strong　legs　booted　and　tipped　for　kicking。　　Number　three　is　forty
  years　of　age；　is　short；　thick…set；　strong；　and　bow…legged；　wears
  knee　cords　and　white　stockings；　a　very　long…sleeved　waistcoat；　a
  very　large　neckerchief　doubled　or　trebled　round　his　throat；　and　a
  crumpled　white　hat　crowns　his　ghastly　parchment　face。　　This　fellow
  looks　like　an　executed　postboy　of　other　days；　cut　down　from　the
  gallows　too　soon；　and　restored　and　preserved　by　express　diabolical
  agency。　　Numbers　five；　six；　and　seven；　are　hulking；　idle；　slouching
  young　men；　patched　and　shabby；　too　short　in　the　sleeves　and　too
  tight　in　the　legs；　slimily　clothed；　foul…spoken；　repulsive　wretches
  inside　and　out。　　In　all　the　party　there　obtains　a　certain　twitching
  character　of　mouth　and　furtiveness　of　eye；　that　hint　how　the　coward
  is　lurking　under　the　bully。　　The　hint　is　quite　correct；　for　they
  are　a　slinking　sneaking　set；　far　more　prone　to　lie　down　on　their
  backs　and　kick　out；　when　in　difficulty；　than　to　make　a　stand　for
  it。　　（This　may　account　for　the　street　mud　on　the　backs　of　Numbers
  five；　six；　and　seven；　being　much　fresher　than　the　stale　splashes　on
  their　legs。）
  These　engaging　gentry　a　Police…constable　stands　contemplating。　　His
  Station；　with　a　Reserve　of　assistance；　is　very　near　at　hand。　　They
  cannot　pretend　to　any　trade；　not　even　to　be　porters　or　messengers。
  It　would　be　idle　if　they　did；　for　he　knows　them；　and　they　know　that
  he　knows　them；　to　be　nothing　but　professed　Thieves　and　Ruffians。
  He　knows　where　they　resort；　knows　by　what　slang　names　they　call　one
  another；　knows　how　often　they　have　been　in　prison；　and　how　long；
  and　for　what。　　All　this　is　known　at　his　Station；　too；　and　is　（or
  ought　to　be）　known　at　Scotland　Yard；　too。　　But　does　he　know；　or
  does　his　Station　know；　or　does　Scotland　Yard　know；　or　does　anybody
  know；　why　these　fellows　should　be　here　at　liberty；　when；　as　reputed
  Thieves　to　whom　a　whole　Division　of　Police　could　swear；　they　might
  all　be　under　lock　and　key　at　hard　labour？　　Not　he；　truly　he　would
  be　a　wise　man　if　he　did！　　He　only　knows　that　these　are　members　of
  the　'notorious　gang；'　which；　according　to　the　newspaper　Police…
  office　reports　of　this　last　past　September；　'have　so　long　infested'
  the　awful　solitudes　of　the　Waterloo　Road；　and　out　of　which　almost
  impregnable　fastnesses　the　Police　have　at　length　dragged　Two；　to
  the　unspeakable　admiration　of　all　good　civilians。
  The　consequences　of　this　contemplative　habit　on　the　part　of　the
  Executive　…　a　habit　to　be　looked　for　in　a　hermit；　but　not　in　a
  Police　System　…　are　familiar　to　us　all。　　The　Ruffian　becomes　one　of
  the　established　orders　of　the　body　politic。　　Under　the　playful　name
  of　Rough　（as　if　he　were　merely　a　practical　joker）　his　movements　and
  successes　are　recorded　on　public　occasions。　　Whether　he　mustered　in
  large　numbers；　or　small；　whether　he　was　in　good　spirits；　or
  depressed；　whether　he　turned　his　generous　exertions　to　very
  prosperous　account；　or　Fortune　was　against　him；　whether　he　was　in　a
  sanguinary　mood；　or　robbed　with　amiable　horse…play　and　a　gracious
  consideration　for　life　and　limb；　all　this　is　chronicled　as　if　he
  were　an　Institution。　　Is　there　any　city　in　Europe；　out　of　England；
  in　which　these　terms　are　held　with　the　pests　of　Society？　　Or　in
  which；　at　this　day；　such　violent　robberies　from　the　person　are
  constantly　committed　as　in　London？
  The　Preparatory　Schools　of　Ruffianism　are　similarly　borne　with。
  The　young　Ruffians　of　London　…　not　Thieves　yet；　but　training　for
  scholarships　and　fellowships　in　the　Criminal　Court　Universities　…
  molest　quiet　people　and　their　property；　to　an　extent　that　is　hardly
  credible。　　The　throwing　of　stones　in　the　streets　has　become　a
  dangerous　and　destructive　offence；　which　surely　could　have　got　to
  no　greater　height　though　we　had　had　no　Police　but　our　own　riding…
  whips　and　walking…sticks　…　the　Police　to　which　I　myself　appeal　on
  these　occasions。　　The　throwing　of　stones　at　the　windows　of　railway
  carriages　in　motion　…　an　act　of　wanton　wickedness　with　the　very
  Arch…Fiend's　hand　in　it　…　had　become　a　crying　evil；　when　the
  railway　companies　forced　it　on　Police　notice。　　Constabular
  contemplation　had　until　then　been　the　order　of　the　day。
  Within　these　twelve　months；　there　arose　among　the　young　gentlemen
  of　London　aspiring　to　Ruffianism；　and　cultivating　that　much…
  encouraged　social　art；　a　facetious　cry　of　'I'll　have　this！'
  accompanied　with　a　clutch　at　some　article　of　a　passing　lady's
  dress。　　I　have　known　a　lady's　veil　to　be　thus　humorously　torn　from
  her　face　and　carried　off　in　the　open　streets　at　noon；　and　I　have
  had　the　honour　of　myself　giving　chase；　on　Westminster　Bridge；　to
  another　young　Ruffian；　who；　in　full　daylight　early　on　a　summer
  evening；　had　nearly　thrown　a　modest　young　woman　into　a　swoon　of
  indignation　and　confusion；　by　his　shameful　manner　of　attacking　her
  with　this　cry　as　she　harmlessly　passed　along　before　me。　　MR。
  CARLYLE；　some　time　since；　awakened　a　little　pleasantry　by　writing
  of　his　own　experience　of　the　Ruffian　of　the　streets。　　I　have　seen
  the　Ruffian　act　in　exact　accordance　with　Mr。　Carlyle's　description；
  innumerable　times；　and　I　never　saw　him　checked。
  The　blaring　use　of　the　very　worst　language　possible；　in　our　public
  thoroughfares　…　especially　in　those　set　apart　for　recreation　…　is
  another　disgrace　to　us；　and　another　result　of　constabular
  contemplation；　the　like　of　which　I　have　never　heard　in　any　other
  country　to　which　my　uncommercial　travels　have　extended。　　Years　ago；
  when　I　had　a　near　interest　in　certain　children　who　were　sent　with
  their　nurses；　for　air　and　exercise；　into　the　Regent's　Park；　I　found
  this　evil　to　be　so　abhorrent　and　horrible　there；　that　I　called
  public　attention　to　it；　and　also　to　its　contemplative　reception　by
  the　Police。　　Looking　afterwards　into　the　newest　Police　Act；　and
  finding　that　the　offence　was　punishable　under　it；　I　resolved；　when
  striking　occasion　should　arise；　to　try　my　hand　as　prosecutor。　　The
  occasion　arose　soon　enough；　and　I　ran　the　following　gauntlet。
  The　utterer　of　the　base　coin　in　question　was　a　girl　of　seventeen　or
  eighteen；　who；　with　a　suitable　attendance　of　blackguards；　youths；
  and　boys；　was　flaunting　along　the　streets；　returning　from　an　Irish
  funeral；　in　a　Progress　interspersed　with　singing　and　dancing。　　She
  had　turned　round　to　me　and　expressed　herself　in　the　most　audible
  manner；　to　the　great　delight　of　that　select　circle。　　I　attended　the
  party；　on　the　opposite　side　of　the　way；　for　a　mile　further；　and
  then　encountered　a　Police…constable。　　The　party　had　made　themselves
  merry　at　my　expense　until　now；　but　seeing　me　speak　to　the
  constable；　its　male　members　instantly　took　to　their　heels；　leaving
  the　girl　alone。　　I　asked　the　constable　did　he　know　my　name？　　Yes；
  he　did。　　'Take　that　girl　into　custody；　on　my　charge；　for　using　bad
  language　in　the　streets。'　　He　had　never　heard　of　such　a　charge。　　I
  had。　　Would　he　take　my　word　that　he　should　get　into　no　trouble？
  Yes；　sir；　he　would　do　that。　　So　he　took　the　girl；　and　I　went　home
  for　my　Police　Act。
  With　this　potent　instrument　in　my　pocket；　I　literally　as　well　as
  figuratively　'returned　to　the　charge；'　and　presented　myself　at　the
  Police　Station　of　the　district。　　There；　I　found　on　duty　a　very
  intelligent　Inspector　（they　are　all　intelligent　men）；　who；
  likewise；　had　never　heard　of　such　a　charge。　　I　showed　him　my
  clause；　and　we　went　over　it　together　twice　or　thrice。　　It　was
  plain；　and　I　engaged　to　wait　upon　the　suburban　Magistrate　to…morrow
  morning　at　ten　o'clock。
  In　the　morning　I　put　my　Police　Act　in　my　pocket　again；　and　waited
  on　the　suburban　Magistrate。　　I　was　not　quite　so　courteously
  received　by　him　as　I　should　have　been　by　The　Lord　Chancellor　or　The
  Lord　Chief　Justice；　but　that　was　a　question　of　good　breeding　on　the
  suburban　Magistrate's　part；　and　I　had　my　clause　ready　with　its　leaf
  turned　down。　　Which　was　enough　for　ME。
  Conference　took　place　between　the　Magistrate　and　clerk　respecting
  the　charge。　　During　conference　I　was　evidently　regarded　as　a　much
  more　objectionable　person　than　the　prisoner；　…　one　giving　trouble
  by　coming　there　voluntarily；　which　the　prisoner　could　not　be
  accused　of　doing。　　The　prisoner　had　been　got　up；　since　I　last　had
  the　pleasure　of　seeing　her；　with　a　great　effect　of　white　apron　and
  straw　bonnet。　　She　reminded　me　of　an　elder　sister　of　Red　Riding
  Hood；　and　I　seemed　to　remind　the　sympathising　Chimney　Sweep　by　whom
  she　was　attended；　of　the　Wolf。
  The　Magistrate　was　doubtful；　Mr。　Uncommercial　Traveller；　whether
  this　charge　could　be　entertained。　　It　was　not　known。　　Mr。
  Uncommercial　Traveller　replied　that　he　wished　it　were　better　known；
  and　that；　if　he　could　afford　the　leisure；　he　would　use　his
  endeavours　to　make　it　so。　　There　was　no　question　about　it；　however；
  he　contended。　　Here　was　the　clause。
  The　clause　was　handed　in；　and　more　conference　resulted。　　After
  which　I　was　asked　the　extraordinary　question：　　'Mr。　Uncommercial；
  do　you　real