The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 118: what you’re looking at

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116 MYSTERIES wise denominated the nobodies, the middling classes of the city. The only persons to be seen under the perystile, were honest tradespeople and their better haives, The reader might there have recognized, and with a satisfaction which we duly appreciate, Mrs. Grubb, Mrs. Black, Mrs. Brown, and also Mrs. Bloomberry; perhaps Mrs. Dodd and Mrs. Bull were there too, but lost amid the throng. Itis quite certain that Mrs. Foote and Mrs Crossczirn were looking for them without being able to find them, Moreover, these eight respectable persons must bave long remembered the performance of the German singers, for their eight snuff-boxes passed into the hands of some adventurous pick pockets, who took care not to warn them of their ioss. Snail, for his share, got hold of two of them, and made use of them to cement the friendship which existed between him and the pretty Macga. In the thickest of the crowd, there is a head which rises at least four inches above every sur- rounding one ;—the face is long and meagre ; it has a pensive cast, is sustained bya stiff high stock, and supported by shoulders covered with 2 new biue coat. That head belongs to our wor- thy friend, Captain Paddy O’Chrane. The captain, this evening, enjoys his leisura. He has just taken afew glasses of cold wrthout, prepared in a fitting manner by the fair hands of the successor of Susanah, at the ‘* King’s Arms,” He has put on his beautifal new blue coat with black buttons, and his yellowest buckskin unmen- tionables; he is playing the gallant, and pose Mrs. Dorothy Burnett, herself. We cannot ode - | #6 comiebooks. com 1S eae ead “*)& De