No. 1109: Carmarthen Place, SE1
Carmathen Place, London, SE1. Photo ©RogerDean 2014
Twice Round The Clock; Or The Hours Of The Day And Night In London – George Augustus Sala, 1862:
[…] I should be noting the hundred little trades that are being driven at three o’clock in the afternoon. The feverish industry – the untiring perseverance – the bitter struggle, and all for yon scanty morsel of bread, and a few inches of space for repose at night in a fourpenny lodging-house! Follow the kerb-stone from the County Fire Office to St. Martin’s Lane. See the itinerant venders of catch-’em-alive-o’s, of cheap toys, of quires of writing-paper, sealing-wax and envelopes, all for the small charge of one penny; see the industrials who have walking-sticks, umbrellas, gutta-percha whips, aërated balls, locomotive engines and statuettes of Napoleon in glass phials, that make us wonder, as with flies in amber, however they, the engines and statuettes, got there; the women who have bouquets to dispose of – how many times have they been refreshed beneath the pump, this droughty day ?- the boys and girls in looped and windowed raggedness striving to sell fruit, flowers, almanacks, pencils, fusees – anything, to keep the wolf from the door. He is always at the door, that wolf – always at that yawning portal, and his name is Famine. The worst of the brute is, that he comes not alone – that he has a friend, a brother wolf with him, who hankers round the corner, and is always ready to pop in at the door at the slightest suspicion of a summons. This wolf is a full-paunched rogue, and liberal, too, of succulent, but poisoned, food to his friends. This is the thief wolf, the gallows wolf, the Calcraft wolf. Lupus carnifex.