It seems as if the inhabitants of the town must all of them be forced, and that at no distant date, either into religion or pauperism, just as small bodies floating in a pond are sucked into connection with one or other of the logs which lie among them.

The shops in the one tortuous street block the footpaths in front of their doors with piles of empty packing-cases.

The passenger is saluted, here by a buffet in the face from a waterproof coat suspended outside a draper's, there by a hot breath of whisky-laden air.

Two shops out of every three are public-houses.

These occupy a very beautiful position in the economic life of the town.