean according to the dictum of the late Mr. arrangements. Beneath the busy mart is Rush, the eminent murderer (hanged some an immense vault occupied by a vast cob- years since at Norwich), or to be absorbed web of railway tracks. Hither come the by milder mannered men with soothing trucks laden with meat from metropolitan apple-sauce. But the poultry market is abattoirs, or more distant Scotland. By perhaps the chief glory of Leadenhall. admirable mechanical contrivances, the What regiments of geese, not green light ponderous masses of juicy beef and fine- weights, but substantial stubble-fed maggrained mutton are hoisted to the level of nates, await their final stuffing of sage the floor above, at a notable saving of and onions and a glorious tomb in an apcartage, porterage, and human labour gene- preciative stomach! Not regiments, but rally. The City has reason to be proud of brigades, nay, whole armies of fowls, eclipse its model market, and will probably find the geese in number if not in majesty, while the two millions spent upon it turn out no turkeys are comparatively scarce, probably unprofitable investment.
knowing their mission, and reserving their Within shot of Smithfield is the vege-energies for Christmas. Plump pigeons, table market of Farringdon, once aspiring their cooing stayed for ever, vainly struggle to, and even now not despairing of a suc- for notice among their more majestic comcessful rivalry with Covent Garden. It is, petitors, and are only kept in countenance however, although well stocked with vege- by hecatombs of tiny but toothsome larks. tables of all sorts and sizes, from huge Tenants of moor and marsh, copse and drumheads to doll's cabbages packed by stubble, “ birds of rare plume,” with their hundreds in neat baskets, entirely devoid once gorgeous tints now, alas ! dimmed by of the features which give to the often- death, hang around in rich luxuriance. described Covent Garden its never-failing Cock-pheasants, glittering with metallic interest. Sanguine people, however, hope hues, are linked with their soberly clad for better times, and there is talk of re- mates. Little brown partridges, modest building Farringdon Market altogether, and in their suit of humble brown, are not giving it every chance of success against its altogether put out of court by their meremore favoured rival.
tricious French cousins, gay in their upper It is very doubtful to me whether any attire and red as to their extremities. From person not actually “located” within its his heathery home on the breezy hillside precincts ever succeeded in finding his way comes the succulent grouse. Near him is about Leadenhall Market. Such a won his more stately cousin, the blackcock, derful labyrinth surely never existed since boasting beneath his raven plumage three the days of ill-used Ariadne. It would several kinds of meat, while further on have puzzled Theseus to have found his hangs the great monarch of the race, the way in and out of the innumerable alleys, lordly capercailzie, auerhahn, or cock of courts, and passages, making up this won the wood, saturated with the aroma of fraderful depôt of every imaginable comestible. grant pine-buds culled in the gloomy forests All kinds of creatures, furred or feathered, of his native Norway. Plump bares, no biped or quadruped, dead or alive, are here scraggy rascals in fine training, but broadfor sale. ` A square covered space is as-backed fellows from Norfolk, ten and eleven signed to the raiment that but recently pounders, doubtful as yet of their ultimate clad the lordly steer. There they lay, hides, fate-the fragrant roast or the savoury jug horns and all, in quaint layers, shadowing —tiny aristocratic wild rabbits, disdaining forth the grand proportions of their once companionship with the bloated plebeians mighty proprietors, who now fill the meat from Ostend, await a final asphyxia at the market inside, where meat enough to fur- hands of the much-abused, indispensable, nish a thousand lord mayor's feasts lies tear-compelling onion. Round-breasted, heaped. Short-horned Devon, and long- plump-thighed woodcock turn up their horned, ruddy, curly Hereford, have been slender bills at the neighbourhood of their
-his left eye,
poor relation the snipe, while curly-tailed Walking one day in the market, enjoymallard, prim little teal, and juicy widgeon ing the happy mental condition lyrically await the lemon and cayenne which are ascribed to the Jolly Young Waterman, their inevitable fate.
who “rowed along thinking of nothing at But live dogs distract attention from all," I espied a lovely "purp” reclining in dead game. The friend of man demands his little humble bed. He was asleep. his notice with exacting bark, or insinu- Doubtless, in his doggish dreams visions ating whine. Huge mastiffs tug impatiently of future greatness foated before him; at their chains, bull-dogs-fine old conser- whole hecatombs of rats, untimely slain, vatives these-blink sleepily through half ministering to his glory, and stamping closed eyes at the scene, regarding the him as no unworthy scion of a noble race. whole market, and indeed the world of He opened one eye-1
adorned these degenerate days, with ineffable scorn, with a patch of brindle—and gave me a as utterly gone and lost since the fine old glance that went straight to my heart. English pastime of bull-baiting was abo- We had divined each other. From that lished. More hopeful of the future are moment our interests were identical. The the sleek, wiry, graceful black-and-tan wary proprietor-doggiest of men-had terriers ; and they are in the right, for rats not been unobservant of my affectionate are not likely to become as rare as bus- looks. “Fine purp that, sir," he remarked tards for some time to come. Contemp- in oily tones ; "his father is the best bred tuously sneering at the mixed society dawg in Hingland. Maybe you've heard, around them, supercilious pugs turn up sir, of Muggins's Boxer ?” their wrinkled noses in disdain, or lolling Much humbled, I confessed that I had carelessly on their cushions look hopefully not had the advantage of numbering that forward to the happy time when they renowned animal among my acquaintance. shall exchange the atmosphere of Leaden- “Best dawg livin',” said my doggy friend ; hall for the more rarefied ether of Mayfair “has killed rats afore the royal family, and or Belgravia.
’arf the crowned 'eds in Europe." With sharp joyous "yap" the jovial It dawned upon me that the owner of Scotch terriers invite notice; pushing fel. this canine pearl was drawing slightly on lows these, not easily put down nor snubbed, his imagination, but I was too much enbut used to petting, to having their own chained by admiration to contradict him. way, and working their own wicked will on I was the captive of his bow—his very tassels, fringes, and other attractive odds long bow—and of his spear. I became and ends; tough little doggies too, and able, the owner of the celestial pup, parting, “ on a pinch," to take their own part right with a sigh, with my last sovereign, as one well. It was once my privilege to number upon whose like I might not look again one of these dogs among my dearest friends. for some time to come.
The dog grew I have seen the little rogue run furiously apace, increasing daily in beauty, and up to a huge Newfoundland, seize the good already sweet visions of an impromptu natured monster by the neck, and while rat-pit in the back kitchen flitted across swinging in the air enjoy in his doggish my mind, when—but why revive an unimagination the idea that he was giving speakable grief?—he was stolen: lost to the giant a good shaking !
me for ever. No treasure I could offer, Long-eared King Charles' spaniels-who and "no questions asked," sufficed to reappear to think that their mission in life is store Nipper to my longing arms; he was confined to crossing their paws and looking gone like a lovely flower torn from its pretty-recline with languid, high-bred stem. ease in dainty baskets near a brace of Apparently unheeding the cries of their milk-white bull-terrier pups. Now white natural enemies, whole flocks of pigeons ball-terriers have a fatal fascination for the enjoy a happy, if crowded existence. They present writer. I have ever cherished a are here of all sorts, sizes, and varieties. warm admiration for these charming ani. Slender, wattled carriers wait impatiently mals, uniting as they do pluck, strength, for the time when they shall again spread fidelity, and beauty. I am not particular their wings, bearing to anxious men tidings as to their entire whiteness, as a beauty of joy or sorrow, of sudden wealth or spot near the tail, and a brindled patch dire disaster, of battle, victory, or of death. over one eye, only invest the lovely posses- Graceful tumblers—aërial acrobats-pent sor with an additional charm, like a patch in narrow space, meek little black-hooded of court-plaister on the cheek of Belinda. nuns, frilled Jacobins, vain fantails, snowy
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white in plumage, conceited pouters, puffed crawl in life of Chelonius, has many ad. a , .
The sober iron-clad does not “ his heart upon
his sleeve for daws ender, softly, cooing doves, and swift wear divide the honours of the live poultry kicked, or trampled on by an unappreciablue-rocks, chosen victims of the gun, to peck at," not he; but when insulted,
with the stately Shanghai, the tive world, votes himself“incompris," draws fashionable Brahmapootra, and the game in his horns, and retires into himself
, there little Bantam. Casting á wistful glance to wait till called for. I love the unobtruat a fine lop-eared rabbit—a choice variety sive tortoise right well, mainly, I believe, -our old friend Reynard shows his cun- on account of his family resemblance to ning vizard. Poor fellow ! I warrant he the luscious diamond-backed terrapin, dewould rather be leading a field of well. fined by the Transatlantic showman as mounted gentlemen, riding "on a lot o' amphibberous animile—can't live on land, money," a merry dance over the grass and dies in the water.” counties, than be sitting here, with dry Many a time and oft have I met that inpads and mangy-looking brush.
teresting creature, and never have I expeParrots grey, parrots green, cunning rienced the slightest difficulty in “putting parakeets, gorgeous lories, and swinging, myself outside” of him. Admirable as crested cockatoos, split the air with their my hard-shell friend is in soup, the highest screams, shrieking the praises of Pretty and most apoplectic authorities agree in Poll, and demanding, with such pertina- declaring that the terrapin “prefers ” to cious repetition, to be informed of the time be eaten stewed. of day, that one cannot shake off the im- Like Sir Richard Strachan," burning to pression that they must have important be at 'em," blear-eyed ferrets blink viciously appointments to keep, and, perhaps, heavy at noisy, conceited ducks ; game-cocks settlements to make with the monkeys trumpet their shrill note of defiance; hedgegrinning and chattering opposite them. hogs suggest a few pointed remarks. But
Loquacious magpies add to the din, but it is getting late, the shops are shutting do not interrupt the profound cogitations up, the last haggler for a cheap ox-head of the solemn, glossy-coated raven, who, is carrying off his prize in triumph, so we unheeding the chatter of the thoughtless, will emerge into the open street, turn our volatile creatures around him, wraps him- backs upon the “tall bully" of Fish-streetself in his meditations, and ponders on hill, and wending our way homewards, grave and solemn subjects far above the look forward hopefully to the next marketcomprehension of the vulgar crowd. Long- day. billed curlews pine for a “sniff of the bring,” and look curiously at plump, happy little dormice, sleek, comfortable
BRITISH AMAZONS. little beasts; funny little guinea pigs nibble at their greenmeat, making a mighty fuss AMAZONIAN dames, be it said rejoicingly, over a humble cabbage-leaf, while beneath are not common products of British soil; them crawls a creature of lower organism still it has now and again given birth to
- the humble tortoise — whom a time- women as ready with the sword as their honoured fable has immortalised as the sisters with the more natural weapons of type of the slow, steady, meritorious plod. the sex. Boadicea led the Iceni against der—the winner of the most celebrated the legions of Suetonius, with a courage stern wager on record. What a source deserving better fortune. Athelfleda, the of comfort has that well-worn fable been warlike daughter of Alfred, directed the to the dull mediocrities of all succeed. slaughter of the Danes in the streets of ing ages! It was well enough, no doubt, Derby. Our early English queens were in its day, when sailors were afraid of familiar enough with the tented field and the losing sight of land; when the lumber- clang of battle; but the Mauds, Eleanors, ing war-chariot was quoted as a type of Isabellas, and Philippas, were alien born. fearful velocity, and the sounding javelin Had the Armada succeeded in landing its imagined to be a terrible weapon; but the armed freight, the Prince of Parma would form”
of Chelonius is hardly good have had to try conclusions with an antagoenough for these latter days: it requires nist more than worthy of his steel, in the pace as well as bottom to bring folks into greatest of the Tudor sovereigns. When the front rank in the year of grace 1872. Elizabeth, marshalling her enthusiastic For all this, the modest walk, or rather troops at Tilbury, declared she would be
their general rather than dishonour should their veins could play the soldier well, befal her realm, telling them, “I am come chronicler Hall testifies. Recording the amongst you at this time, not for my own battle near Naworth Castle, in 1570, berecreation or sport, but being resolved, in tween Lords Hunsdon and Dacres, he says, the midst and heat of battle, to live and “ There were amongst the rebels many die amongst you all; to lay down for my desperate women that gave the adventure God, for my kingdom, and for my people, of their lives, and fought right stoutly,” my honour and blood even to the dust;' One such plebeian virago has a triple depend upon it, not a man who heard her chance of escaping oblivion, her name spirit-kindling words, or saw her
being enshrined in the verse of Ben JonMost bravely mounted on a stately steed, son, Beaumont and Fletcher, and Butler, With truncheon in her hand,
to say nothing of her having a ballad all doubted, if the occasion came, that his to herself. English Moll, as Butler calls queen's actions would justify her proud her, distinguished herself in the attempt speech, and prove she had, as she boasted, to recover Ghent from the Prince of Parma, the heart of a king, and of a king of in 1584: England too!
When captains courageous, whom Death did not daunt, For centuries after the Conquest, En Did march to the siege of the city of Gaunt, glishmen were never happy unless they They mustered their soldiers by two and by three,
And the foremost in battle was Mary Ambree. had some fighting on hand. If they were, for a wonder, at peace with France and Armed with sword and target, and encased Scotland, they contrived to find something in mail, this Amazon is said to have placed to fight about among themselves-to-day herself at the head of a thousand and the crown, to-morrow the charter. Belli- three men, and sustained an unequal comcose barons were never at a loss for rebellion bat with three thousand Spaniards for when every question was settled by force of seven hours, displaying wonderful skill arms, and the hardest hitter had the best and strength, and when forced to draw off of the argument; and while they marched her men, retiring into a castle, from which to help their party or their king, their she defied the enemy, and challenged any strongholds were left in charge of their three Spaniards to try their prowess wives. This necessitated the assumption, against her single arm. Summoned to at least, of a martial spirit on the part of surrender, she spurned the offer with conthe lady of the castle, since, if her lord's tempt, telling the Spanish commander, friends got the worst of the bout, the No knight, sir, of England, or captain you see, victors were pretty sure to call upon her
But a poor simple lass called Mary Ambree. at their earliest convenience; and when she came out of the war unscathed, and put to the touch, many a lady of high de- returned to England, but of her ultimate gree showed herself proficient in the art of fate the balladist, who sang so heartily of self-defence. The Northampton Dudleys her valour, is silent. owe their curious crest-a helmeted female, Our next specimen of the British Amawith bare bosom and dishevelled hair-o zon is a modern one. Hannah Snell, an Amazon pro tem., Agnes Hotot. The the youngest daughter of a Worcester father of this plucky and stalwart girl, hosier, came of a martial-minded stock; having a dispute with a neighbour as to each of her three brothers shouldered a the ownership of a certain piece of land, musket in the king's service, and all her agreed to settle the matter , by ordeal four sisters chose soldiers or sailors for of battle. When the day came, Hotot their husbands. Hannah was born upon lay ill and incapable, fretting and fuming St. George's Day, 1723, and even as a in his bed at the thought of losing his child preferred playing at soldiers to land without striking a blow for it. Miss any more feminine game. When sevenAgnes, determined that neither father nor teen, she lost father and mother, and by foe should be disappointed, donned a suit consequence, her home, finding a new one of armour, mounted her sire's horse, ap- with a married sister in London. Three peared at the rendezvous, and acted her years later, she was married by a Fleet part so ably, that she unhorsed her adver- parson to a Dutch seaman, who, after illsary, and made him sue for mercy, where- treating her and half starving her for upon she made herself known to the seven months, suddenly disappeared. One mortified gentleman, and rode home in would have thought Hannah would have triumph.
rejoiced at getting rid of her ill-condiThat women with no gentle blood in tioned mate; but she determined to go in quest of the truant, borrowed a suit of her her recovery she was sent on board the brother-in-law's clothes, and thus disguised, Tartar, pink, and served as a common found her way to Coventry. Here she en- sailor, until turned over, in the same listed in Captain Miller's company of capacity, to the Eltham, man-of-war. The Guise's regiment, and began her cam- smoothness of her face and chin earned her paigning with a twenty-two days' march the sobriquet of Miss Molly Gray, but when to Carlisle. Unluckily for her prospects, her new shipmates found her ready to join our heroine made a mortal enemy of one in any fun afoot, they rechristened her of the sergeants, by thwarting him in some Hearty Jemmy. While on shore at Lisbon, dishonourable scheme, and he soon con- she learned by the merest accident that her trived to revenge her interference by ac- faithless husband had been executed for cusing her of neglect of duty, and getting the murder of a gentleman at Genoa. The her sentenced to receive six hundred lashes. Eltham was paid off in 1750, and Hannah These, or rather four hundred of them, resumed her petticoats. Her story was were duly administered, if we may trust talked about, and the manager of the her biographer, although it is hard to Royalty Theatre, in Wellclose-square, inunderstand how such a punishment could duced her to appear there in several naval be inflicted without her sex being disco- and military characters. The Duke of vered. Disgusted with this harsh treat Cumberland obtained her a pension of ment, Hannah left the regiment without twenty pounds, and changing her vocation troubling the authorities for a formal once more, she took a public house at discharge, and after wandering about for Wapping, attracting customers thereto a month, found herself in Portsmouth, by a sign representing a sailor and a with empty pockets. In this predicament, marine, with the legend, The Widow in she could think of nothing better than ac- Masquerade, or the Female Warrior. The cepting his majesty's bounty again, and venture proved successful, and unmindful of ere many hours elapsed, Hannah was her first failure, Hannah married a carpenter transformed into a marine, and doing duty named Eyles, and had a son born to lier, on board the sloop Swallow, attached to to whom a lady of fashion stood godmother, Boscawen's fleet, bound for the East and carried out a godmother's duty by Indies.
paying for his education. Brave Hannah's James Gray, as she called herself, be- career came to a peaceful but sad end; in came popular on board the sloop on 1789 she became insane, and was removed account of her readiness to help her mess- to Bethlehem Hospital, where she died on mates in washing and mending their the 8th of February, 1792, at the age of clothes. After a futile attempt on Mau- sixty-nine. ritius, the fleet made for Fort St. David's, Christian Kavanagh was the daughter of on the coast of Coromandel, and the ma- an Irish maltster, who, soon after the battle rines disembarked to strengthen the army of the Boyne, went to the bad in his busibesieging Aracopong. Gray was engaged ness, and was glad to have her taken off in several skirmishes, and witnessed the his hands by an aunt, the hostess of a blowing up of the enemy's magazine, Dublin inn. In course of time Christian which brought the siege to an end. occupied her aunt's place, and married her Marching on Pondicherry, the troops were waiter, Richard Welsh. Two children obliged to ford a river running breast came, and for four years her life jogged on high, in the face of the French batteries, comfortably and quietly enough. One day and our female warrior was the first Welsh went to pay the brewer, and never “ man” to cross. She took her share in came back; for twelvemonths his wife picket duty, worked hard at trench- heard nothing of him; then came a letter making, and when the trenches were made relating how he had been inveigled on sat in them for seven successive nights board a vessel taking recruits to Flanders, mid-deep in water; she received six shots how he had spent his money, and in despein one leg, and five in the other, and then ration enlisted. Mrs. Welsh was not long was hit in the groin. Not caring to ask deciding what to do. She placed her chilthe aid of the regimental surgeon, Hannah dren with some relatives, donned male secured the services and secrecy of a black attire, and followed her husband's exwoman, with whose help she extracted the ample. ball and cured the wound. Sickness next Taking kindly to drill, Christian Welsh struck her down, and obliged her to go was quickly despatched to Holland, fought into the hospital for three months. Upon her first fight at Landen, received her