The covered vehicle, in which prisoners are conveyed from the police-offices to the different prisons, was coming along at full speed.
It then occurred to us, for the first time, that Her Majesty"s carriage was merely another name for the prisoners" van, conferred upon it, not only by reason of the superior gentility of the term, but because the aforesaid van is maintained at Her Majesty"s expense: having been originally started for the exclusive accommodation of ladies and gentlemen under the necessity of visiting the various houses of call known by the general denomination of "Her Majesty"s Gaols."
The van drew up at the office-door, and the people thronged round the steps, just leaving a little alley for the prisoners to pa.s.s through.
Our friend the cobbler, and the other stragglers, crossed over, and we followed their example. The driver, and another man who had been seated by his side in front of the vehicle, dismounted, and were admitted into the office. The office-door was closed after them, and the crowd were on the tiptoe of expectation.
After a few minutes" delay, the door again opened, and the two first prisoners appeared. They were a couple of girls, of whom the elder-could not be more than sixteen, and the younger of whom had certainly not attained her fourteenth year. That they were sisters, was evident, from the resemblance which still subsisted between them, though two additional years of depravity had fixed their brand upon the elder girl"s features, as legibly as if a red-hot iron had seared them. They were both gaudily dressed, the younger one especially; and, although there was a strong similarity between them in both respects, which was rendered the more obvious by their being handcuffed together, it is impossible to conceive a greater contrast than the demeanour of the two presented. The younger girl was weeping bitterly-not for display, or in the hope of producing effect, but for very shame: her face was buried in her handkerchief: and her whole manner was but too expressive of bitter and unavailing sorrow.
"How long are you for, Emily?" screamed a red-faced woman in the crowd.
"Six weeks and labour," replied the elder girl with a flaunting laugh; "and that"s better than the stone jug anyhow; the mill"s a deal better than the Sessions, and here"s Bella a-going too for the first time. Hold up your head, you chicken," she continued, boisterously tearing the other girl"s handkerchief away; "Hold up your head, and show "em your face. I an"t jealous, but I"m blessed if I an"t game!"-"That"s right, old gal,"
exclaimed a man in a paper cap, who, in common with the greater part of the crowd, had been inexpressibly delighted with this little incident.-"Right!" replied the girl; "ah, to be sure; what"s the odds, eh?"-"Come! In with you," interrupted the driver. "Don"t you be in a hurry, coachman," replied the girl, "and recollect I want to be set down in Cold Bath Fields-large house with a high garden-wall in front; you can"t mistake it. Hallo. Bella, where are you going to-you"ll pull my precious arm off?" This was addressed to the younger girl, who, in her anxiety to hide herself in the caravan, had ascended the steps first, and forgotten the strain upon the handcuff. "Come down, and let"s show you the way." And after jerking the miserable girl down with a force which made her stagger on the pavement, she got into the vehicle, and was followed by her wretched companion.
These two girls had been thrown upon London streets, their vices and debauchery, by a sordid and rapacious mother. What the younger girl was then, the elder had been once; and what the elder then was, the younger must soon become. A melancholy prospect, but how surely to be realised; a tragic drama, but how often acted! Turn to the prisons and police offices of London-nay, look into the very streets themselves. These things pa.s.s before our eyes, day after day, and hour after hour-they have become such matters of course, that they are utterly disregarded. The progress of these girls in crime will be as rapid as the flight of a pestilence, resembling it too in its baneful influence and wide-spreading infection. Step by step, how many wretched females, within the sphere of every man"s observation, have become involved in a career of vice, frightful to contemplate; hopeless at its commencement, loathsome and repulsive in its course; friendless, forlorn, and unpitied, at its miserable conclusion!
There were other prisoners-boys of ten, as hardened in vice as men of fifty-a houseless vagrant, going joyfully to prison as a place of food and shelter, handcuffed to a man whose prospects were ruined, character lost, and family rendered dest.i.tute, by his first offence. Our curiosity, however, was satisfied. The first group had left an impression on our mind we would gladly have avoided, and would willingly have effaced.
The crowd dispersed; the vehicle rolled away with its load of guilt and misfortune; and we saw no more of the Prisoners" Van.
TALES
CHAPTER I-THE BOARDING-HOUSE
CHAPTER I.
Mrs. Tibbs was, beyond all dispute, the most tidy, fidgety, thrifty little personage that ever inhaled the smoke of London; and the house of Mrs. Tibbs was, decidedly, the neatest in all Great Coram-street. The area and the area-steps, and the street-door and the street-door steps, and the bra.s.s handle, and the door-plate, and the knocker, and the fan-light, were all as clean and bright, as indefatigable white-washing, and hearth-stoning, and scrubbing and rubbing, could make them. The wonder was, that the bra.s.s door-plate, with the interesting inscription "MRS. TIBBS," had never caught fire from constant friction, so perseveringly was it polished. There were meat-safe-looking blinds in the parlour-windows, blue and gold curtains in the drawing-room, and spring-roller blinds, as Mrs. Tibbs was wont in the pride of her heart to boast, "all the way up." The bell-lamp in the pa.s.sage looked as clear as a soap-bubble; you could see yourself in all the tables, and French-polish yourself on any one of the chairs. The banisters were bees-waxed; and the very stair-wires made your eyes wink, they were so glittering.
Mrs. Tibbs was somewhat short of stature, and Mr. Tibbs was by no means a large man. He had, moreover, very short legs, but, by way of indemnification, his face was peculiarly long. He was to his wife what the 0 is in 90-he was of some importance _with_ her-he was nothing without her. Mrs. Tibbs was always talking. Mr. Tibbs rarely spoke; but, if it were at any time possible to put in a word, when he should have said nothing at all, he had that talent. Mrs. Tibbs detested long stories, and Mr. Tibbs had one, the conclusion of which had never been heard by his most intimate friends. It always began, "I recollect when I was in the volunteer corps, in eighteen hundred and six,"-but, as he spoke very slowly and softly, and his better half very quickly and loudly, he rarely got beyond the introductory sentence. He was a melancholy specimen of the story-teller. He was the wandering Jew of Joe Millerism.
Mr. Tibbs enjoyed a small independence from the pension-list-about 43_l._ 15_s._ 10_d._ a year. His father, mother, and five interesting scions from the same stock, drew a like sum from the revenue of a grateful country, though for what particular service was never known. But, as this said independence was not quite sufficient to furnish two people with _all_ the luxuries of this life, it had occurred to the busy little spouse of Tibbs, that the best thing she could do with a legacy of 700_l._, would be to take and furnish a tolerable house-somewhere in that partially-explored tract of country which lies between the British Museum, and a remote village called Somers-town-for the reception of boarders. Great Coram-street was the spot pitched upon. The house had been furnished accordingly; two female servants and a boy engaged; and an advertis.e.m.e.nt inserted in the morning papers, informing the public that "Six individuals would meet with all the comforts of a cheerful musical home in a select private family, residing within ten minutes" walk of"-everywhere. Answers out of number were received, with all sorts of initials; all the letters of the alphabet seemed to be seized with a sudden wish to go out boarding and lodging; voluminous was the correspondence between Mrs. Tibbs and the applicants; and most profound was the secrecy observed. "E." didn"t like this; "I." couldn"t think of putting up with that; "I. O. U." didn"t think the terms would suit him; and "G. R." had never slept in a French bed. The result, however, was, that three gentlemen became inmates of Mrs. Tibbs"s house, on terms which were "agreeable to all parties." In went the advertis.e.m.e.nt again, and a lady with her two daughters, proposed to increase-not their families, but Mrs. Tibbs"s.
"Charming woman, that Mrs. Maplesone!" said Mrs. Tibbs, as she and her spouse were sitting by the fire after breakfast; the gentlemen having gone out on their several avocations. "Charming woman, indeed!" repeated little Mrs. Tibbs, more by way of soliloquy than anything else, for she never thought of consulting her husband. "And the two daughters are delightful. We must have some fish to-day; they"ll join us at dinner for the first time."
Mr. Tibbs placed the poker at right angles with the fire shovel, and essayed to speak, but recollected he had nothing to say.
"The young ladies," continued Mrs. T., "have kindly volunteered to bring their own piano."
Tibbs thought of the volunteer story, but did not venture it.
A bright thought struck him-
"It"s very likely-" said he.
"Pray don"t lean your head against the paper," interrupted Mrs. Tibbs; "and don"t put your feet on the steel fender; that"s worse."
Tibbs took his head from the paper, and his feet from the fender, and proceeded. "It"s very likely one of the young ladies may set her cap at young Mr. Simpson, and you know a marriage-"
"A what!" shrieked Mrs. Tibbs. Tibbs modestly repeated his former suggestion.
"I beg you won"t mention such a thing," said Mrs. T. "A marriage, indeed to rob me of my boarders-no, not for the world."
Tibbs thought in his own mind that the event was by no means unlikely, but, as he never argued with his wife, he put a stop to the dialogue, by observing it was "time to go to business." He always went out at ten o"clock in the morning, and returned at five in the afternoon, with an exceedingly dirty face, and smelling mouldy. n.o.body knew what he was, or where he went; but Mrs. Tibbs used to say with an air of great importance, that he was engaged in the City.
The Miss Maplesones and their accomplished parent arrived in the course of the afternoon in a hackney-coach, and accompanied by a most astonishing number of packages. Trunks, bonnet-boxes, m.u.f.f-boxes and parasols, guitar-cases, and parcels of all imaginable shapes, done up in brown paper, and fastened with pins, filled the pa.s.sage. Then, there was such a running up and down with the luggage, such scampering for warm water for the ladies to wash in, and such a bustle, and confusion, and heating of servants, and curling-irons, as had never been known in Great Coram-street before. Little Mrs. Tibbs was quite in her element, bustling about, talking incessantly, and distributing towels and soap, like a head nurse in a hospital. The house was not restored to its usual state of quiet repose, until the ladies were safely shut up in their respective bedrooms, engaged in the important occupation of dressing for dinner.
"Are these gals "andsome?" inquired Mr. Simpson of Mr. Septimus Hicks, another of the boarders, as they were amusing themselves in the drawing-room, before dinner, by lolling on sofas, and contemplating their pumps.
"Don"t know," replied Mr. Septimus Hicks, who was a tallish, white-faced young man, with spectacles, and a black ribbon round his neck instead of a neckerchief-a most interesting person; a poetical walker of the hospitals, and a "very talented young man." He was fond of "lugging"
into conversation all sorts of quotations from Don Juan, without fettering himself by the propriety of their application; in which particular he was remarkably independent. The other, Mr. Simpson, was one of those young men, who are in society what walking gentlemen are on the stage, only infinitely worse skilled in his vocation than the most indifferent artist. He was as empty-headed as the great bell of St.
Paul"s; always dressed according to the caricatures published in the monthly fashion; and spelt Character with a K.
"I saw a devilish number of parcels in the pa.s.sage when I came home,"
simpered Mr. Simpson.
"Materials for the toilet, no doubt," rejoined the Don Juan reader.
-"Much linen, lace, and several pair Of stockings, slippers, brushes, combs, complete; With other articles of ladies fair, To keep them beautiful, or leave them neat."
"Is that from Milton?" inquired Mr. Simpson.
"No-from Byron," returned Mr. Hicks, with a look of contempt. He was quite sure of his author, because he had never read any other. "Hush!
Here come the gals," and they both commenced talking in a very loud key.
"Mrs. Maplesone and the Miss Maplesones, Mr. Hicks. Mr. Hicks-Mrs.
Maplesone and the Miss Maplesones," said Mrs. Tibbs, with a very red face, for she had been superintending the cooking operations below stairs, and looked like a wax doll on a sunny day. "Mr. Simpson, I beg your pardon-Mr. Simpson-Mrs. Maplesone and the Miss Maplesones"-and _vice versa_. The gentlemen immediately began to slide about with much politeness, and to look as if they wished their arms had been legs, so little did they know what to do with them. The ladies smiled, curtseyed, and glided into chairs, and dived for dropped pocket-handkerchiefs: the gentlemen leant against two of the curtain-pegs; Mrs. Tibbs went through an admirable bit of serious pantomime with a servant who had come up to ask some question about the fish-sauce; and then the two young ladies looked at each other; and everybody else appeared to discover something very attractive in the pattern of the fender.
"Julia, my love," said Mrs. Maplesone to her youngest daughter, in a tone loud enough for the remainder of the company to hear-"Julia."
"Yes, Ma."
"Don"t stoop."-This was said for the purpose of directing general attention to Miss Julia"s figure, which was undeniable. Everybody looked at her, accordingly, and there was another pause.
"We had the most uncivil hackney-coachman to-day, you can imagine," said Mrs. Maplesone to Mrs. Tibbs, in a confidential tone.
"Dear me!" replied the hostess, with an air of great commiseration. She couldn"t say more, for the servant again appeared at the door, and commenced telegraphing most earnestly to her "Missis."
"I think hackney-coachmen generally _are_ uncivil," said Mr. Hicks in his most insinuating tone.
"Positively I think they are," replied Mrs. Maplesone, as if the idea had never struck her before.
"And cabmen, too," said Mr. Simpson. This remark was a failure, for no one intimated, by word or sign, the slightest knowledge of the manners and customs of cabmen.
"Robinson, what _do_ you want?" said Mrs. Tibbs to the servant, who, by way of making her presence known to her mistress, had been giving sundry hems and sniffs outside the door during the preceding five minutes.