Sybil - Benjamin Disraeli (books to read as a couple TXT) 📗

the service. They ran to the water side and plundered the barges, and threw the huge blocks of coal upon the enormous bonfire. Men, women, and children were alike at work with the eagerness and energy of fiends. The roof of the house caught fire: the dwelling burned rapidly; you could see the flames like the tongues of wild beasts, licking the bare and vanishing walls; a single being was observed amid the fiery havoc, shrieking and desperate he clung convulsively to a huge account book, It was Master Joseph. His father had made his escape from the back of the premises and had counselled his son instantly to follow him, but Master Joseph wished to rescue the ledger as well as their lives, and the delay ruined him.

“He has got the tommy book,” cried Liza Gray.

The glare of the clear flame fell for a moment upon his countenance of agony; the mob gave an infernal cheer; then some part of the building falling in, there rose a vast cloud of smoke and rubbish, and he was seen no more.

VIII

“Life’s a tumbleabout thing of ups and downs,” said Widow Carey stirring her tea, “but I have been down this time longer than I can ever remember.”

“Nor ever will get up, Widow,” said Julia at whose lodgings herself and several of Julia’s friends had met, “unless we have the Five Points.”

“I will never marry any man who is not for the Five Points,” said Caroline.

“I should be ashamed to marry anyone who had not the suffrage,” said Harriet.

“He is no better than a slave,” said Julia.

The widow shook her head. “I don’t like these politics,” said the good woman, “they bayn’t in a manner business for our sex.”

“And I should like to know why?” said Julia. “Ayn’t we as much concerned in the cause of good government as the men? And don’t we understand as much about it? I am sure the Dandy never does anything without consulting me.”

“It’s fine news for a summer day,” said Caroline, “to say we can’t understand politics with a Queen on the throne.”

“She has got her ministers to tell her what to do,” said Mrs. Carey, taking a pinch of snuff. “Poor innocent young creature, it often makes my heart ache to think how she is beset.”

“Over the left,” said Julia. “If the ministers try to come into her bedchamber, she knows how to turn them to the right about.”

“And as for that,” said Harriet, “why are we not to interfere with politics as much as the swell ladies in London?”

“Don’t you remember, too, at the last election here,” said Caroline, “how the fine ladies from the Castle came and canvassed for Colonel Rosemary?”

“Ah!” said Julia, “I must say I wish the Colonel had beat that horrid Muddlefist. If we can’t have our own man, I am all for the nobs against the middle class.”

“We’ll have our own man soon, I expect,” said Harriet. “If the people don’t work, how are the aristocracy to pay the police?”

“Only think!” said Widow Carey shaking her head. “Why, at your time of life, my dears, we never even heard of these things, much less talked of them.”

“I should think you didn’t, widow, and because why?” said Julia; “because there was no march of mind then. But we know the time of day now as well as any of them.”

“Lord, my dear,” said Mrs. Carey; “what’s the use of all that? What we want is, good wages and plenty to do; and as for the rest, I don’t grudge the Queen her throne, nor the noblemen and gentlemen their good things. Live and let live say I.”

“Why, you are a regular oligarch, widow,” said Harriet.

“Well, Miss Harriet,” replied Mrs. Carey, a little nettled; “ ’tisn’t calling your neighbours names that settles any question. I’m quite sure that Julia will agree to that, and Caroline too. And perhaps I might call you something if I chose, Miss Harriet; I’ve heard things said before this, that I should blush to say, and blush to hear too. But I won’t demean myself, no I won’t. Hollyhock, indeed! Why hollyhock?”

At this moment entered the Dandy and Devilsdust.

“Well young ladies,” said the Dandy. “A-swelling the receipt of customs by the consumption of Congo!9 That won’t do, Julia; it won’t, indeed. Ask Dusty. If you want to beat the enemy, you must knock up the revenue. How d’ye do, widow?”

“The same to you, Dandy Mick. We is deploring the evils of the times here in a neighbourly way.”

“Oh, the times will soon mend,” said the Dandy gaily. “Well, so I think,” said the widow; “for when things are at the worst, they always say⁠—”

“But you always say they cannot mend, Mick,” said Julia interrupting her.

“Why in a sense, Julia, in a certain sense, you are right; but there are two senses to everything, my girl,” and Mick began singing, and then executed a hornpipe to the gratification of Julia and her guests.

“ ’Tis genteel,” said Mick, receiving their approbation. “You remember it at the Circus?”

“I wonder when we shall have the Circus again?” said Caroline.

“Not with the present rate of wages,” said Devilsdust.

“It’s very hard,” said Caroline, “that the middle class are always dropping our wages. One really has no amusements now. How I do miss the Temple!”

“We’ll have the Temple open again before long,” said the Dandy.

“That will be sweet,” exclaimed Caroline. “I often dream of that foreign nobleman who used to sing, ‘Oh, no, we never!’ ”

“Well, I cannot make out what puts you in such spirits, Mick,” said Julia. “You told me only this morning that the thing was up, and that we should soon be slaves for life; working sixteen hours a day for no wages, and living on oatmeal porridge and potatoes, served out by the millocrats like a regular Bastile.”

“But, as Madam Carey says, when things are at the worst⁠—”

“Oh! I did say it,” said the widow, “surely, because you see, at my years, I have seen so