You will meet them on a fine day in any of the leading thoroughfares: peep through the window of a west-end cigar shop in the evening, if you can manage to get a glimpse between the blue curtains which intercept the vulgar gaze, and you see them in their only enjoyment of existence.

There they are lounging about, on round tubs and pipe boxes, in all the dignity of whiskers, and gilt watch-guards; whispering soft nothings to the young lady in amber, with the large ear-rings, who, as she sits behind the counter in a blaze of adoration and gas-light, is the admiration of all the female servants in the neighbourhood, and the envy of every milliner's apprentice within two miles round.
One of our principal amusements is to watch the gradual progress--the rise or fall--of particular shops.

We have formed an intimate acquaintance with several, in different parts of town, and are perfectly acquainted with their whole history.

We could name off-hand, twenty at least, which we are quite sure have paid no taxes for the last six years.
They are never inhabited for more than two months consecutively, and, we verily believe, have witnessed every retail trade in the directory.
There is one, whose history is a sample of the rest, in whose fate we have taken especial interest, having had the pleasure of knowing it ever since it has been a shop.

It is on the Surrey side of the water--a little distance beyond the Marsh-gate.