Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1834-09-17

cency shock you no more: Billingsgate is dead
language. That old lady that starts up, waving
a dead mackerel before your eyes, exclaiming,
Buy mackerel2 AS good fish as is Will not
beat you; she will not even scold. The hand
of reform has here done wonders. Really this
Biliingsgate is quite tidy place. But VINO can
stand a fish market
You pass the great London bridge, CHAIN
of vast stone arches, such as they throw over
the Thames. You catch glimpse OF the tnou.
sands, and tens of thousands of coal barges mat
lie backening the mud above the brldge, IKE
king crabs along the Jersey beach on Inc Deia-
ware Bay, and of the larger golfers Win 'nelr
Spanish brown sails, Charons canoes, u APP
pearance. that 90 fitting up and down among
a feet of wherries as sharp, long, and llght as
the prows of South Sea Islanders. You turn up
Fish street Hill peep up at the summit OF the
Monument, a tower of two hundred 1eet III
height. built to resemble fluted column, and 10
commemorate the great fire OF l6o6; start a.
the name East Cheap, painted on corner, ana
pass on by Lombard street, or CoInhHl, 10y
'Cbange or the Bank, till you are buried in the
torrent of life that thun ders into Cheapside
Through this mass, the densest and most con-
founding i'm the world, deafened by the roar OF
omnibuses and sharp yells Of their conductors,
captivated by the displays shops perplexed by
the crowd, squeezed, jostled and hurried along,
less by your own legs than the elbows OF your
neghbors, you give yourself up to your rate,
and pass on wandering and supplied. What is
this? this hlge, this tire mendous pile, with dome
like an Indian barrow, and lofty walls ike
bluffs on the Mississippi St Pauls!! 1t occu-
pies two acres of ground; but how soon you
are swept away from it! The crowd carries
YOU on; You are in the feet, you have passed
Blackfriars, you see the Temple Bar archlng
over the street, you passi:, you are IN the west
End, and you hope to be in quiet. NO sucn
A. Ill, o1np I'M, no
omnibusses and hackney coaches, the lumber
ing coal wagons and brewers drays, with hors-
es like elephants, the darling cab, the creeping
carriage, are here as thick as ever, the water
carts. are still turning the dust into mud the peg
ears DIV the brush on the crossings, and the
Buy- aBroom' woman in Swiss caps, and the
Buy-a Rose wenches in London filth, attack you
with increasing importantly. Stupor yieids 10
nervousness, you feel in passion, and pesto"
no more ha'panies; you would give al, IN your
rockets to be in some place OF rest. But where
will YOU seek it? You have reached Charing
Cross; but this is the vortex of the vortex; here
meet the floods OF the hustle, from the Strand,
Cockspur street, and from White chapel; east,
west and north, are all jumbled together.
You cannot cross by the King statue, (not
bit of cross is there here,) there are two ma
ny wheels rolling over the broad pavement SO
you 60 on whittier the tyrannical crowd will
have you, and that is up Whitechapel, forming
many desperate resolutions to escape by the hrst
byway that may present, and fattering yourself
with many hopes, as the grey towers OF the Alb
bey grow nearer and more distinct
Your eye is caught by the glitter OF martial
equipments across the street You are opposite
the Horse Guards, betwixt the Admiralty and
Treasury. Two shining fellows in brass helmets,
with drawn swords, sitting on splendid black
horses, as quiet and motionless as though both
were carved out Of stone, occupy TWO arcneo
gateways, between which however is the great
portal, and unsentinelled. A glance, reveals
large court yard, with an arched passage through
the edifice, behind which is seen the delicious
verdure of public square. You spring across
the street, dive among red coats, penetrate inc
unchalenged, cross the wide and
gravelled Parade, behind the guards, and giving
but a glance at the Monumental Pillar OF the
Duke of York, and the palaces that surround
it, dive into ST. James Park, to enjoy the de-
lights of the country, in the heart OF Babylon.