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clubrooms of The Dark Lantern League,
that secret society of Sherlock Holmes's London, there is a small,
but select, library you will find snippets on such topics as:
the League Library
In London Labour and
the London Poor
by Henry Mayhew
"OF THE BEGGAR STREET-SELLARS
"Under this head I
include only such of the beggar street-sellars as are neither infirm
nor suffering from any severe bodily affliction or privation. I
am well aware that the aged -- the blind -- the lame and the halt
often pretend to sell small articles in the street -- such
as boot-laces, tracts, cabbage-nets, lucifer-matches, kettle-holders,
and the like; and that such matters are carried by them partly to
keep clear of the law, and partly to evince a disposition to the
public that they are willing to do something for their livelihood.
"Such, though beggars,
are not 'lurkers' -- a lurker being strictly one who loiters about
for some dishonest purpose."
In David Copperfield
by Charles Dickens
"'How can you ask
me anything so foolish?' pouted Dora. 'Love a beggar!'
"'Dora, my own dearest!'
said I. 'I am a beggar!'"
In the December 1891 issue
of The Strand Magazine
"His name is Hugh
Boone, and his hideous face is one which is familiar to every man
who goes much to the City. He is a professional beggar, though in
order to avoid the police regulations he pretends to a small trade
in wax vestas. Some little distance down Threadneedle Street, upon
the left-hand side, there is, as you may have remarked, a small
angle in the wall. Here it is that this creature takes his daily
seat, cross-legged, with his tiny stock of matches on his lap, and
as he is a piteous spectacle a small rain of charity descends into
the greasy leather cap which lies upon the pavement beside him."
In The Picture of Dorian
by Oscar Wilder
"The aim of life is
self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly--that is what
each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays.
They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one
owes and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are