Slum Housing Quotes in Mary Barton
Slum Housing in
Mary Barton.
The second
important theme in Gaskell’s writing that I wanted to explore were the slum communities
in Manchester. Often overlooked in various areas of historiography, I thought a
piece remembering the families that lived in notorious slums such as Angel Meadow
should be documented in print.
Page 56.
‘On the way Wilson
said Davenport was a good fellow, though too much of a Methodee, that his
children were too young to work, but not too young to be cold and hungry; that
they had sunk lower and lower, and pawned thing after thing, and that they now
lived in a cellar in Berry Street, off Shore Street.’
‘It was unpaved and
down the middle a gutter forced its way, every now and then forming pools in
the holes with which the street abounded. Never was the old Edinburgh cry of ‘Gardez
l’eau!’ more necessary than in this street.’
‘As they passed,
women from their doors tossed household slops of every description into
the gutter; they ran into the next pool, which overflowed and stagnated. Heaps
of ashes were the stepping-stones, on which the passer-by, who cared in the
least for cleanliness, took care not to put his foot.’
Page 57.
‘You went down one
step even from the foul area into the cellar in which a family of human beings
lived. It was very dark inside. The window-panes, many of them, were broken and
stuffed with rags, which was reason enough for the dusky light that pervaded
the place even at midday.’
‘the smell was so
foetid as almost to knock the two men down. Quickly recovering themselves, as
those injured to such things do, they began to penetrate the thick darkness of
the place, and to see three or four little children rolling on the damp, nay
wet brick floor, through which the stagnant, filthy moisture of the street
oozed up; the fireplace was empty and black; the wife sat on her husband’s lair
and cried in the dark loneliness.’
Page 58
‘The fever’ was
(as it usually is in Manchester) of a low, putrid, typhoid kind, brought on by
miserable living, filthy neighbourhood and great depression of mind and body. It
is virulent, malignant and highly infectious.’
‘The two men,
rough, tender nurses as they were, lighted the fire, which smoked and puffed
into the room as if it did not know the way up the damp, unused chimney. The very
smoke seemed purifying and healthy in the thick clammy air.’
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