This trade was, until of late, performed by small boys, who used to climb up chimneys, brushing away the soot as they went, until they arrived at the top, where they performed a rattle of triumph on the sides of the pot. Poor little sweep! your “occupation’s gone;” the term “climbing boy” will soon become obselete, for chimneys are now swept by machines, such as the one on the shoulders of the boy in our picture. He has been his morning’s round, and perceives a chimney on fire, which he is off to extinguish, seeming to enjoy it much, no doubt on account of the extra fee on such occasions. The boys have got out the parish engine and the beadle. It is the 1st of May, the sweeps’ grand day, when they perambulate the streets and collect donations, decked in ribbons and finery, and dance round the ivy bower, called “Jack in the Green,” to a drum and pandean pipes, which revelry seems to be forgotten in the excitement of the moment: the smoke rolls over-head; it must be in Guildford Place, opposite

THE FOUNDLING HOSPITAL.

Its name indicates its use. It is a plain brick edifice, with a chapel in the centre, founded, about the year 1722, by Captain Thomas Coram. It covers a large space, and is enclosed within a wall: here the children play. There are about 360, who are educated in a plain manner; and when old enough the boys are apprenticed, and girls put to service.