The Curse Upon Mitre Square — page 77: what you’re looking at

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69 CHAPTER IT. ALDGATE AT NIGHT. A SATURDAY evening in the East-end of London! Who that has seen this sight can ever forget it ? Crowds upon crowds of dissolute men and women jog and jostle each other upon the pavements, and the roads are nearly impassable from the costers’ carts, containing every conceivable article of diet, apparel, ’ and mechanical contrivance. ‘lhe men shout out the rare value of their goods in exultant tones, as if to defy comparison with their rivals further on. How depressing is the scene! But what is that singing we hear? ‘l'wo big young girls with dis- hevelled hair, arm in arm, brush past us—excited by drink, screaming from lungs of iron the song last heard at the ‘‘ Cambridge’’ hard by. As we walk on we pass a church with two huge lamps, vieing with the public-house lights in im- portance and attractiveness—and these reveal a picture by one of our greatest allegorical painters. See that dear young child awe-inspired, wonderingly staring at the mosaic which he cannot understand, but vaguely feels is telling of a life widely different from that of his own debased surroundings. But as the commemoration of the Resurrection EONMIE OVO KS (E() m