Household Edition Sketches by Boz | Dickens Gallery

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Household Edition

The Household Edition of Sketches by Boz was published in 1876 and contains 34 illustrations by Fred Barnard.

Title Page and Vignette

The half-pay Captain completely effaced the old lady's name from the brass door-plate, in his attempts to polish it with aqua-fortis.

"Why the Devil ain't you looking after that plate?"

When he first came to look at the lodgings, he inquired most particularly whether he was sure to be able to get a seat in the Parish Church.

"It is nearly eleven o'clock, and the cold thin rain, which has been drizzling so long, is beginning to pour down in good earnest"

The Gravesend Boat

Different Women of the House gossiping on the steps...The Native Diallers

It was a wedding party and it emerged from one of the inferior streets near Fitzroy Square

The gentleman described looks extremely foolish, and squeezes her hand, and fees the Gipsy liberally

"I may as well get board, lodgin', and washin' till then, out of the country, as pay for it myself; consequently, here goes."

His line is genteel comedy — his father's coal and potato. He does Alfred Highflier in the last piece, and very well he'll do it — at the price.

Tureens of soup are emptied with awful rapidity

A Gin Shop

The Pawnbroker's Shop

Children were playing on the grass; groups...chatting and laughing; but the man walked steadily up and down; unheeding and unheeded

"What do you mean by that, scoundrel?" exclaimed Mr. Samuel Wilkins..."What's the matter with you, you little humbug?" replied whiskers

The Prisoner's Van

Hurrying along a by-street, keeping as close as he can to the area railings, a man of about forty or fifty, clad in an old rusty suit of threadbare black cloth

I received a note " –– he said very tremulously, in a voice like a Punch with a cold –– "Yes," returned the other, "You did." ––"Exactly."—"Yes."

No what?" inquired Mrs. Bloss with a look of the most indescribable alarm. "No stomach," repeated Mrs. Tibbs with a shake of the head.

The dear little fellow, having recovered his animal spirits, was standing upon her most tender foot

"So exactly the air of a marquis," said the military gentleman

"How delightful, how refreshing it is, to retire from the cloudy storms, the vicissitudes, and the troubles of life, even if it be but for a few short fleeting moments!"

"Who was he?" inquired the surgeon. "My son!" rejoined the Woman; and fell senseless at his feet

The facetious Hardy, in fulfilment of the promise, had watched the child to a remote part of the vessel...

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