Chapter X: Epilogue (6)

Here are Oranges, fine ripe Oranges,
Golden globes of nectar fine,
Luscious juice the gods might envy,
Richer far than the finest wine.
Flowers cannot give forth the fragrance
That scents the air from my golden store,
Fairest lady, none can excel them,
Buy then my Oranges; buy, I implore.

ROUND FOR FOUR VOICES.

SIR. J. STEVENSON.

Come buy my cherries, beauteous lasses;
Fresh from the garden pluck'd by me;
All on a summer's day, so gay,
You hear the London Cries--"_Knives ground here by me_."

Fine apples and choice pears,
Eat, boys, forget your cares;
All on a summer's day, so gay,
You hear the London Cries--"_Sweep, sweep, sweep_."

Fruit in abundance sold by me,
Fruit in abundance here you see;
All on a summer's day, so gay,
You hear the London Cries--"_Parsnips, carrots, and choice beans_."

Whey, fine sweet whey,
Come taste my whey;
All on a summer's day, so gay,
You hear the London Cries--"_Fine radish, fine lettuce, sold by me_."

PRIMROSES.

Come who'll buy my roses, Primroses, who'll buy?
They are sweet to the sense, they are fair to the eye;
They are covered all o'er with diamond dew,
Which Aurora's bright handmaids unsparingly threw
On their beautiful heads: and I ask but of you--
_To buy, buy, buy, buy_.

The sun kiss'd the flowers as he rose from the sea bright,
And their golden eyes opened with beauty and glee bright,
Their sweets are untasted by hornet or bee--
They are fresh as the morning and lovely to see--
So reject not the blossoms now offered by me--
_But buy, buy, buy, buy_.

Nay, never refuse me, nor cry my buds down,
They are nature's production, and sweet ones, you'll own;
And tho' torn from the earth, they will smile in your hall,
They will bloom in a cottage, be it ever so small--
And still look the lovliest flowers of all!
_So buy, buy, buy, buy._

THE LONDON CRIES
IN LONDON STREETS.

_Embellished with Pretty Cuts,
For the use of Good little Boys and Girls,
and a Copy of Verses._

Printed by T. BIRT, Great St. Andrew Street,
Wholesale & Retail, 30, Seven Dials, London.

_Country Orders punctually attended to._

EVERY DESCRIPTION OF PRINTING DONE CHEAP.

TRAVELLERS AND SHOPKEEPERS SUPPLIED WITH SHEET HYMNS,
PATTERS, AND SLIP SONGS, AS CHEAP AND GOOD
AS ANY SHOP IN LONDON.

T. BIRT.

TO THE GOOD LITTLE MASTERS AND MISTRESSES
IN TOWN AND COUNTRY.

Here! look at the Cries of London town,
For you need not travel there;
But view you those of most renown,
Whilst sitting in your chair.

At Home--a hundred miles away,
'Tis easy now to look
At the Cries of London gay,
In this our little book.

Yes; there in quiet you may be,
Beside the winter's fire,
And read as well as see,
All those that you desire.

Or underneath the oak so grey,
That grows beside the briar;
May pass the summer's eve away,
And view each City Crier.

In the Gazette great news, to-day:
The enemy is beat, they say,
And all are eager to be told--
The news, the new events unfold.

Come buy my fine roses,
My myrtles and stocks;
My sweet smelling balsams
And close growing box.

My Almanacks aim at no learning at all,
But only to show when the holidays fall:
And tell, as by study we easily may,
How many eclipses the year will display.

My Mop is so big,
It might serve as a wig
For a judge, had he no objection;
And as to my brooms,
They will sweep dirty rooms,
And make the dust fly, to perfection.

Here's lobsters and crabs,
Alive, O! and good,
So buy if you please;
This delicate food.

Rich Milk from the Cow,
Both sweet and fine;
The doctors declare;
It is better than wine.

Buy a basket? large or small?
For all sorts I've got by me,
So come ye forth, one and all,
If you buy once, another time you'll try me.

I've Sticks and Canes for old and young,
To either they are handy,
In driving off a barking cur,
Or chastising a dandy.

Hot Rice-Milk this woman calls--
Behold her bright can,
As up and down the streets she bawls
Hot Rice-Milk to warm the inner man.

Nice Peaches and Nectarines
Just fresh from the tree;
All you who have money,
Come buy them of me.

Hot Spice-Gingerbread, hot! hot! all hot!
This noisy fellow loudly bawls,
Hot! hot! hot! smoking hot! red hot!
In every street or public place he calls.

COME, BUY MY SPICE-GINGERBREAD, SMOKING HOT! HOT! HOT!

Come, boys and girls, men and maids, widows and wives,
The best penny laid out you e'er spent in your lives;
Here's my whirl-a-gig lottery, a penny a spell,
No blanks, but all prizes, and that's pretty well.
Don't stand humming and ha-aring, with ifs and with buts,
Try your luck for my round and sound gingerbread-nuts;
And there's my glorious spice-gingerbread, too,
Hot enough e'en to thaw the heart of a Jew.

Hot spice-gingerbread, hot! hot! all hot!
Come, buy my spice-gingerbread, smoking hot!

I'm a gingerbread-merchant, but what of that, then?
All the world, take my word, deal in gingerbread ware;
Your fine beaus and your belles and your rattlepate rakes--
One half are game-nuts, the rest gingerbread cakes;
Then in gingerbread coaches we've gingerbread lords,
And gingerbread soldiers with gingerbread swords.
And what are you patriots, 'tis easy to tell--
By their constantly crying they've something to sell.
And what harm is there in selling--_hem!_--

Hot spice-gingerbread, &c.

My gingerbread-lottery is just like the world,
For its index of chances for ever is twirled;
But some difference between'em exist, without doubt,
The world's lottery has blanks, while mine's wholly without,
There's no matter how often you shuffle and cut,
If but once in ten games you can get a game-nut.
So I laugh at the world, like an impudent elf,
And just like my betters, take care of myself, and my--

Hot spice-gingerbread, &c.

T. BIRT, Printer, 30, Great St. Andrews Street, Seven Dials.

_Marks Edition._
THE NEW LONDON CRIES
OR A VISIT TO TOWN.

From morn till eve I rove along,
And joys my eyes illume,
If you but listen to my song,
And kindly buy a broom.

RIPE CHERRIES.

Cherries ripe four-pence a pound,
Come buy of me they're good and sound.

WATER CRESSES.

O you whom peace and plenty blesses,
Buy my fine spring water cresses.

YOUNG PEDLAR.

Threads laces bodkins here I cry,
Of a wandering orphan buy.

OYSTERS SIR.

My native oysters here I cry,
Gents and ladies come and buy.

OLD CLOTHES.

Daily streets and squares I range
Calling clothes to sell or change.

YOUNG LAMBS.

In London streets I'm known full well,
Two for a penny young lambs to sell.

DOLLS TO SELL.

Come buy a doll my little miss,
You'll find no time as good as this.

GREENS CABBAGES HO.

London daily hears my cry,
Carrots Turnips who will buy.

BONNET BOX.

Buy a Box for hat and cap,
'Twill keep them safe from all mishap.

FLOWER GIRL.

My basket daily I supply,
Come buy my nosegays buy who'll buy.

IMAGES.

My casts are form'd to get my bread,
And humble shelter for my head.

MILK BELOW.

At rise of morn my rounds I go,
And daily cry my milk below.

BALLAD SINGER.

Listen to my tunes so gay,
And buy a ballad of me pray.

SWEEP SOOT HO.

Comfort from my toil you reap,
Then pray employ a little sweep.

London: Printed and Published by S. MARKS & SONS, 72, Houndsditch.

THE CRIES OF LONDON.

FLOWERY WARE--ALL HOT!

Here's taters hot, my little chaps,
Now just lay out a copper,
I'm known up and down the Strand,
You'll not find any hotter.

LONDON:
GOODE, BROS.,
WHOLESALE STATIONERS AND TOY BOOK MANUFACTURERS,
CLERKENWELL GREEN.

CHERRIES, MY PRETTY MAIDS.

Here's cherries, oh! my pretty maids,
My cherries round and sound;
Whitehearts, Kentish, or Blackhearts
And only twopence a pound.

FINE HAMPSHIRE RABBITS.

Here I am with my rabbits
Hanging on my pole,
The finest Hampshire rabbits
That e'er crept from a hole.

HEARTHSTONE! HEARTHSTONE.

Hearthstones my pretty maids,
I sell them four a penny,
Hearthstones, come buy of me,
As long as I have any.

DUST OH! DUST OH!

Dust or ash this chap calls out,
With all his might and main,
He's got a mighty cinder heap
Somewhere near Gray's Inn Lane.

BUY A BONNET BOX OR CAP BOX

Bonnet boxes and cap boxes,
The best that e'er was seen,
They are so very nicely made,
They'll keep your things so clean.

ALL A GROWING AND A BLOWING.

Now ladies here's roots for your gardens,
Come buy some of me if you please,
There's tulips, heart's-ease, and roses,
Sweet Williams, and sweet peas.

ANY OLD POTS OR KETTLES TO MEND?

Any old pots or kettles,
Or any old brass to mend
Come my pretty maids all,
To me your aid must lend.

ANY OLD CHAIRS TO MEND?

Any old chairs to mend?
Any old chairs to seat?
I'll make them quite as good as new,
And make them look so neat.

THE LONDON STREET-MARKETS ON A SATURDAY NIGHT.

Mr. Henry Mayhew has painted a minute yet vivid picture of the London street markets, street sellers and purchasers which are to be seen in the greatest number on a Saturday night:--

"Here, and in the streets immediately adjoining, the working classes generally purchase their Sunday's dinner; and after pay-time on Saturday night, or early on Sunday morning, the crowd in the New-cut, and the Brill in particular, is almost impassable. Indeed, the scene in these parts has more the character of a fair than a market. There are hundreds of stalls, and every stall has its one or two lights; either it is illuminated by the intense white light of the new self-generating gas-lamp, or else it is brightened up by the red smoky flame of the old-fashioned grease-lamp. One man shows off his yellow haddock with a candle stuck in a bundle of firewood; his neighbour makes a candlestick of a huge turnip, and the tallow gutters over its sides; whilst the boy shouting "Eight a penny, stunning pears!" has rolled his dip in a thick coat of brown paper, that flares away with the candle. Some stalls are crimson with the fire shining through the holes beneath the baked chesnut stove; others have handsome octohedral lamps, while a few have a candle shining through a sieve; these, with the sparkling ground-glass globes of the tea-dealers' shops, and the butchers' gaslights streaming and fluttering in the wind, like flags of flame, pour forth such a flood of light, that at a distance the atmosphere immediately above the spot is as lurid as if the street were on fire.

The pavement and the road are crowded with purchasers and street-sellers. The housewife in her thick shawl, with the market-basket on her arm, walks slowly on, stopping now to look at the stall of caps, and now to cheapen a bunch of greens. Little boys, holding three or four onions in their hands, creep between the people, wriggling their way through every interstice, and asking for custom in whining tones, as if seeking charity. Then the tumult of the thousand different cries of the eager dealers, all shouting at the top of their voices, at one and the same time, is almost bewildering. "So-old again," roars one. "Chesnuts, all'ot, a penny a score," bawls another. "An 'aypenny a skin, blacking," squeaks a boy. "Buy, buy, buy, buy,--bu-u-uy!" cries the butcher. "Half-quire of paper for a penny," bellows the street-stationer. "An 'apenny a lot ing-uns." "Twopence a pound, grapes." "Three a penny! Yarmouth bloaters." "Who'll buy a bonnet for fourpence?" "Pick 'em out cheap here! three pair for a-halfpenny, bootlaces." "Now's your time! beautiful whelks, a penny a lot." "Here's ha'p'orths," shouts the perambulating confectioner. "Come and look at'em! here's toasters!" bellows one with a Yarmouth bloater stuck on a toasting fork. "Penny a lot, fine russets," calls the apple woman: and so the Babel goes on.

One man stands with his red-edge mats hanging over his back and chest, like a herald's coat; and the girl with her basket of walnuts lifts her brown-stained fingers to her mouth, as she screams, "Fine warnuts! sixteen a penny, fine war-r-nuts." A bootmaker, to "ensure custom," has illuminated his front-shop with a line of gas, and in its full glare stands a blind beggar, his eyes turned up so as to show only "the whites," and mumbling some begging rhymes, that are drowned in the shrill notes of the bamboo-flute-player next to him. The boy's sharp cry, the woman's cracked voice, the gruff, hoarse shout of the man, are all mingled together. Sometimes an Irishman is heard with his "fine ating apples," or else the jingling music of an unseen organ breaks out, as the trio of street singers rest between the verses.

Then the sights, as you elbow your way through the crowd are equally multifarious. Here is a stall glittering with new tin saucepans; there another, bright with its blue and yellow crockery, and sparkling with white glass. Now you come to a row of old shoes arranged along the pavement; now to a stand of gaudy tea-trays; then to a shop with red handkerchiefs and blue checked shirts, fluttering backwards and forwards, and a counter built up outside on the kerb, behind which are boys beseeching custom. At the door of a tea-shop, with its hundred white globes of light, stands a man delivering bills, thanking the public for past favours, and "defying competition." Here, along side the road, are some half-dozen headless tailors' dummies, dressed in Chesterfields and fustian jackets, each labelled:--"Look at the prices," or "Observe the quality." After this a butcher's shop, crimson and white with meat piled up to the first-floor, in front of all the butcher himself, in his blue coat, walks up and down, sharpening his knife on the steel that hangs to his waist. A little further on stands the clean family, begging; the father with his head down as if in shame, and a box of lucifers held forth in his hand--the boys in newly-washed pinafores, and the tidyly got up mother with a child at her breast. This stall is green and white with bunches of turnips--that red with apples, the next yellow with onions, and another purple with pickling cabbages. One minute you pass a man with an umbrella turned inside up and full of prints; the next, you hear one with a peepshow of Mazeppa, and Paul Jones the pirate, describing the pictures to the boys looking in at the little round windows. Then is heard the sharp snap of the purcussion-cap from the crowd of lads firing at the target for nuts; and the moment afterwards, you see either a black man half-clad in white, and shivering in the cold with tracts in his hand, or else you hear the sounds of music from "Frazier's Circus," on the other side of the road, and the man outside the door of the penny concert, beseeching you to "Be in time--be in time!" as Mr. Somebody is just about to sing his favourite song of the "Knife Grinder." Such, indeed, is the riot, the struggle, and the scramble for a living, that the confusion and the uproar of the New-cut on Saturday night have a bewildering and sad effect upon the thoughtful mind.

Each salesman tries his utmost to sell his wares, tempting the passers-by with his bargains. The boy with his stock of herbs offers "a double 'andful of fine parsley for a penny;" the man with the donkey-cart filled with turnips has three lads to shout for him to their utmost, with their "Ho! ho! hi-i-i! What do you think of us here? A penny a bunch--hurrah for free trade! _Here's_ your turnips!" Until it is seen and heard, we have no sense of the scramble that is going on throughout London for a living. The same scene takes place at the Brill--the same in Leather-lane--the same in Tottenham-court-road--the same in Whitecross-street; go to whatever corner of the metropolis you please, either on a Saturday night or a Sunday morning, and there is the same shouting and the same struggling to get the penny profit out of the poor man's Sunday's dinner.

Since the above description was written, the New Cut has lost much of its noisy and brilliant glory. In consequence of a New Police regulation, "stands" or "pitches" have been forbidden, and each coster, on a market night, is now obliged, under pain of the lock-up house, to carry his tray, or keep moving with his barrow. The gay stalls have been replaced by deal boards, some sodden with wet fish, others stained purple with blackberries, or brown with walnut peel; and the bright lamps are almost totally superseded by the dim, guttering candle. Even if the pole under the tray or "shallow" is seen resting on the ground, the policeman on duty is obliged to interfere.

The mob of purchasers has diminished one-half; and instead of the road being filled with customers and trucks, the pavement and kerbstones are scarcely crowded.

THE SUNDAY MORNING MARKETS.

Nearly every poor man's market does its Sunday trade. For a few hours on the Sabbath morning, the noise, bustle, and scramble of the Saturday night are repeated, and but for this opportunity many a poor family would pass a dinnerless Sunday. The system of paying the mechanic late on the Saturday night--and more particularly of paying a man his wages in a public-house--when he is tired with his day's work, lures him to the tavern, and there the hours fly quickly enough beside the warm tap-room fire, so that by the time the wife comes for her husband's wages, she finds a large portion of them gone in drink and the streets half cleared, thus the Sunday market is the only chance of getting the Sunday's dinner.

Of all these Sunday morning markets, the Brill, perhaps, furnishes the busiest scene; so that it may be taken as a type of the whole.

The streets in the neighbourhood are quiet and empty. The shops are closed with their different coloured shutters, and the people round about are dressed in the shiny cloth of the holiday suit. There are no "cabs," and but few omnibuses to disturb the rest, and men walk in the road as safely as on the footpath.

As you enter the Brill the market sounds are scarcely heard. But at each step the low hum grows gradually into the noisy shouting, until at last the different cries become distinct, and the hubbub, din, and confusion of a thousand voices bellowing at once, again fill the air. The road and footpath are crowded, as on the over-night; the men are standing in groups, smoking and talking; whilst the women run to and fro, some with the white round turnips showing out of their filled aprons, others with cabbages under their arms, and a piece of red meat dangling from their hands. Only a few of the shops are closed; but the butcher's and the coal shed are filled with customers, and from the door of the shut-up baker's, the women come streaming forth with bags of flour in their hands, while men sally from the halfpenny barber's, smoothing their clean-shaved chins. Walnuts, blacking, apples, onions, braces, combs, turnips, herrings, pens, and corn-plasters, are all bellowed out at the same time. Labourers and mechanics, still unshorn and undressed, hang about with their hands in their pockets, some with their pet terriers under their arms. The pavement is green with the refuse leaves of vegetables, and round a cabbage-barrow the women stand turning over the bunches, as the man shouts "Where you like, only a penny." Boys are running home with the breakfast herring held in a piece of paper, and the side-pocket of an apple man's stuff coat hangs down with the weight of halfpence stored within it. Presently the tolling of the neighbouring church bells break forth. Then the bustle doubles itself, the cries grow louder, the confusion greater. Women run about and push their way through the throng, scolding the saunterers, for in half-an-hour the market will close. In a little time the butcher puts up his shutters, and leaves the door still open; the policemen in their clean gloves come round and drive the street-sellers before them, and as the clock strikes eleven the market finishes, and the Sunday's rest begins."

As it was in the beginning of our book and in the days of Queen Elizabeth:--

"When the City shopkeepers railed against itinerant traders of every
denomination, and the Common Council declared that in ancient times
the open streets and lanes had been used, and ought to be used only,
as the common highway, and not for the hucksters, pedlars, and
hagglers, to stand and sell their wares in"--

so it is now, in the Victorian age, and ever will be a very vexed question, and thinking representative men of varied social positions materially differ in opinion; some contending that the question is not of class interest but that of the interest of the public at large; some argue in an effective but perfectly legal and orderly manner for the removal of what they term a greivous nuisance; others ask that an industrious and useful class of men and women should be allowed their honest calling. They protest against the enforcement of an almost obsolete statute which conduces to the waste of fruit, fish, and vegetables, in London and large towns, which practically maintains a trade monopoly, and discourages an abundant supply. They claim for the public a right to buy in the cheapest market, and plead for a liberty which is enjoyed unmolested in many parts of the kingdom, and protest against a remnant of protectionist restriction being put into force against street-hawking.

By the side of this temperate reasoning, let us place the principal arguments which are so often reiterated by aldermen, deputies, councillors, vestrymen, and others, when "drest in a little brief authority," and come at once to the _gravamen_ of the charge against the hawkers, which we find to consist in the nuisance of the street cries.

London, as a commercial city, has numbers of visitors and residents to whom quiet is of vital importance. The street cries, it is alleged, constitute a nuisance to the public, particularly to numbers of day-time-alone occupants, to whom time and thought is money. It is the same thing repeated with many of the suburban residents, in what is generally known as quiet neighbourhoods. Discounting duly the rhetorical exaggeration, it is to be feared the charge must be admitted. Therefore, the shopkeepers argue, let us put down the hawking of everything and everybody. But this does not follow at all. Not only so, but the proposed remedy is ridiculously inadequate to the occasion. Admit the principle, however, for the sake of argument and let us see whither it will lead us. At early morn how often are our matutinal slumbers disturbed by a prolonged shriek, as of some unfortunate cat in mortal agony, but which simply signifies that Mr. Skyblue, the milkman, is on his rounds. The milkman, it is evident, must be abolished. People can easily get their breakfast milk at any respectable dairyman's shop, and get it, too, with less danger of an aqueous dilution. After breakfast--to say nothing of German bands and itinerant organ grinders--a gentleman with a barrow wakens the echoes by the announcement of fresh mackerel, salmon, cod, whiting, soles or plaice, with various additional epithets, descriptive of their recent arrival from the sea. The voice is more loud than melodious, the repetition is frequent, and the effect is the reverse of pleasing to the public ear. Accordingly we must abolish fish hawking: any respectable fishmonger will supply us with better fish without making so much noise over it; and if he charges a higher price it is only the indubitable right of a respectable tradesman and a ratepayer. Then comes on the scene, and determined to have a voice--and a loud one, too, in the morning's hullabaloo, the costermonger--Bill Smith, he declares with stentorian lungs that his cherries, plums, apples, pears, turnips, carrots, cabbages, _cow_cumbers, _sparrow_-grass, _colly_-flow-ers, _inguns_, _ru-bub_, and _taters_, is, and allus vos rounder, sounder, longer, stronger, heavier, fresher, and ever-so-much cheaper than any shopkeeping greengrocer as ever vos: Why? "Vy? cos he don't keep not no slap-up shop vith all plate-glass vinders and a 'andsom sixty-five guinea 'oss and trap to take the missus and the kids out on-a-arternoon, nor yet send his sons and darters to a boarding school to larn French, German, Greek, nor playing on the pianoforte." All this may be very true; but Bill Smith, the costermonger, is a noisy vulgar fellow; therefore must be put down. Mrs. Curate, Mrs. Lawyer, Mrs. Chemist, and Miss Seventy-four must be taught to go to the greengrocer of the district, Mr. Manners, a highly respectable man, a Vestryman and a Churchwarden, who keeps:--

PLATE, WAITERS, AND LINEN FOR HIRE.
N.B.--EVENING PARTIES ATTENDED.

As the morning wears on we have:--"I say!--I say!! Old hats I buy," "Rags or bones," "Hearthstones," "Scissors to grind--pots, pans, kettles or old umbrellas to mend," "Old clo! clo," "Cat or dog's meat," "Old china I mend," "Clothes props," "Any old chairs to mend?" "Any ornaments for your fire stove," "Ripe strawberries," "Any hare skins,"--"rabbit skins," "Pots or pans--jugs or mugs," "I say, Bow! wow! and they are all a-growing and a-blowing--three pots for sixpence," and other regular acquaintances, with the occasional accompaniment of the dustman's bell, conclude the morning's performance, which, altogether is reminiscent of the "Market Chorus" in the opera of _Masaniello_; and if the public quiet is to be protected, our sapient Town Councillors would abolish one and all of these, dustman included. One of the latest innovations upon the peace and happiness of an invalid, an author, or a quiet-loving resident, is the street vendor of coals. "Tyne Main," or "Blow-me-Tight's," Coals! "C-o-a-l-s, _one and tuppence a underd--see'em weighed_." This is the New Cry. Small waggons, attended by a man and a boy, go to our modern railway sidings to be filled or replenished with sacks containing 56 lbs. or 112 lbs. of coals, and then proceed to the different suburban quiet neighbourhoods, where the man and boy commence a kind of one done the other go on duet to the above words, which is enough to drive the strongest trained one crazy. All the great coal merchants seem to have adopted this method of retailing coals, and have thus caused the almost total abolition of coal sheds, and the greengrocer and general dealer to abandon the latter part of his calling. Our afternoon hours, after the passing of the muffin bell, are made harmonious by public references to shrimps, fine Yarmouth bloaters, haddocks, periwinkles, boiled whelks, and water_creases_, which are too familiar to need description; and our local governors in their wisdom would bid us no longer be luxurious at our tea, or else go to respectable shops and buy our "little creature comforts." Professing an anxiety to put down street cries, our police persecute one class out of a multitude, and leave all the rest untouched. It is not only an inadequate remedy, but the remedy is sought in the wrong direction. The fact is, that the street noises are an undoubted evil, and in the interests of the public, action should be taken not to put them down, but to regulate them by local bye-laws, leaving the course of trade otherwise free. It is a plan adopted in most of the greater towns which have in any way dealt with the subject.

THE DEMONS OF PIMLICO.

[From _Punch_.]

Edwin is a Young Bard, who has taken a lodging in a Quiet Street in Belgravia, that he may write his Oxford Prize Poem. The interlocutors are Demons of both Sexes.

EDWIN (composing). Where the sparkling fountain never ceases--
_Female Demon._ "_Wa-ter-creece-ses!_"

EDWIN. And liquid music on the marble floor tinkles--
_Male Demon._ "_Buy my perriwinkles!_"

EDWIN. Where the sad Oread oft retires to weep--
_Black Demon._ "_Sweep! Sweep!! Sweep!!!_"

EDWIN. And tears that comfort not must ever flow--
_Demon from Palestine._ "_Clo! Clo!! Old Clo!!!_"

EDWIN. There let me linger beneath the trees--
_Italian Demon._ "_Buy, Im-magees!_"

EDWIN. And weave long grasses into lovers' knots--
_Demon in white apron._ "_Pots! Pots!! Pots!!!_"

EDWIN. Oh! what vagrant dreams the fancy hatches--
_Ragged Old Demon._ "_Matches! Buy Matches!_"

EDWIN. She opes her treasure-cells, like Portia's caskets--
_Demon with Cart._ "_Baskets, any Baskets!_"

EDWIN. Spangles the air with thousand-coloured silks--
_Old Demon._ "_Buy my Wilks! Wilks!! Wilks!!!_"

EDWIN. Garments which the fairies might make habits--
_Lame Demon._ "_Rabbits, Hampshire Rabbits!_"

EDWIN. Visions like those the Interpreter of Bunyan's--
_Demon with a Stick._ "_Onions, a Rope of Onions!_"

EDWIN. And give glowing utterances to their kin--
_Dirty Demon._ "_Hare's skin or Rabbit skin!_"

EDWIN. In thoughts so bright the aching senses blind--
_Demon with Wheel._ "_Any knives or scissors to grind!_"

EDWIN. Though gone, the Deities that long ago--
_Grim Demon._ "_Dust Ho! Dust Ho!!_"

EDWIN. Yet, from her radiant bow no Iris settles--
_Swarthy Demon._ "_Mend your Pots and Kettles!_"

EDWIN. And sad and silent is the ancient seat--
_Demon with Skewers._ "_Cat's M-e-a-t!_"

EDWIN. For there is a spell that none can chase away--
_Demon with Organ._ "_Poor Dog Tray!_"

EDWIN. And a charm whose power must ever bend--
_Demon with Rushes._ "_Chairs! Old chairs to mend!_"

EDWIN. And still unbanished falters on the ear--
_Demon with Can._ "_Beer! Beer, any Beer!_"

EDWIN. Still Pan and Syrinx wander through the groves--
_She Demon._ "_Any Ornaments for your fire stoves!_"

EDWIN. Thus visited is the sacred ground--
_Second Demon with Organ._ "_Bobbing all around!_"

EDWIN. Ay, and for ever, while the planet rolls--
_Demon with Fish._ "_Mackerel or Soles!_"

EDWIN. Crushed Enceladus in torment groans--
_Little Demon._ "_Stones! Hearthstones!_"

EDWIN. While laves the sea, on the glittering strand--
_Third Demon with Organ._ "_O, 'tis hard to give the hand!_"

EDWIN. While, as the cygnet nobly walks the water--
_Fourth Demon with Organ._ "_The Ratcatcher's Daughter!_"

EDWIN. And the Acropolis reveals to man--
_Fifth Demon with Organ._ "_Poor Mary Anne!_"

EDWIN. So long the presence, yes, the MENS DIVINA--
_Sixth Demon with Organ._ "_Villikins and his Dinah!_"

EDWIN. Shall breathe whereso'er the eye shoots--
_Six Dirty Germans with_-- "_The overture to Freischutz!_"

Here--EDWIN GOES MAD.

AND OUR WORK COMES TO A TIMELY

END.

INDEX.

Addison, on London Cries, 118

Adelphi Theatre, The, 70

Aldersgate--Aldgate, 17

Ale and Wine, 6

Alexander Gell, 6

Annibale Carracci, 1

Alsatia--Its Notoriety, 26

Archers,--The City, 20

Attic-Poet, The, 146

Babies--Male and Female, 76

Bags of Mystery!, 127

Band-Cuffe-Ruffe, 71

Bankside, 22, 23, 24

Bards of Seven Dials, 161

Barrow-woman, The, 112

Bartholomew Bird, A, 76

" Fair--_see_ Ben Jonson.

Bay Cottage, Edmonton, 137

Baynard's Castle, 25

Beau-Trap, What, 154

Beaumont and Fletcher, 34

Bellman of London &c., 49, 50, 51, 52, 53

Bellman's Merry Out Cryes, 52

" Song, A, 50

" Treasury, The, 52

" Verses, 51, 53, 55

Ben Jonson's:--
Bartholomew Fair, 34, 75, 78
Costard-Mongers, 28, 34
Fish-Wives, 28
London, 16
Orange Woman, 28, 109
Silent Woman, 26, 29

Bennett--The News-cryer, 151

Billingsgate--Bummarees at, &c., 237

Bishopsgate, 17

Blacking Man, 60

Blacking--Day and Martin's, 156

" --Patent Cake, 156

Bookseller's Row, W.C., 203

Boar's Head Tavern, 8

Bridgewater Library, The, 73

Bristle--A Brush-Man, 80

British Museum--London Cries in, 56

Brompton's Chronicle, 232

Broom--Buy-a-Broom Girls, 223

Broom-men, The, 29, 32

Bucklersbury--Simple time, 21, 127

Budget--A Tinker, 81

Burbadge, R. and J. (Actors), 90

Buskers, 9

Butcher's Row, Strand, W.C., 253

Byron, H. J.--A Word-twister, 71

Bow Bells, The sound of, 45

Britton, Small Coalman, 124

Birdman, The, 250

Black Jack--What?, 134

Cannon Street, 7, 8

Canonbury Tower, 135

Canwyke Street, 7

Card Matches--Vendors of, 120

Cardinal Cap Alley, 23

Catch that Catch Can, 99, 101

Catnach--"_Old Jemmy_," 161, 180, 186, 194, 195

Charing, The Village of, 6

Charles 1st, 6, 15, 35

Charles Dickens, 9, 146

Charles Knight's London, 153

Charles Lamb, 131, 4, 6, 8

Charles Mathews, 223

Chaucer, Geoffry, 1

Cheapside Cross, The, 19

Chelsea--Bun Houses at, 207

Churchwarden--Pipes, 134

Chiropodist, The, of to day, 127

City Walls, 18

Clause--A popular Vagabond, 83

Clerkenwell--A Village, 124, 139

Clint--The Liberty of, 23

Coals, a public nuisance, 15

Coalmen--Small, 73, 124

Cocks--_i.e._ Catchpennies, 173

Colebrooke Row, Islington, 132

Coleridge and the Old clo-man, 60

Collier, Mr. John Payne, 89

Colly-Molly--Puff-Pastry-man, 121

Copy of Verses, 164, 173

Corder, Wm. Murderer, 169

Costermongers, 29, 32, 34

Countryman in Lunnun, The, 7

Cow--With the iron tail, 143

Cries of Bologna, 1

Cries of London ever popular, 1

Cries of London--a Collection of, 31, 56, 63, 79, 102, 115

Cries of Rome, _i.e._--London, 64

Curtain Road, 90

CRIES OF LONDON--Ancient and Modern. Alphabetically Arranged.

Almanack--Buy an, 60, 341

Aloes, that blossom rarely, 140

Anchovies--Buy my, &c., 265

Apples--Baked, 127

Apricots--Buy fine, 116

Aqua Vitae, 60, 127

Artichokes, 35, 60, 73, 113

Asparagus--Any ripe, 35, 115

Apple Tarts, Nice hot to-day, 275

Bacon--A Suck of, 239

Baked Potatoes, 259

Ballads--Buy a fine, new, &c., 76

Balm, 115

Balsams, Buy fine, 340

Banbury Cakes, O!, 269

Bandstrings--Buy, 73, 82, 88

Barley-Broth--Here's, 114

Bay--Buy any, &c., 60

Beans--White, Windsor &c., 35, 115, 184

Beads and Laces, 88

Basket, Buy a, 345

Bear's-foot--Buy my, 115

Beef--Ribs, fat and fine, 58

Bellows--Old, to mend, &c., 60

Birds and Hens--Buy any, 62

Black your Shoes, Sir?, 155

Blacking, Buy, 94

Blue--Buy my, 114

Blue Starch, 61

Bodkin--Here's a gilt, 82

Bone-Lace--Buy, 62, 82

Book--Buy a new, &c., 63

Boots--Have you any old?, 13, 14

Bow or Bough-pot (_flower-pot_), 61

Box--Buy my growing, 340

Box--Bonnet or cap, 297

Brass Pot, or an Iron Pot, 126

Bread and Meat, for poor prisoners, &c., 61, 64, 72, 126

Brick-Dust, 119

Briar--Buy sweet, 127-128

Broccoli--Here's fine, 115

Broken-Glasses, 119

Broom--Buy a, 80, 289

Brooms for old shoes, 36

Broom--New green, &c., 13, 58, 80

Brush--Buy long, new, &c., 61, 62, 73

Buns--See Hot-Cross-Buns

Butter--Sixpence a-pound, 116

Buskins--Have you any?, 14

Buttons--Buy any?, 61

Buttons--Hankercher, 73

Cabbage--White-heart, &c., 62, 113

Calf's Feet--Here's fine, 116

Candle-stick--Buy a, 61

Canes--For young and old, 260, 346

Cap Box--Bonnet Box, 297

Capers--Buy my, &c., 265

Carrots--Buy, 62, 115, 277

Case for a Hat--Buy a, 62

Cat's and Dog's Meat, 368

Cauliflowers--Here's, 115

Celery--Buy my nice, 116

Chairs to mend, 73, 114, 126, 371

Cheese and Cream--Any fresh, 62, 117, 139

Cherries--In the rise, _i.e._ stick, 6, 108

" Ripe, 6, 60

" Round and Sound, 113, 183

" Kentish

Chesnuts--Roasted &c., 62, 241

Chickens--Buy alive, 295

Chimney Sweep, 29, 60, 252

Cinquefoil, 115

Clean your Boots, Sir?, 153

Clo! Clo!--Old Clothes, 37, 354

Clothes Pegs--Buy my, 184

Cloth--Scotch or Russian, 126

Clothes Lines--Props, 184, 278

Close-stool--Buy a cover for, 66, 93

Clove Water--Buy any?, 63

Coal--Maids any small?, 60

Cock or a Gelding (_Capon_), 73

Cockles-Ho!, 60, 79, 267

Cod--New, fine-water'd, 61, 116

Codlings--Hot, 62, 73, 113, 183

Codlings--Crumpling, 183

Coife--Buy a fine, 82

Coleworts--Here's green, 115

Cony-Skins--(_Rabbit_), 60, 84

Corn-Poppies--Here's, 116

Corns--Any to cut, pick, &c., 62, 75, 113

Cooper--Any work for a?, 60, 73, 113, 121

Crabs--Come buy my, &c., 116, 343

Cranberries--Buy my, &c., 259

Cream and Cheese, 139

Cucumbers, Ripe &c., 35, 63, 116, 256

Curds, 81

Currants--Here's, 81

Cut Flowers, 255

Dabs--Come buy my, 116, 128

Damsons--Buy ripe, 61

Dandelion--Here's ye, 115

Dog's Meat, 368

Door-Mat--Buy a, 279, 376

Doublets--Any old?, 60

Dragon's-tongue--Here's ye, 115

Dumplings Diddle, diddle, 115

Dust O!, 248

Duck--Buy a, 116

Earthen-Ware--To-day?, 296

Eels--Buy a dish of, 41, 116, 298

Eel Pies--Hot, hot!, 62

Eggs--New laid, 10 a groat, 116

Elder-buds--For the blood, 114

Ells or Yards--Buy, 61

Ends of gold, 60

Featherfew and Rue, 115

Felt Hats, 5

Fenders--I paint, 231

Figs--Buy any?, 61, 116

Filberts--Ripe, Brown, &c., 116, 183

Fleas--Buy a tormentor for, 66, 75

Flounders, 30, 61, 116, 268

Flowers--Buy my, 356

Fowl--A choice, 116

Footstool--Buy a, 61

French Beans--Buy, 116

French Garters, 71

Garlick--Buy any?, 62

Garters for the knee, 61, 82, 88

Gazette, London--Here, 126, 339

Geraniums--Scarlet, &c., 240

Gilliflowers, &c., 115

Gingerbread--Hot, 75, 114, 349

Glass to mend, 61

Glasses--Broken, 120

Golden Pippins--Who'll buy, 290

Gold-end--Have you any?, 60

Goose--Buy a, 116

Gooseberries--Buy my fine, 261

Green Coleworts--Here's, 115

Greens, 2d. a bunch, 355

Green Peas--All hot-hot!, 239, 296

Gudgeons--Fine, &c., 115

Gaudes--Dainty for Sunday, 88

Ground-Ivy--Buy my, 115

Haddocks--Buy my fine, 61, 116

Hair--Maids any to sell?, 113

Hair Brooms, or a Brush, 289

Hair-line--Buy a?, 62

Hang out your Lights here, 46-47

Handkerchief-buttons--Buy, 73

Hare Skins--I buy, 83

Hastings--Young and Green, 115

Hat, or Cap Box?, 297, 356

Hat--Buy a case for, 62

Hats--Fine felt, 5

Hats or Caps--To dress, 62

Hats or Caps--Buy or sell, 38

Hassock for your Pew, 66, 72

Hautboys--Ripe, 115

Hearth-stones--Want any?, 158, 362

Heart's-ease--Buy any?, 115

Herbs--Here's fine of every sort, 115

Herrings--Fine new, &c., 60, 113

Hobby-Horses, 73, 76, 106

Holly--Christmas ho!, 234

Hone, or Whetstone, 73

Hornbook--Buy a, 85

Horns--Shall I mend your?, 114

Hot-Cross Buns, 185, 202, 263

Hot Mutton--Pies, 61, 282

Hot Pudding--Pies, 62

Hot Sheep's feet, 7

Hot Peacods, 6, 127

Houseleek--Here's ye, 115

Holloway Cheesecakes, 117

Hood--Buy a?, 9

Horehound--Buy any, 115

Images--Come buy my, 287, 357

Ink--Fine writing-ink, 59, 104, 126

Ink and Pens, 59

Iron--Old iron I buy, &c., 40, 60

Iron Fork or shovel, 105

Italian Falling Bands, 71

Ivy--Ground-ivy, 115

Jessamine--Pale, &c., 240

Jew's Trumps (_i.e. Harps._), 76

John Apples--Who'll buy, 81

John the Cooper--Any work for?, 60, 126

Kettles to mend, 64, 303

Kentish Cherries, 288

Kitchen-stuff--What have you maids?, 60, 113

Knives to grind, 277, 373

Laces--Long and Strong, 83, 126

Lambs--Young to sell, 185, 293

Lanthorn & Candle, 46, 66, 72

Lavender--Blooming, 115, 270, 372

Lawn, Silk, Velvets, 6

Lights for your cat, 116

Lilies of the Valley, 294

Leeks--Here's fine, 116

Lemons--Fine, 60

Lettuce--Fine goss, 57, 60, 66

Lobsters--Buy, 116, 343

Mackerel--Fine, fresh, 7, 29, 60, 73, 271

Maids--Buy my fresh, 116

Marjoram--Ho!, 115

Marking Stone, 57, 61, 64, 72

Marroguin--Good, 60

Marrow-bones, Maids, 73

Marygolds--Here's ye, 115

Mat--Buy a, 60, 66, 73

Matches--Buy my, 231

Milk--Maids below &c., 60, 139, 183, 344

Mint--Any green, or a bunch, 115, 274

Mops--Maids buy a, 219, 284

Mousetrap--Buy a, 65, 75

Muffins--Buy new, 284

Muffins, Crumpets

Mugwort--Buy my, 115

Mulberries--Here's, 116, 266

Mullets--Buy my, 116

Mussels--Lilly-white, 31, 60, 73

Mutton Dumplings--Hot, 282

Mutton Pies--Who'll buy?, 61

Myrtle--Dark green, 340

Nectarines--Fine, 116, 348

Needles--who buys my, 85

Nettle-tops--Here's ye, 115

New River Water--Here 129, 139

Nosegays--Fine, 115

Nun's Thread, 71

Nuts--Fine, new, &c., 113

Oat-Cakes--Fine, 62

Old Clo! Clo!, 37, 353, 369

Old Cloaks, Suits or Coats, 38

Old Doublets, 60

Old Iron--Take money for, 40

Old Man--A penny a root, 231

Old Satin-taffety, or Velvet, 37

Onions--White St. Thomas', &c., 35, 66, 115

Oranges--China, golden, ripe, &c., 60, 183, 303

Oranges and Lemons--Fine, 60

Oysters--New Wall-Fleet &c., 30, 113, 285, 353

Pail--Buy a new, 231

Paris-thread, 6

Parsley--Heres ye, 115

Parsnips, Buy--Here's fine, 116

Peaches--Buy my fine, 116, 348

Pearmains--Buy my, 81

Pears--Baking, Stewed &c., 85, 61-62, 113, 262

Peas and Beans--Come buy, 184

Pea-Soup--All hot!, 239

Peacods, Hot-hot!, 6, 127

Penknives to grind, 231

Pens and Ink, 59-60

Pennyroyal--Here's ye, 115

Pepper, Saffron and Spice, 6

Peppermint--Nice, 237

Perch--Buy my, 116

Periwinkles--Quick _i.e. live_, 62, 73, 374

Pies Hot, 62, 113

Pigeons--Come buy my, 116

Pike--Fine live, 116

Pins of the maker, 63

Pins and Needles--Who buys?, 85

Pins for Coney-Skins, 115

Pippins--Buy my? &c., 60, 290

Pippin-Pies, 60

Plaice--Buy dish of, &c., 31, 61, 116

Plovers--Come buy my, 116

Plum-Pudding, 4d. a pound, 114

Plum--Buy my ripe, 116, 299

Points--Buy any?, 61

Pomegranites--Fine, 62

Pompeons (Qy. Pumpkin), 62

Potatoes--Fine new, 62, 116, 286

Potatoes--All hot, 359

Pot--Buy a white, 61

Pots and Pans, 231

Pots, Pans, Kettles to mend, 264, 301

Powder and Wash-ball, 121

Pretty Pins--Pretty women?, 126

Primroses--Buy, 228, 246

Props or Lines, 184

Prunes--Buy, 2d. a-pound, 61, 115

Purse--Buy a, 300

Quick (_i.e. live_) Perriwinkles, 62, 73

Rabbits--Who'll buy, 116, 273

Rabbit-skins--Any to sell, buy, 60, 84

Radish--Buy my white, &c., 35, 62, 66, 115

Raisons--Buy any?, 61

Rareee Show--Take a peep, 280

Ribs of beef--Fine, 5

Rice-milk--Here's hot, 114, 127, 347

Rice--New, 2d. a pound, 116

Rings--Powch-posies, 13, 88

Rope-Mats--Buy one, 278

Roses--Buy my fine, 340

Rosemary--Buy my, 60, 115, 257

Rosemary and Briar, 127, 257

Rue--Buy a bunch, &c., 115, 274

Rushes--Green, 7-8, 62

Saffron, Spice and Pepper, 6

Sage--Buy a bunch &c., 115, 274

Salad--Ready picked, 115

Salmon--Fine, Newcastle, &c., 30, 258

Saloop--Hot and good, 116, 127

Samphire--Rock, 60, 72

Sand--Silver sand, 113

Sashes--Ribbons or lace, 179

Satin--Old, 37

Sausages, 56, 61

Save-all--Buy a, 80

Savoys--Here's fine, 115

Scissors ground, 1d. per pair, 277

Screens, from the fire, 73

Scurvy-grass--Any?, 62, 115

Shads--Come buy my, 60, 116

Shirt Buttons--Buy, 272

Sheep's Trotters--Hot, 7, 127

Shoes-Buy--I buy, 14, 61

Shovel and Iron Fork, 105

Shrimps--Fine, New, 61, 116, 374

Silk Velvets lawn, 6

Singing Bird--Buy a fine, 107, 115

Silver Sand--Buy, 113

Small Coals, 73, 116, 124

Smelts--Buy my &c., 31, 62, 116

Socks--Holland socks, 126

Soles--Fine, &c., 62

Songs--A choice of, 83

Songs--Three yards a penny, 187

Southernwood, that's very good, 115

Spice, pepper and saffron, 6

Spice graters, 58

Sprats--Buy my, 61, 116

Spinach--Here's, 116

Starch--Blue, 61

Stocks--Buy fine, 340

Straw--Will you buy any?, 79

Strawberries--Ripe, &c., 6, 62, 108, 115, 185, 276

Steel or Tinder-box, 73

Stopple--For your close-stool, 66

Stomach water, 63

Sweep, 184

Sweet Briar--Buy my, 257, 277

Table-mat--Buy a, 251

Tape--Buy any?, 61

Tarts--All hot, 113

Teal--Come buy my, 116

Tench--Buy my, 116

Teeth--Any to draw?, 81

Thornback--New, 62

Tinder-Box--Buy a, 79

Tinker--Have you any work for a?, 60, 73, 264

Toasting Forks, 58, 61, 99

Toasting-Iron, 61

Toys, For girls and boys, 185

Trap for fleas, 66

Trinkets--Want any?, 291

Tripes--Fine, 116

Troop--Every one, 106

Trotters--Here's, 116

Turnips--Buy bunch, 60, 115, 277

Turbot--All alive, 237

Thyme, Rue, &c., 115

Velvets, Silk, Lawn, 6

Venice Glasses--Come buy, 59

Vinegar--Lilly-white, 126

Violets--Buy my, 128

Violins--Buy, 76

Wafers--Buy any?, 126

Walking-sticks--Buy my, 139, 260

Walnuts, New, crack and try, &c., 62, 115, 241, 242, 243

Warders--Hot (Pears), 127

Wash-Ball--Want any, 58, 62, 291

Watch--Buy of me, 291

Water--Buy spring here?, 129, 139

Water-cresses--Buy fresh, &c., 115, 127

Wax--Buy any?, 126, 281, 353

Wheat--Buy any?, 62, 73

Whetstone--Buy a, 73

Whistle, for your boy, 82

White Scallions (_Shalots_), 62

Whiting--Any new, fresh, &c., 30, 62, 66

Whiting Maps, 61

Widgeon--Come buy my, 116

Wigs--A fine tie or bob?, 126

Wild Duck--Buy a, 116

Windsor Beans, 115

Wine--One penny a pint, 10

Winter-Savoy--Here you have, 115

Wood--Any to cleave?, 15, 62, 124

Wood-sorrel--Here's ye, 115

Worcestershire Salt, 61, 62

Wormwood--Here's fine, 115

Yards and Ells, 61

Yorkshire Cakes, 254

Yorkshire Muffins, 116

Yarmouth Bloaters, 237

Cry--_Much cry, but little wool_, 120

Crying Things in London, 73

Curds--A cheesewoman, 81

Cutler's Poetry upon a knife, 52

Deacon's Music Hall, 131

Decker, Thomas, _alias_ Dekker, 50

Deuteromelia, or Roundelays, 70

Dick Tarlton--Jester, 136

Dick, The Shoe Black, 155

Dimsdale--Mayor Garrett, 199

Ditty--A ballad-man, 80

Dogberry--The Watchman, 49

Drunken Barnaby at Holloway, 117

Duke of Devonshire's drawings, 63

Dumpling Woman--The, 253

Dunstan--Sir Jeffery, 196

" Mayor of Garrett, 197

" Death of, 198

Dustman--The, 249

Dying Speeches, 160, 172

" Albert Smith's, 173

" Ann William's, 163

" Wm. Corder's, 170

" Couvoisier's, 112

" Greenacre's, 171

" Thurtell's, 167

Earl of Ellesmere, 73

Eastern Cheap-Market, 8

Eastwood ho!--A Comedy, 62

Ebsworth--Rev. J. W, 83

Edmonton, 137, 138

Ely Place--The orchards in, 108

Elizabeth--Queen, 35, 64

ELIZA COOK, MISS, POEMS:--
Christmas Holly, 244
Hot-Cross Buns, 210
Old Cries, 244
Young Lambs to Sell, 221

Enfield--Charles Lamb at, 136

Falstaff and Henry V, 8

Faux-Hall, 23

Field Lane and Fagan, 6

Fiddler--The blind, 283

Finsbury, its groves, 139

Flower Girls--Saucy, 128

Flower Pot Man--The, 240

Flying Stationer--The, 159

Fish-Fags, 236

Fish-Wives, 29, 32

Fisherwomen, 234

Fortunes of Nigel, 40

Fortey Mr. _late_ Catnach, 194

Garratt--Mayor of, 197, 200

George Cruikshank, 222

George Daniel--Mr., 133

George Dyer, 133

Gingerbread Lottery, 350

Goldsmith--Oliver, 135

Gravesend and Milton, 10

Grey Friars, 18

Greenacre, 172

Greene Robt,--_Never too Late_, 64

Grim--The Black Collier, 96

Grimaldi--Old Joe, 132

Gum--A tooth drawer, 81

Guy Fawkes--Guy, 226

Halliwell Street, 90

Heath--A broom-man, 80

Hearth Stone Merchant, 158

Herb-wives, unruly people, 35

Herb-wife--The, 274

Herrick, Robert--Pretty Jane

" Hesperides, 50

Heywood, T.--Rape of Lucrece

Hobbyhorse-seller--A, 75, 106

Hogarth's Print of "_Evening_", 131

" "_Enraged Musician_", 32

" Idle 'Prentice, 149

" Pieman, 214

Holborn, 12, 35

" Green Pastures in, 139

Holloway Cheese-cakes, 117

Holywell Street, 203

Hone's Every-Day Book, 132, 155

Hornmen, 150

Hot Codlings--A Catch, 101

Hucksters, 35

Hugh Myddleton, 131

Hyde Park, 20

Inigo Jones' collection of drawings, 63

Iron-Tailed Cow--The, 143

Islington, 131

" Clerks from, 155

" Garland, 131, 135

Jack Drum's Entertainment, 117

"Jerry" the spec builder, 139

Jigs on the Stage, 80

Jin Vin. in Prentices-riots, 41

John Bunyan--A Tinker, 100

John Howard, 126

John Stow's Survey of London, 2

John Taylor--The Water-Poet, 90

Johnson, Dr. on London-cries, 36

Kate Smith--Milkmaid, 241

Kelly--Frances, M., 137

Kempe--A Comedian, 90

Kent--Lambarde's, 10

Lackpenny--_see_ London

Lambeth, 23

Lauron's Cries--see Mauron

Law, Thomas--The Bellman, 53

Lawyer's and Suitors, 11

La Zoon--Partrait Painter, 103

Lettuce Woman--The, 57

Life in London, 8

Light of other Days--The, 63

Liston, W., "London Crier", 220

London, Barrow Women, 112, 222

" Bridge, 25, 26

" Chanticleers, a Comedy, 79

" Labour, 7

" Lackpenny, 2, 3, 10

" Lawyers, 11

" Milk Carriers, 139 to 147

" 'Prentice riots, 42, 45

" Stall Keepers, 11

" Stone--The, 7, 11

" The Three Ladies of, 12

" Wall--The, 17

" Without lamps, 51

Ludgate--Poor Prisioners in, 17, 18

Lupton's London (1632), 234

Luttrell's Collection of Broadsides, 52

Lydgate--A Monk, 1, 2, 7, 9

" his numerous works, 2

" his London Lackpenny, 2, 3, 10

" Cornhill in his time, 9

" Mackerel in his day, 29

Madame Vestris--Her legs, 223

Maria Marten, & Corder, 168

Marylebone, 20

Mauron's-_alias_-Lauron--"Cryes,", 31, 103

Mayhew's, H., London Labour, 7, 152, 165

Mayors of Garratt, 127, 200

Merry Bellman's--Out-Cryes, 52

Merry Drollery--The, 83

Milliner's Girls, 70

Nassau Press--The, 195

Ned Ward--His Time, 124

Nell Gwynne, 57, 109 to 112

New Exchange--Strand, 70

New River--First View of, 130

" And Charles Lamb, 130

News-criers, 150

Newgate, 18

Nightingale--A ballad-singer, 75

Novello--Mr. Vincent, 136

Northumberland House, 25

Milk--London supply of, 142

Milkmaids, 141

Milkman--The Poetical, 147

Milk and water, 139

Milk from the Cow, 244

Miller's Golden Thumb, 92

Milton's Il Penseroso, 50

Misson's Travels, 140

Moorfields, 18

Moorgate, 17

Morely,--A Musical Composer, 70

Morose--A Character, 28, 33

Mother Red Cap--Holloway, 117

Much cry, but little wool, 120

Muffin Man--The, 202

Muffin and Crumpet Company, 201

Murder of Mr. Weare, 165

Okes--A printer (1632), 234

Old clo'--A Jew's monopoly, 39

" And Coleridge, 60

Old Parr's Head--The, 131

Old Stage waggon--The, 21

Oliver Twist, 6

Orange-women, 29, 32, 57

Oranges imported by Sir. W. Raleigh, 109

Orlando Gibbons--Musician, 72

Oyster-wives--unruly people, 35

O Yes--a mad merry ditty, 52

Pammelia--a musical work, 78

Paris Gardens, 90

Pastyme of Pleasure--The, 2

Paul Mr.--And Catnach, 195

Paul's Wharf, 25

Pedlar's French, 64

Pepy's--His collection, &c., 102

Pewter Pots, 8, 197

Pewterer's 'prentice, 28

Phillips--A comedian, 90

Pieman--London The, 211 to 219

Pie Shops--The Penny, 127

Pie-Poudre--A court of, 76

Pimlico--A country hamlet, 21

Pinner-up--Of songs, 193

Pitts--Ballad-monger, 161

Place Maubert, 236

Plate-glass windows, 6

Playford's Select Ayres, 87

Pope Thos.--Famous Clown, 90

Pope's Head--in Cornhill, 10

Porson--on Barrow-woman, 112

Potatoes--In reign of James I., 72

Powder-Watt, 121

Puddle Dock, 25

'Prentice Riots, 44

Prick Song--What!, 52

Queen Anne's--London, 47

Rabbit Man--The, 273

Raddish and Lettuce-woman, 57

Ragg--The Bellman's copy of verses, 52

Ragged School, 157

Rat-catcher--The, 59

Red Barn--Murder at, 168

River Fleet, 17

Robatos--a kind of Ruff, 71

Roger Warde--Printer (1584), 12

Rome mort--Romville, 64

Roxburghe Ballads--The, 71, 80, 89, 113

Rushes--Green, the strewing of &c., 7, 8

Ryle--Mrs. Anne, 194

Saint Fear--Years of, 52

St. Dunstan's Church, 41, 71

St. James' Park, 21

St. Pauls' Cathedral, 43

Salt, sold in the streets, 62

Sausage-Woman The, 58

Second Edition--Sellers, 152

Seven Dials, 164

Shakespeare's London, 16 to 27

Shancke, John--Comic actor, 89

Shoe-Black--The, 155

Shoe-Blacks--Last of the, 153

Shoeblack Society, 157

Shopkeepers--Loud bawling, 6

Shoreditch-church--Fields, 33, 90

Singer--A Comedian, 90

Sir Hugh Myddleton's Head, 131

Songs--3 yards a penny, 187

Sow--Gelder's Horn, 32, 119

Spectacles, first sold, 5

Spectator, The--on London cries, 118

Spring water--Here?, 129

Stall-keepers--The, 11

Statutes of the Streets, 48

Stow's Survey of London, 2, 50

Strawberries in Holborn, 108

Strawberry-Woman--The, 276

Tarlton, Comedian, 20

Tempest's, P. Cries of London, 102

Theatres--Bankside, 23

" The Cockpit, 79

" Covent Garden, 23

" The Curtain, 89, 90, 95

" Drury Lane, 23

" The Globe, 22, 89, 90, 95

" The Hope, 75

" Red Bull, 64, 89, 95

" Sadler's Wells, 130, 132

" The Theatre, 64, 90

" The Swan, 89, 90, 95

Thurtell--John, Murderer, 165

" Hook's verses on, 166

Three Ladies of London, 12, 15

Tiddy-Doll--Vendor of Gingerbread, 148, 264

Tinker--The Jolly, 302

Troop--Every One, 106

Tripe-wives--unruly people, 35

Trotter Yard--The, 7

Turner's Dish of Stuff, 89, 91

Veal, with a _hammy_ knife!, 239

Watchman--The London, 46

Water Carrier--The, 129

Water-Poet--_see_ John Taylor

Walter Raleigh and oranges, 109

Weare Mr.--The Murder of, 165

What do you lack?, 7, 41

Windsor Drollery--The, 87, 101

Wood--Any to cleave?, 15

Wotton, Towns End--Tune of, 89

Wynter, Dr. on our milk supply 142

Yea by cock, 8

Ye Bridge-foot, 234

Year of Saint's Fear, 52

FOOTNOTES:

[1] "The England of Shakespeare," by E. Goadby--Cassell, Petter, Galpin & Co., London, E.C.

[2] For the use of the woodcut blocks representing the "Smith Arms," and the Globe Theatre, we are indebted to our friend Mr. John W. Jarvis, author of "Musee-Phusee-Glyptic: A Scrap Book of Jottings from Stratford-on-Avon, and Elsewhere," London, 1875, who introduces them into the pages of his work thus:--

"Not long since, after a pleasing and interesting walk, one fine
morning on Bankside, and standing near the still existing Cardinal Cap
Alley, with the aid of an artist friend, we drew up a fancy picture of
what Bankside was in Shakespeare's day.--Here a small creek with craft
and busy life around; a small bridge, with road leading to the Globe,
the famous theatre afterwards to be so widely known. The sunshiny time
of our literature and life, making a red-letter period in happy old
England's history. We were interrupted by a kindly-faced,
round-shouldered man of the bargee type, who asked us 'if it was
Shakespeare, him as writ plays, we was a torkin' on; if so be it were,
he could show us the wery 'ouse he used, least ways, all as is left on
it.' After a twisting tramp through Cardinal Cap Alley, we were
brought out opposite the public-house known by the name of the 'Smith
Arms,' which had just then only escaped entire demolition from fire by
a very near chance--(the damage done has since necessitated the
rebuilding; so the sketch stands as a bit of rescued old London.)

"Our informant assured us that--'Shakespeare as had a playus nigh
there, used to use that wery 'ouse; him as writ the Merchant of
Venice, Money, and the Forest of Bondy.' Our kind friend was
interrupted by a companion, who said, 'Not Bondy: him didn't write
that.' 'I won't give up Money, because the Merchant of Venice is all
about Money. You better say he didn't write Richard the Third and
Richard the Fourth.'

"We gladly retired before our historic doubts were confirmed by this
traditional scholar, about this double Gloucester. His companion, as
we thought rather aptly, but churlishly remarked, 'cheese it,' for
they were both getting grumpy, and after this duplicate, we were
fearful a fifth or a sixth might appear. But the house itself, one
among the oldest in Southwark, we considered worthy a sketch, and, as
our guide told us, ought to be '_perpetrated_.' He said he could pull
a bit, but draw he couldn't; but he did--that is, four-pence for
beer."

[3] PRICK-SONG, music pricked or noted down, full of flourish and variety.--_Halliwell._

[4] NOISE.--A set, or company of musicians. "_These terrible noyses, with threadbare cloaks_,"--_Decker's Bellman, of London_, 1608.

[5] _Pie-Poudre._ A court formerly held at a fair for the rough-and-ready treatment of pedlars and hawkers, to compel them and those with whom they dealt to fulfil their contracts. This court arose from the necessity of doing justice expeditiously, among persons resorting from distant places to a fair or market. It is said to be called the court of _pie-poudre, curia, pedis pulverizate_, from the dusty feet of the suitors, or, as Sir Edward Coke says, because justice is there done as speedily as dust can fall from the feet.

[6] _The Tune of Wotton Towns End_, is the same as "Peg a' Ramsey," mentioned by Shakespeare in Twelfth Night, and is at least as old as 1589. It is also in "Robin Good-Fellow: His Mad Pranks, And Merry Jests, Full of Honest Mirth, &c., 1628."