The Uncommercial Traveller

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Чарльз Диккенс. The Uncommercial Traveller

I. HIS GENERAL LINE OF BUSINESS

II. THE SHIPWRECK

III. WAPPING WORKHOUSE

IV. TWO VIEWS OF A CHEAP THEATRE

V. POOR MERCANTILE JACK

VI. REFRESHMENTS FOR TRAVELLERS

VII. TRAVELLING ABROAD

VIII. THE GREAT TASMANIA’S CARGO

IX. CITY OF LONDON CHURCHES

X. SHY NEIGHBOURHOODS

XI. TRAMPS

XII. DULLBOROUGH TOWN

XIII. NIGHT WALKS

XIV. CHAMBERS

XV. NURSE’S STORIES

XVI. ARCADIAN LONDON

XVII. THE ITALIAN PRISONER

XVIII. THE CALAIS NIGHT MAIL

XIX. SOME RECOLLECTIONS OF MORTALITY

XX. BIRTHDAY CELEBRATIONS

XXI. THE SHORT-TIMERS

XXII. BOUND FOR THE GREAT SALT LAKE

XXIII. THE CITY OF THE ABSENT

XXIV. AN OLD STAGE-COACHING HOUSE

XXV. THE BOILED BEEF OF NEW ENGLAND

XXVI. CHATHAM DOCKYARD

XXVII. IN THE FRENCH-FLEMISH COUNTRY

XXVIII. MEDICINE MEN OF CIVILISATION

XXIX. TITBULL’S ALMS-HOUSES

XXX. THE RUFFIAN

XXXI. ABOARD SHIP

XXXII. A SMALL STAR IN THE EAST

XXXIII. A LITTLE DINNER IN AN HOUR

XXXIV. MR. BARLOW

XXXV. ON AN AMATEUR BEAT

XXXVI. A FLY-LEAF IN A LIFE

XXXVII. A PLEA FOR TOTAL ABSTINENCE

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Never had I seen a year going out, or going on, under quieter circumstances. Eighteen hundred and fifty-nine had but another day to live, and truly its end was Peace on that sea-shore that morning.

So settled and orderly was everything seaward, in the bright light of the sun and under the transparent shadows of the clouds, that it was hard to imagine the bay otherwise, for years past or to come, than it was that very day. The Tug-steamer lying a little off the shore, the Lighter lying still nearer to the shore, the boat alongside the Lighter, the regularly-turning windlass aboard the Lighter, the methodical figures at work, all slowly and regularly heaving up and down with the breathing of the sea, all seemed as much a part of the nature of the place as the tide itself. The tide was on the flow, and had been for some two hours and a half; there was a slight obstruction in the sea within a few yards of my feet: as if the stump of a tree, with earth enough about it to keep it from lying horizontally on the water, had slipped a little from the land – and as I stood upon the beach and observed it dimpling the light swell that was coming in, I cast a stone over it.

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‘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.’

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