  people fixing a chair TWENTY-SIX ILLUSTRATIONS BY E. G. DALZIEL Saw from the ladder's elevation, as he looked down by chance towards the shore, some dark, troubled object close in with the land—The Shipwreck A cheap theatre, Sunday night—Two Views of a Cheap Theatre Stood a creature remotely in the likeness of a young man, with puffed, sallow face, and a figure all dirty and shiny and slimy, who may have been the youngest son of his filthy old father, Thames—Wapping Workhouse Mr. Grazinglands looked into a pastrycook's window, hesitating as to the expediency of lunching at that establishment—Refreshments for Travellers "Bags to hold your money," says the witch, shaking her head and setting her teeth; "you as has got it"—Poor Mercantile Jack The tall glazed head-dress of his warrior Straudenheim instantly knocked off—Travelling Abroad He was taken into custody by the police—Shy Neighbourhoods "Drop of something to drink," interposed the stranger. "I am agreeable"—Chambers "'Then you're a tramp,' he ses. 'I'd rather be that than a beadle,' I ses"—Tramps "Am I red to-night?" "You are," he uncompromisingly answered—Night Walks "A lemon has pips, and a yard has ships, and I'll have chips!"—Nurses' Stories The wind blows stiffly from the nor'-east ... and the shapeless passengers lie about in melancholy bundles—The Calais Night Mail Then dropped upon her knees before us, with protestations that we were right—Some Recollections of Mortality On the starboard side of the ship a grizzled man dictated a long letter to another grizzled man in an immense fur cap—Bound for the Great Salt Lake Blinking old men who are let out of the workhouse by the hour have a tendency to sit on bits of coping stone in these churchyards ... the more depressed class of beggars too bring hither broken meals, and munch—The City of the Absent Mr. J. Mellows, of the "Dolphin's Head"—An old Stage-coaching House Building h.m.s. Achilles—Chatham Dockyard At the station they had been sitting about in their threadbare homespun garments ... sad enough at heart, most of them—In the French-Flemish Country It was agreed that Mr. Battens "ought to take it up," and Mr. Battens was communicated with on the subject—Titbull's Almshouses At the upper end of this dungeon ... the Englishman first beheld him, sitting on an iron bedstead, to which he was chained by a heavy chain—The Italian Prisoner Trotting about among the beds, on familiar terms with all the patients, was a comical mongrel dog called Poodles—A Small Star in the East Over the grog, mixed in a bucket, presides the boatswain's mate—Aboard Ship This engaging figure approached the fatal lamps—Mr. Barlow Look at this group at a street corner—The Ruffian And White Riding Hood was fined ten shillings—The Ruffian
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