The Mysteries of the Court of London, Vol. 7 — page 90: what you’re looking at

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Sea gr ee ne Eee rat ieee: Ee EES eS Ce SE Aare eet eg ee ee ee eee a se a a ea etl i pe ad THR MYSTERIES OF THR COURT. a inesiminnmniemenmelied a ® Excellent f excluimed Mr. Samuel Emanuel, dhackling with a codtee lnogh. “The pate, you ess, my dekr, Was critked; dhd thereforo we should be dbliged to have a tiew ont—so that we really lose nothing by getting it smashod com- pletely for tis.” «Gh! T dndbbatand, you cunnlbg rogue!” erled Mra. Emanhol, in a great rough voice, as if it ware a grodadter speaking. “ But what will follow P—— though I cati pretty well guess,” « Please, ma’an,”,said Mr. Solomons, “1 have arrangéd it all. The womuti apreas to bredk the patie; and of coutee she is eqially agtéeatile to be wiven intd custody. She will go before the Lord Mayor, ahd whine out a pitcous fale about distress having vottpelled her to do it, that she might get drotself seit fo prison, as she has euch 4 droadtul horror of the workhouse.” “ And then, you know, my dear,” resumed Mr. Eniantiel, taking up tho thread of the explanations, “aa I dhall have to attend at the Mansion House ti charge the woman, I shall of course appear to be vory much affected at her tale: I shall expreds iny rogret that I guvo her in chargb—and FT shall beg his lordship to lot ber off with a reprimand. The Lord Mayor of course will look grave and pompous, and will deliver himself of tho usual tirade—tu the effect that peraons can’t be allowed to go smashing the windows of highly respectable tradesinen in the City of London; and he will send hos to prison for seven days. So then I shall beg leave to hand to bis lordship a couple of guineds for the pvuor woman's use when she comes out of gaol; and I shall tell ber that if she ean do needle- work she is to call upon me, when I] wall give hor plenty of employment at good wages.” “To bo sure, sir!—that 1a the way to do it,” said the obecqulous Mr. Solumons. “ But, beg pardon, sir—it you coxld possibly manage to squeeze out a tear ‘i “1ll shed a dozen,” exclaimed Mr. Iwmanuel. * And then, don’t you see, my dear,” he continued, again addressing Ins wife, “we shall lave such a long report in all to morrow’s papers—and dy nicely drawn up! Mr. Samuel Emanuel, thio celo- brated clothier— pane of plate glass smeahed—value thirty pounds—Mr. Emanuel deeply affeeted— behaved most handsomely —two guineas, and pro- mise of work—buz of applause in the court, which the usher did not attempt to reprets~ Lord Mayor himself much affected—not an unmoistened eye in the Whole piace. There, my dear! what dv you think of that? Famous advertisement—and, cukte us nothing but the two guineas to the woman, and the Sve shillings I ordered Solomons to five as eartiest-money when he made the arrange- ment.” “fT tovk cre to give it to her, sir,” obsorved that confidential personage: “and I have no doubt the poor affiicted creature,” he added with a low ironical chuckle, “pot amazingly drunk last night. But I have done more than this, sir: your orders about the boy who is to be run over by your advertising-van, are hkewite carricd out.” * Excellent !”’ in cried the barsh voice Uf Mr. Ematuel. “Tell us all about it, Mr. Suid. thorié,” ° “Well, wt, I madd dh abrangement with the boys father, arid agreed ott the price fur whith his ley is to be brokkn,—@ guinea dow on the > Winter | pe me Pte | 4st yee Ree, Genie tas 869 ne NEE mtainten areca Seip PCN oN niil—five guineas after it ip dond.— ted the debtor's bill fo be pad. Ho's a nice | fourteen—very sharp—and scon underetd the advantage of being run over, cir, by yout. es weit advertising-van.” “OF course,” exclaimed Mr. Emanuel: Hit the great advantage, though, will be reaped liy ’ I think. Another good pull, my deur, fot Emporium —and better than al! the tdvertleanndinte in the world. Let me seo? Shocking acoldandas poor boy run over by one of the nurdsorks advertising.vané of Mr. Sarmnuol Emanuel, the eminent olothier-Mr Ermatucl bihaved fn the handeomest manher— relieved ithe poor father’s fuolings to the utmoat of his power ~ahd has un- dertaken to provide for the boy for the rest of hla life—noble trait, that, in the charadter of Mr. Bamuol Eniunuel, the great clothler, outfitter for the colonies, army and navy tailor, Bo. &e.” “Yes, air—those dro the best ways of heaping poet: proporly befory the public,” sald Mr. olomons, “But what lotter is it that you hate got tn your hand there,” inquired tho clothier’d wile, “and which you were redding juat how fF” “Oh, it’s nothing, rna'aus ?” replfod Sclonora, “Only a lopg rigmarolo from that Mary Wnght, you know——” “Ah! the girl who worked ¢o well, but who was ina consuinption P” interjected Mrs. Emanuel. “ And pray what doéd she want ?” “It's the old tale, mo’atw,” answerdd Solomons, “She declares she bas worked hers !f to death in your aervice—she js now on her deatl-bed, with- out the necessaries of Iife—and begs and smplores that you will —— I think sho on ys, Jor the love of Godsend her o few shillings. Khe gives bér adrtroas and courts inquiry into hor vase~——BHere itis! No. —, Rederusy Street,” . “Ah! camtal tale, no doubt,” oxiladtocd Mr. Tmanuel, with fippant coarseaess “bat not o single penny will she get from us. Take no notice of the Jetter, Solomona.” “That 1 just the course, sir, I intended to adopt Ah! by the bye, sir, L bad neatly Jor- gotien to mention that sevoral of the alop-wuekers threut«: to strike iur an advanoe of wuges.. The women say they can't go on making shitta at throe-hally anev a picee, finding their own needles atl (ireact,”’ “What impuderice !" vyociforated Mr Emanuel; “let them striko and he hapged' Tbhoae@dte plenty of others fo take their place. Thank fad, {here are thrusunds and (housauda of puct devils of that class éyyr ready to come forward and fill up gaps. Ak! it’s a llessed country to Hae in, whero the Jaws keep the lebout-markets Aovded with these paupensed wretebes who are glad to work fur any pittance. eo a bit! no tee im wages! Let them wtick*t thétr tiikoo-halfpende a alurt or go.alout their business, Ab! wheu £ think ef it--Sulomons, writs ont a cheque fur Malach: Lewis, for those six cases of champagne that came in yesterday.§ *° . # Yes, sir, There %& one thing more that T have to mention. It’s about Sarah Joncs ne “What! that pésieting widow-womap,” iibés ject.@ Mrs, Erhawapl, who always wll ebutit ta the place with her thitee clilfren, Pécuuse: ite she has nv ote if] whose charge she van lente f é # 4 (C SS