The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1892-08-20
RELICS OF DICKENS.
MANY QUAINT BUILDINGS MADE FA-
NOUS BY THE NOVELIST.

MANY QUAINT BUILDINGS MADE FA-
NOUS BY THE NOVELIST.
localities Peopied by the Genius Of tho
Master Hand. with Characters That
Appeal to All, Are Fast disappearing
from Old London-Blea House.
Ere long another Of the fast vanishing
localities, peopled by the genius Of the
master novelist with characters more
real to us in some respects than their
present inhabitants, win be nonexstent.
Entering Lincoln's-inn-helds from Great
Queen street, turn to the right, pause at
90, and picture Mr.. Tull1inghorn emerg-
ing one evening from chambers where
lawyers lie like maggots in nuts" I'm
agine him walking through the inn,
passing beneath its ancient Tudor gate
way, and visiting Mr. Snagsby, the law
stationer In Cooks court Cursitor street,
with a view Of ascertaining where Memo,
the mysterious law writer lives.
A little TO the south Of Old Buildings,
on the west side of Chancery lane, are
Bishops court and Chichester Rents,
the latter approached through tun-
neled passage alongside the Three Tuns
public house. To the Rents came the
1.-TWO gentlemen, not very neat about
the cuffs and buttons, who instituted
perquisitions through the court, dived
into the Soils parlor and wrote with
ravenous little pens ON tissue paper
"those sensational reports Of the inquest
which had just been held at that well
known and popular house of entertain
ment, the Old Soils Arms"
Soils Is the present Old Ship Tavern.
Il stands at the head of the court, fac
ing it on one side and the wall of Lincoln
Inn ON the other II is certainly ancient
enough, and on the first floor can still
be seen the identical long, low room
where the coroner presided, and where
little Swills, the comic vocalist, pre-
sented to the harmonic meeting his ad-
mireble impersonation of that important
official.
So far identification is plain sailing.
But where was the famous rag and bot
tie shop, whose gin soaked proprietor
died from spontaneous combustiong Mr.
Rimmer, in "About London with Dick
ems" is silent on the subject. The writer
Of Dickens London" thinks it must
have stood in Bishops court hard by
for no other reason apparently than the
fact of its being ian old, narrow, dreary,
decaying and mournful passage, just
the place in which such people as the
poor law writer and crazy Miss Elite
would have made home"
But careful study of every allusion
made by Dickens to the locality will,
think, show that Mr.. Pemberton is
probably mistaken Krook's shop is
spoken of as "lying and being in the
shadow Of the wall" blinded by
the wall" No house in Bishops
court exactly answers to this descrip-
tion.- On the contrary, the only
likely one at the corner next to Old
Soils faces an open passageway which
leads to New square. Krook's must
therefore be sought for at Nos. and
9 in the Rents NOW occupied by a
law STATIONERY, opposite the Old Ship,
fronting the court on one side and on
the other within a couple of yards off
and entirely blinded by the wall" so
often referred to in the narrative.
Miss Elite, meeting Esther Summer
son and the wardsi in chancery one morn
ing in Old square, invited them to come
and see her lodgings. So close by did
she live that, Slipping out at little
side gate" she stopped most unexpect-
edly in narrow back street" (Star yard,
leading to Carey street,, "part of some
courts and lanes Immediately outside
the wall of the inn" and she was at
home. She lodged in garret at the
top Of Krook's shop, described as ''blind-
ed by the wall of Lincoln's Inn, which
intercepted the light within couple of
yards" She lived in a pretty large
room, from which she had glimpse of
the roof of Lincoln's Inn hall; the new
one, be it remembered, for the old hall
Is entirely shut out from view by the tall
houses in old buildings.
It is during the visit that the poor
little creature draws aside the curtain
Of the long, low garret window and calls
attention to a number of bird cages
hanging there, whose occupants Lady
Jane, the cat, is forever striving to de-
your, crouching ION the parapet outside
for hours and hours" This is conclusive
testimony for no other house in either
court-save the Old Ship-possesses an
attic with an outside parapet. The win
dows are mostly dormers, or flush with
the wall, while from no other garret
window-exoept Sol's-can a glimpse of
the old hall roof he had. This can
readily be tested by standing close to
ms hall and looking through the trees
toward Chichester Rents, where the
slated top story and long, low garret
window of the rag and bottle shop may
be identified.
In a miserable back room ON the sec
ond floor of this dismal abode Captain
Hswdon, alias Memo, was found dead
by Mr.. Tulkinghorn and Krook-dying
by his own hands from an overdose of
opium. "To hemmed in churchyard,
psstiferous and obscene, they take our
dear brother here departed and lower
him down foot or two" On the steps
leading TO this charnelhouse Dame
Durden finds her mother, with one
arm creeping around a bar of the iron
gate and seeming to embrace it," This
spot is rather hard to find, but walk up
Catherine street from the Strand, and
half way mp ON the right turn into Rus
seD court leading into Drury lane, and
midway TO the left of this passage, is the
approach to the "consecrated ground"
The little tunnel of a court is much as
1t was forty years ago. But the lamp is
gone, and the old iron gate is not the
one depicted by II. X Browne Chill
dren now play as best they can on the
asphalted surface Of the hemmed in
area, where once poor Jo saw the mortal
remains OF the stranger who had been
VERY good" to him put into the ground
VERY nigh the top. st. James Ga
Estte.
As long ago as 1866, Behm, a leading
German authority, estimated the popu-
laton Of the earth at about 400 600 600
Mothers Ways.
Mrs. Spoots docking ont of the win
doW)-Goodness! Here comes that hor-
I'D Mrs, Waggles and all her children.
What shall do?
Aunt Totsie-l knowl Johnny, as soon
as they get seated you say you don't feel
well, do you hear?
Johnny two minutes later)-I feel aw-
ful sick.
Aunt Totsie-Oh, let me see your
throat. Mercy on usl l hope You aren't
going 70 have diphtheria.
Mr. NNunnlae 1 hon, ...ef a..