The Sun.
London, England, 1837-11-10 00:00:00

ADDITIONAL PARTICULARS.
CHEAPSIDE.

Cheapside presented an appearance equal in splendour
and animation to the rest of the route, and from its conti-
guity to Guildhall, the destination of the grand corlcgc,
was a much coveted position. About noon, one of the city
Marshals appeared, followed by a detachment of Horse
Guards, who commenced lining the road, and the " merry
bells of Bow" struck up a loud peal. The protracted
delay of the grand spectacle of all, and the lack of incident
in the broad street, led us as caterers for the public appe-
tite, to direct our attention to what was occuring within
the immediate locality where we bad taken up our po-
sition, and we were not long without a subject worthy
of record, if it be only to give a warning to some folks
how they presume to " show off" as " lions" on public
occasions. Seats had been retained for three Rus-
sian Noblemen, who subsequently gained a rosition
on a more eligible platform in the neighbourhood. Their
places by some means or other, were taken posses-
sion of by a fat lady, with a green velvet bag, orna-
mented with tinsel, accompanied by two other persons, and
a man and boy with greasy collars and coats, with three
buttons between the two. The latter she ordered to stand
in the street immediately under the platform in which she
sat, being the front row of one erected in a shop, the front
having been taken out. The man she called her valet, and
the boy her page. The well-dressed citizens and their wives
who occupied the other seats seemed to be pleasingly sur-
prised at first at the idea of an illustrious visitor ; but their
placidity was quickly disturbed by the lady with the green
velvet bag declaring that she had not room enough to
squeeze an infant into, and desiring them, with a command-
ing air, to move up, " I have paid for three seats," quoth
she, " and I will have them." Judging from her bulk, she
did perfectly right to pay for three seats ; but it was not
right of her to bring two other persons nearly as large
as herself. After much violent wedging, she succeeded
in screwing three patient individuals into a quarter of
the space occupied by herself aad friends. Having so
far esteblished herself, she proceeded to tell every one, in
her own peculiar way, that she was really a lady—that, in
fact, she was not like vulgar people, who could not get seats
on such occasions without paying for them ; for her own
part, she had merely shown her visiting card, and was ad-
witted instantly, for her name was known all over London.
It was not that she regarded money—she could pay
rally if she pleased, and intended to do so, but she never
took money with her to such places ; she believed she had
about twenty sovereigns in her bag, the identical green vel-
vet bag trimmed with tinsel, which she hung over the fence
before her in a careless manner. She stated also, that at
the coronation of George IV., she found herself very much
pressed by some persons, and said, " This is a bore." A gen-
tleman advised her to go into the Abbey, and she said she
had no objection ; on which she handed her visiting card,
and the Duke of Norfolk admitted her instantly. These
declarations, which were listened to with some degree of
awe, were suddenly varied by her turning to the boy,
" Bunny, hand up the bottle of sherry." Bunny opened a
basket on which he had been standing to look over the
heads of the crowd in front, and produced the wine.
" Thank God," cried the lady, " we have a bottle of sherry
and a bottle of hock to hoot," turning to her friends. The
sherry was drunk, the hock followed, and then came cham-
pagne, to wash down certain small portions of ham sand-
wiches. The loud talking of the lady with the green vel-
vet bag drew the attention of the bystanders on the pave-
ment towards her, who uttered sundry exclamations of sur-
prise and approbation at her dexterity in disposing of the
wine. " D'ye see those fellows, now," said she, " they are
Englishmen, if I were in France, I should not be treated
in this manner. Oh, the English are brutes !" An infirm
old lady, whom she had been leaning on for an hoar, ven-
tured to express a hope that she would have a little mercy.
" You've no business here," she replied in a furious tone," I
paid for three seats, and I will have them." So saying, she
flounced and pushed still more, until cries of shame were raised
by the party whom she annoyed. " Al,, you English are
such wretches," was her indignant retort. " I have tra-
velled in France, Italy, Austria, and all foreign countries,
and hate England." " You are full of outlandish airs," mut-
tered a gouty old gentleman. " Thank God, I never was more
than 20 years in England English as I am." " Pity you did
not stay away altogether," growled the gouty gentleman. She put an eye-glass up, and looked scornfully round. I
hate royalty and all its pageantry," she observed loud
enough for all to hear. " Then, why did you come to see
it ?" asked the gouty man. " America," she resumed, " is
the place to live in ; but there you get everything for no-
thing, and I have so much money that I must live in
England to spend it." This was a terrific blow to the
gouty gentleman—he was silent. The influence of the
wino began to develope itself in the lady with the green vel-
vet bag standing up, to the utter interception of the view of
every unhappy wight behind the front row ; in vain were en-
treaties, remonstrances, and even threats lavished upon
her. As the scene grew in interest she grew in .determi-
nation to prevent every one she possibly could from getting
a glimpse of the passing pageantry, making her two friends
also stand up, and without noticing the grand objects of
attraction, she put her arms akimbo and faced the company

with a threatening air ; " I was at the French revolution,"
cried she valiantly, and when the mob tried to upset my
carriage, I called out "Jc suis pour le peuple." They im-
mediately desisted, saying, " Celle late dame Anglais ;" but
you English brutes don't know how to treat a lady. "In
England," growled the gouty gentleman, you make it, " Je
suis pour moi-meme." Peremptory cries of " Sit down
down in front !" she utterly disregarded, and swore she
would stand there to the last ; and she kept her word,
to the intense mortification of those who bad paid their
guineas to be cooped up behind her. Before her de-
parture, the lady with the green velvet bag conde-
scended to take off her glove and discovered 11 rings
distributed about the fingers of a pair of hands that would
have done credit to any hard-working charwoman. The
secret was out. " I know those hands," remarked a young
spark, triumphantly ; " and if I were in another place, I
should call for a glass of gin and water." The lady with
the green velvet bag and her friends bolted quietly. She
turned out to be the landlady of a public-house in the
neighbourhood of Bond-street.
KING-STREET, GUILDHALL-YARD, hc.
A few of the City police were stationed within the open
space in front of the Guildhall, having in their care an
animal with the management of which they appeared utterly
unacquainted. This animal, a horse somewhat viciously
disposed, or we should rather say restiff and shy, occa-
sioned them a world of trouble. One of the party,
strangely enough, thought that the nuisance might be
abated by an exhibition of his own equitation on the
back of the troublesome steed. The result, as might
be expected, was, that this rash member of the city police
force was deposited forthwith on the yellow gravel with
which the carriage way had from an early hour been strewed,
but fortunately the horse neither kicked nor trampled upon
the prostrate constable. After the lapse of an hour or
two, " another adventurous tailor" was induced to mount,
when horse and rider rushed past Guildhall-buildings, and
were for a few minutes lost sight of ; a third, however, suc-
ceeded in sticking on the saddle, after a fashion seldom
witnessed except in large cities, and for a short time both
quadruped and biped disappeared, but they soon returned,
and the horse at length met with his master and became
pacified.