The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 61: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON, 59 Mf which sensible people weuld have been ashamed 1 iO utter. || Whatever may have been the foundation of these i yarious conjectures, it is certain, that on the day succeeding the ball in Trevor Place, these pre- ajo sailors paid a visit to the house of Hdward & Co. They were seen about eleven o'clock in ) morning, entering in small companies the Ideas of the small building that opens upon the dark alley. The footman in red livery recognised and admitted them; there were thirty-six of | them ; and when the Gat had entered, the footman locked the door within, and left the rooms. The thirty-six sailors were robust and determined- looking fellows. Some showed on their faces the ‘certain marks of dissolute habits; others bore the honourable wounds of fisticuff enosuntens’: ; and, the whole, were that class of persons one be we ou Id not be eed to encounter on a deserted Me y had ,the appearance of fearless eut- and d wi ith. the exception of costume, must ne 2 close resemblance to the followers of. nH a ood a One or two lads, scarcely emerged ied chi od, - were seen among the matured Seaarugoos™ “Most of this company have already passed before the reaGer’s eye, and he must have Tecognised in this assemblage 2 good number of the nocturnal navigators.of the Thames. There was the stout Tom Turnbull, who, by the light of day, lost none of the marks of a desperate rogue ; ‘Big Charlie, who on that night rowed the boat eommanded by the brave Capt. Paddy O’Chrane; Patrick Sawnie, the barker; Snail, who imitated $0 | well the mewing of a cat, and on others a comichooks:com