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One of the earlier dead, in the church-yard without, was a certain ragman, Richard Brandon, of whom the register says: "This R. Brandon is supposed to have cut off the head of Charles the First." From the parish of St. Botolph by Aldgate, on the road from Houndsditch to Whitechapel, came many of those who settled in Salem and the neighboring towns of Massachusetts.
Nayland Smith wasted no time in pursuing the plan of campaign which he had mentioned to Inspector Weymouth. Less than forty-eight hours after quitting the house of the murdered Slattin I found myself bound along Whitechapel Road upon strange enough business.
My father said that you were a distant relative, but he tried to frighten me by telling me that you lived in Whitechapel and were working in a factory. I was silly enough to believe it you would have done so yourself." "Most certainly for it is quite true. I have been living in Whitechapel since my mother died, and I worked in a factory until yesterday.
"Albert Gaffney's at the warehouse now," he announced. "I've just had a word with him. He found the taxi-cab driver an hour ago, and he got the information he wanted. And I'm afraid it's nothing!" "What is it, anyhow?" asked the chief, with a smile. "Perhaps Albert Gaffney doesn't know its value." "The man drove them, all four, to the corner of Whitechapel Church," said Appleyard.
'Good morning, Mr Richard, said Brass, on the second day of Mr Swiveller's clerkship. 'Sally found you a second-hand stool, Sir, yesterday evening, in Whitechapel. She's a rare fellow at a bargain, I can tell you, Mr Richard. You'll find that a first-rate stool, Sir, take my word for it. 'It's rather a crazy one to look at, said Dick.
Its public monument is a cyclopean prison: save for the desert around the Great Northern Goods Depot, its only open ground is a malodorous cattle-market. In comparison, Lambeth is picturesque and venerable, St. Giles's is romantic, Hoxton is clean and suggestive of domesticity, Whitechapel is full of poetry, Limehouse is sweet with sea-breathings. Hither Mrs. Ormonde drove from Victoria Station.
Our Governor he's as good a feller in hisself mind you! as you'll come across this side o' Whitechapel. Only he's just got this one pecooliarity like a bee has in his bonnet, as the sayin' is he won't give no credit, not so much as to his own wife; or his medical adwiser, if you come to that. 'Cash across invoice' that's his motter. And as for moving of him, you might just as easy move Mongblong."
Put it in Whitechapel, and you may tell what filthy lie you please. About once in a generation some "Bitter Cry" pierces through custom, and the lives of "the poor" become a subject for polite conversation and amateur solicitude.
Well I must close, cause we are going to see the American minister and get a date to meet King' Edward. We won't do a thing to Edward. Yours, Hennery. The Bad Boy Writes About the Craze for Gin in the Whitechapel District He Gives His Dad a Scare in the Tower of London. London, England. My Dear Chum: I received your letter yesterday, and it made me homesick.
I cannot conceive how people formerly could exist in such dirty holes emitting horrible odours, of which there still remain too many specimens, wherein even the physical appearance of persons one would imagine certainly must be affected, yet I have often remarked in the midst of the narrowest and most unsightly looking streets of Paris, numbers of persons with fresh colours and having a most healthy appearance; it is true that there are now open spaces in all quarters, from which a person cannot live more than about two hundred yards, the Boulevards encircling Paris, and the Seine running through it with its large wide quays, afford a free current of air all through the heart of the city, then there are such a number of spacious markets, of places, or, as we call them, squares, and of large gardens, which all afford ample breathing room; whereas in London that is not the case, in many parts, such as the city end of Holborn, Cheapside, Cornhill, Leadenhall street, Whitechapel, etc., where you must go a long way to get any thing like fresh air.
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