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- "Buy a fine Singing Bird?"
- A Sidewalk Artist
In the early part of the day the parks are occupied by very young people; the visitors become older with the day. The nurses and their charges leave, and evening finds an old lady leaning on her husband’s arm, walking slowly along their favorite path, while their carriage follows at a little distance. And as night comes on they roll back into the great city among the never-ceasing tread of feet, past the side-walk artist sitting by his pictures on the pavement, looking anxiously at the passers-by—and the park’s day is done—a curtain of darkness falls on the great stage - A view in Rosemary Lane
A view in Rosemary Lane This lane partakes of some of the characteristics of Petticoat-lane, but without its so strongly marked peculiarities. Rosemary-lane is wider and airier, the houses on each side are loftier (in several parts), and there is an approach to a gin palace, a thing unknown in Petticoat-lane: there is no room for such a structure there. - A view of Petticoat Lane
A view of Petticoat Lane Immediately connected with the trade of the central mart for old clothes are the adjoining streets of Petticoat-lane, and those of the not very distant Rosemary-lane. In these localities is a second-hand garment-seller at almost every step, but the whole stock of these traders, decent, frowsy, half-rotten, or smart and good habiliments, has first passed through the channel of the Exchange. The men who sell these goods have all bought them at the Exchange—the exceptions being insignificant—so that this street-sale is but an extension of the trade of the central mart, with the addition that the wares have been made ready for use. - All a blowin
- Antique Ballads
- Any Earthen Ware, buy a jug or a tea pot
- Between Times, Leicester Square
Between Times, Leicester Square - Buy a doll, Miss
- Buy a Fork or a Fire Shovel
- Buy a Live Goose
- Buy my fine Myrtles and Roses
- Buy my sweet Roses
- Buy the fair ballads I have in my pack
- Cabbages O Turnips
- Cat's and Dog's Meat
- Chairs to mend
- Cherries, O ripe cherries, O
- Costers and Cockneys
“Ere y’are, Lidies’ Tormentors. ‘Two’ n penny!” - Curds and Whey
- Dr Bokanky
Dr Bokanky The Street Herbalist “Now then for the Kalibonca Root, that was brought from Madras in the East Indies. It’ll cure the toothache, head-ache, giddiness in the head, dimness of sight, rheumatics in the head, and is highly recommended for the ague; never known to fail; and I’ve sold it for this six and twenty year. From one penny to sixpence the packet. The best article in England.” - Dust, O
- Ere's yer toys for girls an boys
- Fine Large Cucumbers
- Fine Oysters
- Fine Strawberries
- Fine Writeing Ink
- Flower Girl
Flower Girl - Flowers, penny a bunch
- Fresh and sweet
- Fresh Cabbidge
- Fresh Oysters, penny a lot
- Great News
- Hot Spice Gingerbread
- I love a ballad in print
- Knives and Scissors to Grind
- Knives to Grind
- Large silver eels
- Letters for post
- Long Song Seller
Long Song Seller “Long songs” first appeared between nine and ten years ago. The long-song sellers did not depend upon patter—though some of them pattered a little—to attract customers, but on the veritable cheapness and novel form in which they vended popular songs, printed on paper rather wider than this page, “three songs abreast,” and the paper was about a yard long, which constituted the “three” yards of song. Sometimes three slips were pasted together. The vendors paraded the streets with their “three yards of new and popular songs” for a penny. - Milk below, Maids
- New Laid Eggs
- O' clo
- Old Cloths
- Ow-oo
- Past one c'clock, an' a fine morning
- Pots and Kettles to mend
- Ripe Cherries
- Sand 'O
- Six bunches a penny, sweet bloomin Lavender
- Sixpence a pound, Fair Cherryes
- Soho Market
Soho Market - Songs, penny a sheet
- Stinking Fish
- Street Seller of Birds Nests
Street Seller of Birds Nests “I am a seller of birds’-nesties, snakes, slow-worms, adders, ‘effets’—lizards is their common name—hedgehogs (for killing black beetles); frogs (for the French—they eats ’em); snails (for birds); that’s all I sell in the summer-time. - Sw-e-e-p
- Sweet Lavender
- The Baked Potato Man
The Baked Potato Man “Baked ’taturs! All ’ot, all ’ot!” The baked potato trade, in the way it is at present carried on, has not been known more than fifteen years in the streets. Before that, potatoes were sometimes roasted as chestnuts are now, but only on a small scale. The trade is more profitable than that in fruit, but continues for but six months of the year. - The Blind Boot-Lace Seller
The Blind Boot-Lace Seller - The Coster Boy and Girl Tossing the pieman
The Coster Boy and Girl Tossing the pieman The itinerant trade in pies is one of the most ancient of the street callings of London. The meat pies are made of beef or mutton; the fish pies of eels; the fruit of apples, currants, gooseberries, plums, damsons, cherries, raspberries, or rhubarb, according to the season—and occasionally of mince-meat. A few years ago the street pie-trade was very profitable, but it has been almost destroyed by the “pie-shops,” and further, the few remaining street-dealers say “the people now haven’t the pennies to spare.” Summer fairs and races are the best places for the piemen. To “toss the pieman” is a favourite pastime with costermongers boys and all that class; some of whom aspire to the repute of being gourmands, and are critical on the quality of the comestible. If the pieman win the toss, he receives 1d. without giving a pie; if he lose, he hands it over for nothing.