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The Uncommercial Traveller
CHAPTER XXV - THE BOILED BEEF OF NEW ENGLAND
Charles Dickens
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       _ The shabbiness of our English capital, as compared with Paris,
       Bordeaux, Frankfort, Milan, Geneva--almost any important town on
       the continent of Europe--I find very striking after an absence of
       any duration in foreign parts. London is shabby in contrast with
       Edinburgh, with Aberdeen, with Exeter, with Liverpool, with a
       bright little town like Bury St. Edmunds. London is shabby in
       contrast with New York, with Boston, with Philadelphia. In detail,
       one would say it can rarely fail to be a disappointing piece of
       shabbiness, to a stranger from any of those places. There is
       nothing shabbier than Drury-lane, in Rome itself. The meanness of
       Regent-street, set against the great line of Boulevards in Paris,
       is as striking as the abortive ugliness of Trafalgar-square, set
       against the gallant beauty of the Place de la Concorde. London is
       shabby by daylight, and shabbier by gaslight. No Englishman knows
       what gaslight is, until he sees the Rue de Rivoli and the Palais
       Royal after dark.
       The mass of London people are shabby. The absence of distinctive
       dress has, no doubt, something to do with it. The porters of the
       Vintners' Company, the draymen, and the butchers, are about the
       only people who wear distinctive dresses; and even these do not
       wear them on holidays. We have nothing which for cheapness,
       cleanliness, convenience, or picturesqueness, can compare with the
       belted blouse. As to our women;--next Easter or Whitsuntide, look
       at the bonnets at the British Museum or the National Gallery, and
       think of the pretty white French cap, the Spanish mantilla, or the
       Genoese mezzero.
       Probably there are not more second-hand clothes sold in London than
       in Paris, and yet the mass of the London population have a second-
       hand look which is not to be detected on the mass of the Parisian
       population. I think this is mainly because a Parisian workman does
       not in the least trouble himself about what is worn by a Parisian
       idler, but dresses in the way of his own class, and for his own
       comfort. In London, on the contrary, the fashions descend; and you
       never fully know how inconvenient or ridiculous a fashion is, until
       you see it in its last descent. It was but the other day, on a
       race-course, that I observed four people in a barouche deriving
       great entertainment from the contemplation of four people on foot.
       The four people on foot were two young men and two young women; the
       four people in the barouche were two young men and two young women.
       The four young women were dressed in exactly the same style; the
       four young men were dressed in exactly the same style. Yet the two
       couples on wheels were as much amused by the two couples on foot,
       as if they were quite unconscious of having themselves set those
       fashions, or of being at that very moment engaged in the display of
       them.
       Is it only in the matter of clothes that fashion descends here in
       London--and consequently in England--and thence shabbiness arises?
       Let us think a little, and be just. The 'Black Country' round
       about Birmingham, is a very black country; but is it quite as black
       as it has been lately painted? An appalling accident happened at
       the People's Park near Birmingham, this last July, when it was
       crowded with people from the Black Country--an appalling accident
       consequent on a shamefully dangerous exhibition. Did the
       shamefully dangerous exhibition originate in the moral blackness of
       the Black Country, and in the Black People's peculiar love of the
       excitement attendant on great personal hazard, which they looked on
       at, but in which they did not participate? Light is much wanted in
       the Black Country. O we are all agreed on that. But, we must not
       quite forget the crowds of gentlefolks who set the shamefully
       dangerous fashion, either. We must not quite forget the
       enterprising Directors of an Institution vaunting mighty
       educational pretences, who made the low sensation as strong as they
       possibly could make it, by hanging the Blondin rope as high as they
       possibly could hang it. All this must not be eclipsed in the
       Blackness of the Black Country. The reserved seats high up by the
       rope, the cleared space below it, so that no one should be smashed
       but the performer, the pretence of slipping and falling off, the
       baskets for the feet and the sack for the head, the photographs
       everywhere, and the virtuous indignation nowhere--all this must not
       be wholly swallowed up in the blackness of the jet-black country.
       Whatsoever fashion is set in England, is certain to descend. This
       is a text for a perpetual sermon on care in setting fashions. When
       you find a fashion low down, look back for the time (it will never
       be far off) when it was the fashion high up. This is the text for
       a perpetual sermon on social justice. From imitations of Ethiopian
       Serenaders, to imitations of Prince's coats and waistcoats, you
       will find the original model in St. James's Parish. When the
       Serenaders become tiresome, trace them beyond the Black Country;
       when the coats and waistcoats become insupportable, refer them to
       their source in the Upper Toady Regions.
       Gentlemen's clubs were once maintained for purposes of savage party
       warfare; working men's clubs of the same day assumed the same
       character. Gentlemen's clubs became places of quiet inoffensive
       recreation; working men's clubs began to follow suit. If working
       men have seemed rather slow to appreciate advantages of combination
       which have saved the pockets of gentlemen, and enhanced their
       comforts, it is because working men could scarcely, for want of
       capital, originate such combinations without help; and because help
       has not been separable from that great impertinence, Patronage.
       The instinctive revolt of his spirit against patronage, is a
       quality much to be respected in the English working man. It is the
       base of the base of his best qualities. Nor is it surprising that
       he should be unduly suspicious of patronage, and sometimes
       resentful of it even where it is not, seeing what a flood of washy
       talk has been let loose on his devoted head, or with what
       complacent condescension the same devoted head has been smoothed
       and patted. It is a proof to me of his self-control that he never
       strikes out pugilistically, right and left, when addressed as one
       of 'My friends,' or 'My assembled friends;' that he does not become
       inappeasable, and run amuck like a Malay, whenever he sees a biped
       in broadcloth getting on a platform to talk to him; that any
       pretence of improving his mind, does not instantly drive him out of
       his mind, and cause him to toss his obliging patron like a mad
       bull.
       For, how often have I heard the unfortunate working man lectured,
       as if he were a little charity-child, humid as to his nasal
       development, strictly literal as to his Catechism, and called by
       Providence to walk all his days in a station in life represented on
       festive occasions by a mug of warm milk-and-water and a bun! What
       popguns of jokes have these ears tingled to hear let off at him,
       what asinine sentiments, what impotent conclusions, what spelling-
       book moralities, what adaptations of the orator's insufferable
       tediousness to the assumed level of his understanding! If his
       sledge-hammers, his spades and pick-axes, his saws and chisels, his
       paint-pots and brushes, his forges, furnaces, and engines, the
       horses that he drove at his work, and the machines that drove him
       at his work, were all toys in one little paper box, and he the baby
       who played with them, he could not have been discoursed to, more
       impertinently and absurdly than I have heard him discoursed to
       times innumerable. Consequently, not being a fool or a fawner, he
       has come to acknowledge his patronage by virtually saying: 'Let me
       alone. If you understand me no better than THAT, sir and madam,
       let me alone. You mean very well, I dare say, but I don't like it,
       and I won't come here again to have any more of it.'
       Whatever is done for the comfort and advancement of the working man
       must be so far done by himself as that it is maintained by himself.
       And there must be in it no touch of condescension, no shadow of
       patronage. In the great working districts, this truth is studied
       and understood. When the American civil war rendered it necessary,
       first in Glasgow, and afterwards in Manchester, that the working
       people should be shown how to avail themselves of the advantages
       derivable from system, and from the combination of numbers, in the
       purchase and the cooking of their food, this truth was above all
       things borne in mind. The quick consequence was, that suspicion
       and reluctance were vanquished, and that the effort resulted in an
       astonishing and a complete success.
       Such thoughts passed through my mind on a July morning of this
       summer, as I walked towards Commercial Street (not Uncommercial
       Street), Whitechapel. The Glasgow and Manchester system had been
       lately set a-going there, by certain gentlemen who felt an interest
       in its diffusion, and I had been attracted by the following hand-
       bill printed on rose-coloured paper:
       SELF-SUPPORTING
       COOKING DEPOT
       FOR THE WORKING CLASSES
       Commercial-street, Whitechapel,
       Where Accommodation is provided for Dining comfortably
       300 Persons at a time.
       Open from 7 A.M. till 7 P.M.
       PRICES.
       All Articles of the BEST QUALITY.
       Cup of Tea or Coffee One Penny
       Bread and Butter One Penny
       Bread and Cheese One Penny
       Slice of bread One half-penny or
       One Penny
       Boiled Egg One Penny
       Ginger Beer One Penny
       The above Articles always ready.
       Besides the above may be had, from 12 to 3 o'clock,
       Bowl of Scotch Broth One Penny
       Bowl of Soup One Penny
       Plate of Potatoes One Penny
       Plate of Minced Beef Twopence
       Plate of Cold Beef Twopence
       Plate of Cold Ham Twopence
       Plate of Plum Pudding or Rice One Penny
       As the Economy of Cooking depends greatly upon the simplicity of
       the arrangements with which a great number of persons can be served
       at one time, the Upper Room of this Establishment will be
       especially set apart for a
       PUBLIC DINNER EVERY DAY
       From 12 till 3 o'clock,
       Consisting of the following Dishes:
       Bowl of Broth, or Soup,
       Plate of Cold Beef or Ham,
       Plate of Potatoes,
       Plum Pudding, or Rice.
       FIXED CHARGE 4.5d.
       THE DAILY PAPERS PROVIDED.
       N.B.--This Establishment is conducted on the strictest business
       principles, with the full intention of making it self-supporting,
       so that every one may frequent it with a feeling of perfect
       independence.
       The assistance of all frequenting the Depot is confidently expected
       in checking anything interfering with the comfort, quiet, and
       regularity of the establishment.
       Please do not destroy this Hand Bill, but hand it to some other
       person whom it may interest.
       The Self-Supporting Cooking Depot (not a very good name, and one
       would rather give it an English one) had hired a newly-built
       warehouse that it found to let; therefore it was not established in
       premises specially designed for the purpose. But, at a small cost
       they were exceedingly well adapted to the purpose: being light,
       well ventilated, clean, and cheerful. They consisted of three
       large rooms. That on the basement story was the kitchen; that on
       the ground floor was the general dining-room; that on the floor
       above was the Upper Room referred to in the hand-bill, where the
       Public Dinner at fourpence-halfpenny a head was provided every day.
       The cooking was done, with much economy of space and fuel, by
       American cooking-stoves, and by young women not previously, brought
       up as cooks; the walls and pillars of the two dining-rooms were
       agreeably brightened with ornamental colours; the tables were
       capable of accommodating six or eight persons each; the attendants
       were all young women, becomingly and neatly dressed, and dressed
       alike. I think the whole staff was female, with the exception of
       the steward or manager.
       My first inquiries were directed to the wages of this staff;
       because, if any establishment claiming to be self-supporting, live
       upon the spoliation of anybody or anything, or eke out a feeble
       existence by poor mouths and beggarly resources (as too many so-
       called Mechanics' Institutions do), I make bold to express my
       Uncommercial opinion that it has no business to live, and had
       better die. It was made clear to me by the account books, that
       every person employed was properly paid. My next inquiries were
       directed to the quality of the provisions purchased, and to the
       terms on which they were bought. It was made equally clear to me
       that the quality was the very best, and that all bills were paid
       weekly. My next inquiries were directed to the balance-sheet for
       the last two weeks--only the third and fourth of the
       establishment's career. It was made equally clear to me, that
       after everything bought was paid for, and after each week was
       charged with its full share of wages, rent and taxes, depreciation
       of plant in use, and interest on capital at the rate of four per
       cent. per annum, the last week had yielded a profit of (in round
       numbers) one pound ten; and the previous week a profit of six
       pounds ten. By this time I felt that I had a healthy appetite for
       the dinners.
       It had just struck twelve, and a quick succession of faces had
       already begun to appear at a little window in the wall of the
       partitioned space where I sat looking over the books. Within this
       little window, like a pay-box at a theatre, a neat and brisk young
       woman presided to take money and issue tickets. Every one coming
       in must take a ticket. Either the fourpence-halfpenny ticket for
       the upper room (the most popular ticket, I think), or a penny
       ticket for a bowl of soup, or as many penny tickets as he or she
       choose to buy. For three penny tickets one had quite a wide range
       of choice. A plate of cold boiled beef and potatoes; or a plate of
       cold ham and potatoes; or a plate of hot minced beef and potatoes;
       or a bowl of soup, bread and cheese, and a plate of plum-pudding.
       Touching what they should have, some customers on taking their
       seats fell into a reverie--became mildly distracted--postponed
       decision, and said in bewilderment, they would think of it. One
       old man I noticed when I sat among the tables in the lower room,
       who was startled by the bill of fare, and sat contemplating it as
       if it were something of a ghostly nature. The decision of the boys
       was as rapid as their execution, and always included pudding.
       There were several women among the diners, and several clerks and
       shopmen. There were carpenters and painters from the neighbouring
       buildings under repair, and there were nautical men, and there
       were, as one diner observed to me, 'some of most sorts.' Some were
       solitary, some came two together, some dined in parties of three or
       four, or six. The latter talked together, but assuredly no one was
       louder than at my club in Pall-Mall. One young fellow whistled in
       rather a shrill manner while he waited for his dinner, but I was
       gratified to observe that he did so in evident defiance of my
       Uncommercial individuality. Quite agreeing with him, on
       consideration, that I had no business to be there, unless I dined
       like the rest, 'I went in,' as the phrase is, for fourpence-
       halfpenny.
       The room of the fourpence-halfpenny banquet had, like the lower
       room, a counter in it, on which were ranged a great number of cold
       portions ready for distribution. Behind this counter, the fragrant
       soup was steaming in deep cans, and the best-cooked of potatoes
       were fished out of similar receptacles. Nothing to eat was touched
       with his hand. Every waitress had her own tables to attend to. As
       soon as she saw a new customer seat himself at one of her tables,
       she took from the counter all his dinner--his soup, potatoes, meat,
       and pudding--piled it up dexterously in her two hands, set it
       before him, and took his ticket. This serving of the whole dinner
       at once, had been found greatly to simplify the business of
       attendance, and was also popular with the customers: who were thus
       enabled to vary the meal by varying the routine of dishes:
       beginning with soup-to-day, putting soup in the middle to-morrow,
       putting soup at the end the day after to-morrow, and ringing
       similar changes on meat and pudding. The rapidity with which every
       new-comer got served, was remarkable; and the dexterity with which
       the waitresses (quite new to the art a month before) discharged
       their duty, was as agreeable to see, as the neat smartness with
       which they wore their dress and had dressed their hair.
       If I seldom saw better waiting, so I certainly never ate better
       meat, potatoes, or pudding. And the soup was an honest and stout
       soup, with rice and barley in it, and 'little matters for the teeth
       to touch,' as had been observed to me by my friend below stairs
       already quoted. The dinner-service, too, was neither conspicuously
       hideous for High Art nor for Low Art, but was of a pleasant and
       pure appearance. Concerning the viands and their cookery, one last
       remark. I dined at my club in Pall-Mall aforesaid, a few days
       afterwards, for exactly twelve times the money, and not half as
       well.
       The company thickened after one o'clock struck, and changed pretty
       quickly. Although experience of the place had been so recently
       attainable, and although there was still considerable curiosity out
       in the street and about the entrance, the general tone was as good
       as could be, and the customers fell easily into the ways of the
       place. It was clear to me, however, that they were there to have
       what they paid for, and to be on an independent footing. To the
       best of my judgment, they might be patronised out of the building
       in a month. With judicious visiting, and by dint of being
       questioned, read to, and talked at, they might even be got rid of
       (for the next quarter of a century) in half the time.
       This disinterested and wise movement is fraught with so many
       wholesome changes in the lives of the working people, and with so
       much good in the way of overcoming that suspicion which our own
       unconscious impertinence has engendered, that it is scarcely
       gracious to criticise details as yet; the rather, because it is
       indisputable that the managers of the Whitechapel establishment
       most thoroughly feel that they are upon their honour with the
       customers, as to the minutest points of administration. But,
       although the American stoves cannot roast, they can surely boil one
       kind of meat as well as another, and need not always circumscribe
       their boiling talents within the limits of ham and beef. The most
       enthusiastic admirer of those substantials, would probably not
       object to occasional inconstancy in respect of pork and mutton:
       or, especially in cold weather, to a little innocent trifling with
       Irish stews, meat pies, and toads in holes. Another drawback on
       the Whitechapel establishment, is the absence of beer. Regarded
       merely as a question of policy, it is very impolitic, as having a
       tendency to send the working men to the public-house, where gin is
       reported to be sold. But, there is a much higher ground on which
       this absence of beer is objectionable. It expresses distrust of
       the working man. It is a fragment of that old mantle of patronage
       in which so many estimable Thugs, so darkly wandering up and down
       the moral world, are sworn to muffle him. Good beer is a good
       thing for him, he says, and he likes it; the Depot could give it
       him good, and he now gets it bad. Why does the Depot not give it
       him good? Because he would get drunk. Why does the Depot not let
       him have a pint with his dinner, which would not make him drunk?
       Because he might have had another pint, or another two pints,
       before he came. Now, this distrust is an affront, is exceedingly
       inconsistent with the confidence the managers express in their
       hand-bills, and is a timid stopping-short upon the straight
       highway. It is unjust and unreasonable, also. It is unjust,
       because it punishes the sober man for the vice of the drunken man.
       It is unreasonable, because any one at all experienced in such
       things knows that the drunken workman does not get drunk where he
       goes to eat and drink, but where he goes to drink--expressly to
       drink. To suppose that the working man cannot state this question
       to himself quite as plainly as I state it here, is to suppose that
       he is a baby, and is again to tell him in the old wearisome,
       condescending, patronising way that he must be goody-poody, and do
       as he is toldy-poldy, and not be a manny-panny or a voter-poter,
       but fold his handy-pandys, and be a childy-pildy.
       I found from the accounts of the Whitechapel Self-Supporting
       Cooking Depot, that every article sold in it, even at the prices I
       have quoted, yields a certain small profit! Individual speculators
       are of course already in the field, and are of course already
       appropriating the name. The classes for whose benefit the real
       depots are designed, will distinguish between the two kinds of
       enterprise. _