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Text for Page 027 [02-16-1855]

till you might think all London was present.  Cabs also were pre-
sent, wherein moustache�d swells with ladies, enjoyed the spectacle. In
the rear streets adjacent to the fire, there was a tumultuous assemblage,
low Londoners, harlots plying their vocation, firemen incrusted with ice,
and uproar.   Braidwood�s nephew had lost his life, a stack of burning
timber falling upon him.     I spent two hours at the fire, and then
through the biting cold homewards.
  17. Saturday.  Out in the afternoon; called on Annoots, then
to deliver Miss Emma Brown�s letter to her sister in law.   Charley�s
elder brother lives in New Bond Street; his wife having a shop,
wherein ladies coiffeurs are displayed.   Within I presented the letters,
and Mrs Brown retiring, left me sitting on a stool in the shop, where
behind a large mirror were two very pretty and tastily dressed young
ladies.     Returning Mrs B took my address, and so our interview
ended.     Whitelaw not at home.   Tea and the �Newcomes� at coffee-
house, call at Jack Boutcher�s, then to Harry Price�s, where
I stayed till midnight.
  18.  Sunday.  Within doors.
  19.  Monday.   During the afternoon accompanied my mother to
Manchester Street, there to visit her uncle Fielder, my dead grand-
mother�s brother.   There is an aspect of faded gentility about the street
and neighbourhood appropriate to the house.   By a pretty and smartly
dressed housemaid we were handed over to the care of a plump footman;
thence shown to an upper room, where were Mr Fielder, his wife, and
daughter sate; he fronting a bad fire, in an arm chair capable of being
propelled at pleasure.    One part of the old man�s side is paralysed,
and he is otherwise infirm, and now eighty-one years old.  His wife, a               
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