Not that I intended to take boat at Wapping Old Stairs, or that I was going to look at the locality, because I believe (for I don’t) in the constancy of the young woman who told her sea-going lover, to such a beautiful old tune10, that she had ever continued the same, since she gave him the ‘baccer-box marked with his name; I am afraid he usually got the worst of those transactions, and was frightfully taken in. No, I was going to Wapping, because an Eastern police magistrate11 had said, through the morning papers, that there was no classification at the Wapping workhouse for women, and that it was a disgrace and a shame, and divers12 other hard names, and because I wished to see how the fact really stood. For, that Eastern police magistrates13 are not always the wisest men of the East, may be inferred from their course of procedure respecting the fancy-dressing and pantomime-posturing at St. George’s in that quarter: which is usually, to discuss the matter at issue, in a state of mind betokening14 the weakest perplexity, with all parties concerned and unconcerned, and, for a final expedient15, to consult the complainant as to what he thinks ought to be done with the defendant16, and take the defendant’s opinion as to what he would recommend to be done with himself.
Long before I reached Wapping, I gave myself up as having lost my way, and, abandoning myself to the narrow streets in a Turkish frame of mind, relied on predestination to bring me somehow or other to the place I wanted if I were ever to get there. When I had ceased for an hour or so to take any trouble about the matter, I found myself on a swing-bridge looking down at some dark locks in some dirty water. Over against me, stood a creature remotely in the likeness17 of a young man, with a puffed18 sallow face, and a figure all dirty and shiny and slimy, who may have been the youngest son of his filthy19 old father, Thames, or the drowned man about whom there was a placard on the granite20 post like a large thimble, that stood between us.
I asked this apparition21 what it called the place? Unto which, it replied, with a ghastly grin and a sound like gurgling water in its throat:
‘Mr. Baker22’s trap.’
As it is a point of great sensitiveness with me on such occasions to be equal to the intellectual pressure of the conversation, I deeply considered the meaning of this speech, while I eyed the apparition — then engaged in hugging and sucking a horizontal iron bar at the top of the locks. Inspiration suggested to me that Mr. Baker was the acting23 coroner of that neighbourhood.
‘A common place for suicide,’ said I, looking down at the locks.
‘Sue?’ returned the ghost, with a stare. ‘Yes! And Poll. Likewise Emily. And Nancy. And Jane;’ he sucked the iron between each name; ‘and all the bileing. Ketches off their bonnets24 or shorls, takes a run, and headers down here, they doos. Always a headerin’ down here, they is. Like one o’clock.’
‘And at about that hour of the morning, I suppose?’
‘Ah!’ said the apparition. ‘THEY an’t partickler. Two ’ull do for THEM. Three. All times o’ night. On’y mind you!’ Here the apparition rested his profile on the bar, and gurgled in a sarcastic25 manner. ‘There must be somebody comin’. They don’t go a headerin’ down here, wen there an’t no Bobby nor gen’ral Cove3, fur to hear the splash.’
According to my interpretation26 of these words, I was myself a General Cove, or member of the miscellaneous public. In which modest character I remarked:
‘They are often taken out, are they, and restored?’
‘I dunno about restored,’ said the apparition, who, for some occult reason, very much objected to that word; ‘they’re carried into the werkiss and put into a ’ot bath, and brought round. But I dunno about restored,’ said the apparition; ‘blow THAT!’ — and vanished.
As it had shown a desire to become offensive, I was not sorry to find myself alone, especially as the ‘werkiss’ it had indicated with a twist of its matted head, was close at hand. So I left Mr. Baker’s terrible trap (baited with a scum that was like the soapy rinsing27 of sooty chimneys), and made bold to ring at the workhouse gate, where I was wholly unexpected and quite unknown.
A very bright and nimble little matron, with a bunch of keys in her hand, responded to my request to see the House. I began to doubt whether the police magistrate was quite right in his facts, when I noticed her quick, active little figure and her intelligent eyes.
The Traveller (the matron intimated) should see the worst first. He was welcome to see everything. Such as it was, there it all was.
This was the only preparation for our entering ‘the Foul28 wards8.’ They were in an old building squeezed away in a corner of a paved yard, quite detached from the more modern and spacious29 main body of the workhouse. They were in a building most monstrously30 behind the time — a mere31 series of garrets or lofts32, with every inconvenient34 and objectionable circumstance in their construction, and only accessible by steep and narrow staircases, infamously35 ill-adapted for the passage up-stairs of the sick or down-stairs of the dead.
A-bed in these miserable36 rooms, here on bedsteads, there (for a change, as I understood it) on the floor, were women in every stage of distress37 and disease. None but those who have attentively38 observed such scenes, can conceive the extraordinary variety of expression still latent under the general monotony and uniformity of colour, attitude, and condition. The form a little coiled up and turned away, as though it had turned its back on this world for ever; the uninterested face at once lead-coloured and yellow, looking passively upward from the pillow; the haggard mouth a little dropped, the hand outside the coverlet, so dull and indifferent, so light, and yet so heavy; these were on every pallet; but when I stopped beside a bed, and said ever so slight a word to the figure lying there, the ghost of the old character came into the face, and made the Foul ward9 as various as the fair world. No one appeared to care to live, but no one complained; all who could speak, said that as much was done for them as could be done there, that the attendance was kind and patient, that their suffering was very heavy, but they had nothing to ask for. The wretched rooms were as clean and sweet as it is possible for such rooms to be; they would become a pest-house in a single week, if they were ill-kept.
I accompanied the brisk matron up another barbarous staircase, into a better kind of loft33 devoted39 to the idiotic40 and imbecile. There was at least Light in it, whereas the windows in the former wards had been like sides of school-boys’ bird-cages. There was a strong grating over the fire here, and, holding a kind of state on either side of the hearth41, separated by the breadth of this grating, were two old ladies in a condition of feeble dignity, which was surely the very last and lowest reduction of self-complacency to be found in this wonderful humanity of ours. They were evidently jealous of each other, and passed their whole time (as some people do, whose fires are not grated) in mentally disparaging42 each other, and contemptuously watching their neighbours. One of these parodies43 on provincial44 gentlewomen was extremely talkative, and expressed a strong desire to attend the service on Sundays, from which she represented herself to have derived46 the greatest interest and consolation47 when allowed that privilege. She gossiped so well, and looked altogether so cheery and harmless, that I began to think this a case for the Eastern magistrate, until I found that on the last occasion of her attending chapel5 she had secreted48 a small stick, and had caused some confusion in the responses by suddenly producing it and belabouring the congregation.
So, these two old ladies, separated by the breadth of the grating — otherwise they would fly at one another’s caps — sat all day long, suspecting one another, and contemplating49 a world of fits. For everybody else in the room had fits, except the wards-woman; an elderly, able-bodied pauperess, with a large upper lip, and an air of repressing and saving her strength, as she stood with her hands folded before her, and her eyes slowly rolling, biding51 her time for catching52 or holding somebody. This civil personage (in whom I regretted to identify a reduced member of my honourable53 friend Mrs. Gamp’s family) said, ‘They has ’em continiwal, sir. They drops without no more notice than if they was coach-horses dropped from the moon, sir. And when one drops, another drops, and sometimes there’ll be as many as four or five on ’em at once, dear me, a rolling and a tearin’, bless you! — this young woman, now, has ’em dreadful bad.’
She turned up this young woman’s face with her hand as she said it. This young woman was seated on the floor, pondering in the foreground of the afflicted54. There was nothing repellent either in her face or head. Many, apparently55 worse, varieties of epilepsy and hysteria were about her, but she was said to be the worst here. When I had spoken to her a little, she still sat with her face turned up, pondering, and a gleam of the mid-day sun shone in upon her.
— Whether this young woman, and the rest of these so sorely troubled, as they sit or lie pondering in their confused dull way, ever get mental glimpses among the motes56 in the sunlight, of healthy people and healthy things? Whether this young woman, brooding like this in the summer season, ever thinks that somewhere there are trees and flowers, even mountains and the great sea? Whether, not to go so far, this young woman ever has any dim revelation of that young woman — that young woman who is not here and never will come here; who is courted, and caressed57, and loved, and has a husband, and bears children, and lives in a home, and who never knows what it is to have this lashing58 and tearing coming upon her? And whether this young woman, God help her, gives herself up then and drops like a coach-horse from the moon?
I hardly knew whether the voices of infant children, penetrating59 into so hopeless a place, made a sound that was pleasant or painful to me. It was something to be reminded that the weary world was not all aweary, and was ever renewing itself; but, this young woman was a child not long ago, and a child not long hence might be such as she. Howbeit, the active step and eye of the vigilant60 matron conducted me past the two provincial gentlewomen (whose dignity was ruffled61 by the children), and into the adjacent nursery.
There were many babies here, and more than one handsome young mother. There were ugly young mothers also, and sullen62 young mothers, and callous63 young mothers. But, the babies had not appropriated to themselves any bad expression yet, and might have been, for anything that appeared to the contrary in their soft faces, Princes Imperial, and Princesses Royal. I had the pleasure of giving a poetical64 commission to the baker’s man to make a cake with all despatch65 and toss it into the oven for one red-headed young pauper50 and myself, and felt much the better for it. Without that refreshment66, I doubt if I should have been in a condition for ‘the Refractories67,’ towards whom my quick little matron — for whose adaptation to her office I had by this time conceived a genuine respect — drew me next, and marshalled me the way that I was going.
The Refractories were picking oakum, in a small room giving on a yard. They sat in line on a form, with their backs to a window; before them, a table, and their work. The oldest Refractory68 was, say twenty; youngest Refractory, say sixteen. I have never yet ascertained69 in the course of my uncommercial travels, why a Refractory habit should affect the tonsils and uvula; but, I have always observed that Refractories of both sexes and every grade, between a Ragged70 School and the Old Bailey, have one voice, in which the tonsils and uvula gain a diseased ascendency.
‘Five pound indeed! I hain’t a going fur to pick five pound,’ said the Chief of the Refractories, keeping time to herself with her head and chin. ‘More than enough to pick what we picks now, in sich a place as this, and on wot we gets here!’
(This was in acknowledgment of a delicate intimation that the amount of work was likely to be increased. It certainly was not heavy then, for one Refractory had already done her day’s task — it was barely two o’clock — and was sitting behind it, with a head exactly matching it.)
‘A pretty Ouse this is, matron, ain’t it?’ said Refractory Two, ‘where a pleeseman’s called in, if a gal71 says a word!’
‘And wen you’re sent to prison for nothink or less!’ said the Chief, tugging72 at her oakum as if it were the matron’s hair. ‘But any place is better than this; that’s one thing, and be thankful!’
A laugh of Refractories led by Oakum Head with folded arms — who originated nothing, but who was in command of the skirmishers outside the conversation.
‘If any place is better than this,’ said my brisk guide, in the calmest manner, ‘it is a pity you left a good place when you had one.’
‘Ho, no, I didn’t, matron,’ returned the Chief, with another pull at her oakum, and a very expressive73 look at the enemy’s forehead. ‘Don’t say that, matron, cos it’s lies!’
Oakum Head brought up the skirmishers again, skirmished, and retired74.
‘And I warn’t a going,’ exclaimed Refractory Two, ‘though I was in one place for as long as four year — I warn’t a going fur to stop in a place that warn’t fit for me — there! And where the family warn’t ‘spectable characters — there! And where I fortunately or hunfort’nately, found that the people warn’t what they pretended to make theirselves out to be — there! And where it wasn’t their faults, by chalks, if I warn’t made bad and ruinated — Hah!’
During this speech, Oakum Head had again made a diversion with the skirmishers, and had again withdrawn75.
The Uncommercial Traveller ventured to remark that he supposed Chief Refractory and Number One, to be the two young women who had been taken before the magistrate?
‘Yes!’ said the Chief, ‘we har! and the wonder is, that a pleeseman an’t ’ad in now, and we took off agen. You can’t open your lips here, without a pleeseman.’
Number Two laughed (very uvularly), and the skirmishers followed suit.
‘I’m sure I’d be thankful,’ protested the Chief, looking sideways at the Uncommercial, ‘if I could be got into a place, or got abroad. I’m sick and tired of this precious Ouse, I am, with reason.’
So would be, and so was, Number Two. So would be, and so was, Oakum Head. So would be, and so were, Skirmishers.
The Uncommercial took the liberty of hinting that he hardly thought it probable that any lady or gentleman in want of a likely young domestic of retiring manners, would be tempted76 into the engagement of either of the two leading Refractories, on her own presentation of herself as per sample.
‘It ain’t no good being nothink else here,’ said the Chief.
The Uncommercial thought it might be worth trying.
‘Oh no it ain’t,’ said the Chief.
‘Not a bit of good,’ said Number Two.
‘And I’m sure I’d be very thankful to be got into a place, or got abroad,’ said the Chief.
‘And so should I,’ said Number Two. ‘Truly thankful, I should.’
Oakum Head then rose, and announced as an entirely77 new idea, the mention of which profound novelty might be naturally expected to startle her unprepared hearers, that she would be very thankful to be got into a place, or got abroad. And, as if she had then said, ‘Chorus, ladies!’ all the Skirmishers struck up to the same purpose. We left them, thereupon, and began a long walk among the women who were simply old and infirm; but whenever, in the course of this same walk, I looked out of any high window that commanded the yard, I saw Oakum Head and all the other Refractories looking out at their low window for me, and never failing to catch me, the moment I showed my head.
In ten minutes I had ceased to believe in such fables78 of a golden time as youth, the prime of life, or a hale old age. In ten minutes, all the lights of womankind seemed to have been blown out, and nothing in that way to be left this vault79 to brag80 of, but the flickering81 and expiring snuffs.
And what was very curious, was, that these dim old women had one company notion which was the fashion of the place. Every old woman who became aware of a visitor and was not in bed hobbled over a form into her accustomed seat, and became one of a line of dim old women confronting another line of dim old women across a narrow table. There was no obligation whatever upon them to range themselves in this way; it was their manner of ‘receiving.’ As a rule, they made no attempt to talk to one another, or to look at the visitor, or to look at anything, but sat silently working their mouths, like a sort of poor old Cows. In some of these wards, it was good to see a few green plants; in others, an isolated82 Refractory acting as nurse, who did well enough in that capacity, when separated from her compeers; every one of these wards, day room, night room, or both combined, was scrupulously83 clean and fresh. I have seen as many such places as most travellers in my line, and I never saw one such, better kept.
Among the bedridden there was great patience, great reliance on the books under the pillow, great faith in GOD. All cared for sympathy, but none much cared to be encouraged with hope of recovery; on the whole, I should say, it was considered rather a distinction to have a complication of disorders84, and to be in a worse way than the rest. From some of the windows, the river could be seen with all its life and movement; the day was bright, but I came upon no one who was looking out.
In one large ward, sitting by the fire in arm-chairs of distinction, like the President and Vice45 of the good company, were two old women, upwards85 of ninety years of age. The younger of the two, just turned ninety, was deaf, but not very, and could easily be made to hear. In her early time she had nursed a child, who was now another old woman, more infirm than herself, inhabiting the very same chamber86. She perfectly87 understood this when the matron told it, and, with sundry88 nods and motions of her forefinger89, pointed90 out the woman in question. The elder of this pair, ninety-three, seated before an illustrated91 newspaper (but not reading it), was a bright-eyed old soul, really not deaf, wonderfully preserved, and amazingly conversational92. She had not long lost her husband, and had been in that place little more than a year. At Boston, in the State of Massachusetts, this poor creature would have been individually addressed, would have been tended in her own room, and would have had her life gently assimilated to a comfortable life out of doors. Would that be much to do in England for a woman who has kept herself out of a workhouse more than ninety rough long years? When Britain first, at Heaven’s command, arose, with a great deal of allegorical confusion, from out the azure93 main, did her guardian94 angels positively95 forbid it in the Charter which has been so much besung?
The object of my journey was accomplished96 when the nimble matron had no more to show me. As I shook hands with her at the gate, I told her that I thought justice had not used her very well, and that the wise men of the East were not infallible.
Now, I reasoned with myself, as I made my journey home again, concerning those Foul wards. They ought not to exist; no person of common decency97 and humanity can see them and doubt it. But what is this union to do? The necessary alteration98 would cost several thousands of pounds; it has already to support three workhouses; its inhabitants work hard for their bare lives, and are already rated for the relief of the Poor to the utmost extent of reasonable endurance. One poor parish in this very union is rated to the amount of FIVE AND SIXPENCE in the pound, at the very same time when the rich parish of Saint George’s, Hanover-square, is rated at about SEVENPENCE in the pound, Paddington at about FOURPENCE, Saint James’s, Westminster, at about TENPENCE! It is only through the equalisation of Poor Rates that what is left undone99 in this wise, can be done. Much more is left undone, or is ill-done, than I have space to suggest in these notes of a single uncommercial journey; but, the wise men of the East, before they can reasonably hold forth100 about it, must look to the North and South and West; let them also, any morning before taking the seat of Solomon, look into the shops and dwellings101 all around the Temple, and first ask themselves ‘how much more can these poor people — many of whom keep themselves with difficulty enough out of the workhouse — bear?’
I had yet other matter for reflection as I journeyed home, inasmuch as, before I altogether departed from the neighbourhood of Mr. Baker’s trap, I had knocked at the gate of the workhouse of St. George’s-in-the-East, and had found it to be an establishment highly creditable to those parts, and thoroughly102 well administered by a most intelligent master. I remarked in it, an instance of the collateral103 harm that obstinate104 vanity and folly105 can do. ‘This was the Hall where those old paupers106, male and female, whom I had just seen, met for the Church service, was it?’ — ‘Yes.’ — ‘Did they sing the Psalms107 to any instrument?’ — ‘They would like to, very much; they would have an extraordinary interest in doing so.’ — ‘And could none be got?’ — ‘Well, a piano could even have been got for nothing, but these unfortunate dissensions — ‘ Ah! better, far better, my Christian108 friend in the beautiful garment, to have let the singing boys alone, and left the multitude to sing for themselves! You should know better than I, but I think I have read that they did so, once upon a time, and that ‘when they had sung an hymn,’ Some one (not in a beautiful garment) went up into the Mount of Olives.
It made my heart ache to think of this miserable trifling109, in the streets of a city where every stone seemed to call to me, as I walked along, ‘Turn this way, man, and see what waits to be done!’ So I decoyed myself into another train of thought to ease my heart. But, I don’t know that I did it, for I was so full of paupers, that it was, after all, only a change to a single pauper, who took possession of my remembrance instead of a thousand.
‘I beg your pardon, sir,’ he had said, in a confidential110 manner, on another occasion, taking me aside; ‘but I have seen better days.’
‘I am very sorry to hear it.’
‘Sir, I have a complaint to make against the master.’
‘I have no power here, I assure you. And if I had — ’
‘But, allow me, sir, to mention it, as between yourself and a man who has seen better days, sir. The master and myself are both masons, sir, and I make him the sign continually; but, because I am in this unfortunate position, sir, he won’t give me the counter-sign!’
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