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THE MYSTERIES OF LONDON (Volume I)
THE MYSTERIES OF LONDON (Volume I)
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This ebook edition has been proofed and corrected for errors and compiled to read with pleasure!
Lots of reading (136 Chapters) and generously illustrated!
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AN EXCERPT FROM:
CHAPTER CVII. - A DISCOVERY.
AT two o'clock precisely the funeral entered the cemetery.
Four villanous-looking fellows supported a common coffin, over which was thrown a scanty pall, full of holes, and so ragged at the edges that it seemed as if it were embellished with a fringe.
Mr. Banks, with a countenance expressing only a moderate degree of grief, attended as a mourner, accompanied by the surgeon and the Buffer. The truth is that Mr. Banks had a graduated scale of funeral expressions of countenance. When he was uncommonly well paid, his physiognomy denoted a grief more poignant than that of even the nearest relatives of the deceased: when he was indifferently paid, as he considered himself to be in. the present case, he could not afford tears, although he was not so economical as to dispense with a white pocket-handkerchief.
In front of the procession walked the Resurrection Man, clad in a surplice of dingy hue, and holding an enormous prayer-book in his hand. This miscreant performed one of the most holy - one of the most sacred of religious rites!
Start not, gentle reader! This is no exaggeration - no extravagance on our part. In all the poor districts in London, the undertakers have their own men to solemnise the burial rites of those who die in poverty, or who have no friends to superintend their passage to the grave.
The Resurrection Man,- a villain stained with every crime - a murderer of the blackest dye - a wretch whose chief pursuit was the violation of the tomb, - the Resurrection Man read the funeral service over the unknown who was now consigned to the grave.
The ceremony ended; and Jones hastened to throw the earth back again into the grave.
The surgeon exchanged a few words with the Resurrection Man, and then departed towards his home.
Mr. Banks and the Buffer accompanied the Resurrection Man to his own abode, where they found a copious repast ready to be served up to them by the Rattlesnake. The Buffer's wife was also there; and the party sat down with a determination to enjoy themselves.
To accomplish this most desirable aim there were ample means. A huge round of beef smoked upon the board, flanked with sundry pots of porter; and on a side-table stood divers bottles of "Booth's best."
"Well," said Mr. Banks, "the worst part now is over. We have got the body under ground —"
"And we must soon get it up again," added the Resurrection Man drily. "You are sure the old woman put the money in the coffin?"....
Lots of reading (136 Chapters) and generously illustrated!
*****
AN EXCERPT FROM:
CHAPTER CVII. - A DISCOVERY.
AT two o'clock precisely the funeral entered the cemetery.
Four villanous-looking fellows supported a common coffin, over which was thrown a scanty pall, full of holes, and so ragged at the edges that it seemed as if it were embellished with a fringe.
Mr. Banks, with a countenance expressing only a moderate degree of grief, attended as a mourner, accompanied by the surgeon and the Buffer. The truth is that Mr. Banks had a graduated scale of funeral expressions of countenance. When he was uncommonly well paid, his physiognomy denoted a grief more poignant than that of even the nearest relatives of the deceased: when he was indifferently paid, as he considered himself to be in. the present case, he could not afford tears, although he was not so economical as to dispense with a white pocket-handkerchief.
In front of the procession walked the Resurrection Man, clad in a surplice of dingy hue, and holding an enormous prayer-book in his hand. This miscreant performed one of the most holy - one of the most sacred of religious rites!
Start not, gentle reader! This is no exaggeration - no extravagance on our part. In all the poor districts in London, the undertakers have their own men to solemnise the burial rites of those who die in poverty, or who have no friends to superintend their passage to the grave.
The Resurrection Man,- a villain stained with every crime - a murderer of the blackest dye - a wretch whose chief pursuit was the violation of the tomb, - the Resurrection Man read the funeral service over the unknown who was now consigned to the grave.
The ceremony ended; and Jones hastened to throw the earth back again into the grave.
The surgeon exchanged a few words with the Resurrection Man, and then departed towards his home.
Mr. Banks and the Buffer accompanied the Resurrection Man to his own abode, where they found a copious repast ready to be served up to them by the Rattlesnake. The Buffer's wife was also there; and the party sat down with a determination to enjoy themselves.
To accomplish this most desirable aim there were ample means. A huge round of beef smoked upon the board, flanked with sundry pots of porter; and on a side-table stood divers bottles of "Booth's best."
"Well," said Mr. Banks, "the worst part now is over. We have got the body under ground —"
"And we must soon get it up again," added the Resurrection Man drily. "You are sure the old woman put the money in the coffin?"....
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