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Watching a military review at the lines was a popular entertainment in the 19th-century and in The Pickwick Papers Mr Pickwick and his friends go to enjoy the spectacle:. Mr Pickwick and his three companions stationed themselves in the front of the crowd, and patiently awaited the commencement of the proceedings.
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The throng was increasing every moment; and the efforts they were compelled to make, to retain the position they had gained, sufficiently occupied their attention during the two hours that ensued. At one time there was a sudden pressure from behind, and then Mr Pickwick was jerked forward for several yards, with a degree of speed and elasticity highly inconsistent with the general gravity of his demeanour; at another moment there was a request to 'keep back' from the front, and then the butt-end of a musket was either dropped upon Mr Pickwick's toe, to remind him of the demand, or thrust into his chest, to insure its being complied with.
Then some facetious gentlemen on the left, after pressing sideways in a body, and squeezing Mr Snodgrass into the very last extreme of human torture, would request to know 'vere he vos a shovin' to'; and when Mr Winkle had done expressing his excessive indignation at witnessing this unprovoked assault, some person behind would knock his hat over his eyes, and beg the favour of his putting his head in his pocket. These, and other practical witticisms, coupled with the unaccountable absence of Mr Tupman who had suddenly disappeared, and was nowhere to be found , rendered their situation upon the whole rather more uncomfortable than pleasing or desirable.
At length that low roar of many voices ran through the crowd which usually announces the arrival of whatever they have been waiting for. All eyes were turned in the direction of the sally-port. A few moments of eager expectation, and colours were seen fluttering gaily in the air, arms glistened brightly in the sun, column after column poured on to the plain. The troops halted and formed; the word of command rang through the line; there was a general clash of muskets as arms were presented; and the commander-in-chief, attended by Colonel Bulder and numerous officers, cantered to the front.
The military bands struck up altogether; the horses stood upon two legs each, cantered backwards, and whisked their tails about in all directions; the dogs barked, the mob screamed, the troops recovered, and nothing was to be seen on either side, as far as the eye could reach, but a long perspective of red coats and white trousers, fixed and motionless. Mr Pickwick had been so fully occupied in falling about, and disentangling himself, miraculously, from between the legs of horses, that he had not enjoyed sufficient leisure to observe the scene before him, until it assumed the appearance we have just described.
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When he was at last enabled to stand firmly on his legs, his gratification and delight were unbounded. Google map Wikipedia Back. Two months later 29 March the link with the North Kent Line at Strood was opened; and the new railway reached Dover Priory in Dickens, writing in Dullborough Town , travelled to Chatham Station in and is dismayed at the station having swallowed up his former playground. I began to look about me; and the first discovery I made, was, that the Station had swallowed up the playing-field.
It was gone. The two beautiful hawthorn-trees, the hedge, the turf, and all those buttercups and daisies, had given place to the stoniest of jolting roads: while, beyond the Station, an ugly dark monster of a tunnel kept its jaws open, as if it had swallowed them and were ravenous for more destruction. The coach that had carried me away, was melodiously called Timpson's Blue-Eyed Maid, and belonged to Timpson, at the coach-office up-street; the locomotive engine that had brought me back, was called severely No.
Photo Google map Wikipedia Back. In Dickens' time there was a pawnbroker's shop where the road to the right passes now. The gatehouse itself looks very much as it did in Dickens' time. The interior was modernized prior to Through its latticed window, a fire shines out upon the fast-darkening scene, involving in shadow the pendent masses of ivy and creeper covering the building's front.
As the deep Cathedral-bell strikes the hour, a ripple of wind goes through these at their distance, like a ripple of the solemn sound that hums through tomb and tower, broken niche and defaced statue, in the pile close at hand. Photo Google map More Info Back. Corn Exchange Map: E-6 This building, which dates from , operated as a corn exchange in Dickens' time.
It now offers lavish wedding settings in either the Prince Hall or the Queens Hall. It still features the stylized clock which hangs out over the high street.
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In The Uncommercial Traveller , Dullborough Town , Dickens tests his childhood memories by revisiting the building and its clock as an adult:. Of course the town had shrunk fearfully, since I was a child there. I had entertained the impression that the High-street was at least as wide as Regent-street, London, or the Italian Boulevard at Paris. I found it little better than a lane. There was a public clock in it, which I had supposed to be the finest clock in the world: whereas it now turned out to be as inexpressive, moon- faced, and weak a clock as ever I saw.
It belonged to a Town Hall, where I had seen an Indian who I now suppose wasn't an Indian swallow a sword which I now suppose he didn't. The edifice had appeared to me in those days so glorious a structure, that I had set it up in my mind as the model on which the Genie of the Lamp built the palace for Aladdin.
A mean little brick heap, like a demented chapel, with a few yawning persons in leather gaiters, and in the last extremity for something to do, lounging at the door with their hands in their pockets, and calling themselves a Corn Exchange! Eastgate House Map: F-7 is an Elizabethan mansion built in In Dickens' time the house was used as a girls' school.
In the house was purchased by the Rochester City Council and was used as the city museum. In the s the house became the Charles Dickens Centre, this closed in You turn a little to the right when you get to the end of the town; it stands by itself, some little distance off the high road, with the name on a brass plate on the gate. Dickens has given Rochester the fictional name of Cloisterham:.
In the midst of Cloisterham stands the Nuns' House: a venerable brick edifice, whose present appellation is doubtless derived from the legend of its conventual uses. On the trim gate enclosing its old courtyard is a resplendent brass plate flashing forth the legend: 'Seminary for Young Ladies. Miss Twinkleton. Dickens wrote that "The robbery was committed before the door, on the ground now covered by the room in which I write. A little rustic alehouse, called the Sir John Falstaff, is over the way, has been over the way ever since, in honour of the event. Its main purpose was to prevent invasion from the Maidstone Road to the River Medway.
After the wars the fort served a variety of purposes including military prison and lunatic asylum. It was used as a recruiting center during the First World War. During the Second World War it housed the headquarters of the Home Guard and an underground aircraft factory was built beneath the fort. The fort was allowed to fall into ruin after the war and now only the red brick keep, looking like a medieval castle, remains and is protected as a scheduled monument.
Fort Pitt Map: I-8 The Fort was built between and and initially formed a defense, along with Fort Clarence to the west and Fort Amherst to the northeast, as a defence from invasion from the south during the Napoleonic Wars. The fort became a hospital in and an asylum was added in , taking on the patients from nearby Fort Clarence.
Prompted by Florence Nightingale, the first Army Medical School was founded here in and moved to Netley in Hampshire three years later. In the s the site was converted to a girls school and still operates under the name of Fort Pitt Grammar School. Jackson's Field, a recreational area, now occupies a large portion of the former fort.
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He admired the house as a boy and his father told him if he worked hard he may some day come to live there. Dickens bought the house in and moved there in after the separation from Catherine. He died there on June 9, Dickens meets his childhood self on the road. The exchange recalls a scene from his past when he and his father would walk by Gads Hill Place.
So smooth was the old high road, and so fresh were the horses, and so fast went I, that it was midway between Gravesend and Rochester, and the widening river was bearing the ships, white sailed or black-smoked, out to sea, when I noticed by the wayside a very queer small boy. I took him up in a moment, and we went on. Presently, the very queer small boy says, 'This is Gads-hill we are coming to, where Falstaff went out to rob those travellers, and ran away.
But DO let us stop at the top of the hill, and look at the house there, if you please! And now, I am nine, I come by myself to look at it. And ever since I can recollect, my father, seeing me so fond of it, has often said to me, "If you were to be very persevering and were to work hard, you might some day come to live in it. I was rather amazed to be told this by the very queer small boy; for that house happens to be MY house, and I have reason to believe that what he said was true.
It housed local government offices in Dickens' time and operates today as a museum and features a room dedicated to Dickens. It was in this building, in Great Expectations , that young Pip was bound as apprentice to Joe the blacksmith. Young Pip, dragged to the building by the pompous Pumblechook, likens the experience to being committed to prison:. The Justices were sitting in the Town Hall near at hand, and we at once went over to have me bound apprentice to Joe in the Magisterial presence. I say, we went over, but I was pushed over by Pumblechook, exactly as if I had that moment picked a pocket or fired a rick; indeed, it was the general impression in Court that I had been taken red-handed, for, as Pumblechook shoved me before him through the crowd, I heard some people say, "What's he done?
The Hall was a queer place, I thought, with higher pews in it than a church - and with people hanging over the pews looking on - and with mighty Justices one with a powdered head leaning back in chairs, with folded arms, or taking snuff, or going to sleep, or writing, or reading the newspapers - and with some shining black portraits on the walls, which my unartistic eye regarded as a composition of hardbake and sticking-plaister.
Here, in a corner, my indentures were duly signed and attested, and I was "bound;" Mr Pumblechook holding me all the while as if we had looked in on our way to the scaffold, to have those little preliminaries disposed of. Minor Canon Corner was a quiet place in the shadow of the Cathedral, which the cawing of the rooks, the echoing footsteps of rare passers, the sound of the Cathedral bell, or the roll of the Cathedral organ, seemed to render more quiet than absolute silence.
Swaggering fighting men had had their centuries of ramping and raving about Minor Canon Corner, and beaten serfs had had their centuries of drudging and dying there, and powerful monks had had their centuries of being sometimes useful and sometimes harmful there, and behold they were all gone out of Minor Canon Corner, and so much the better.
Perhaps one of the highest uses of their ever having been there, was, that there might be left behind, that blessed air of tranquility which pervaded Minor Canon Corner, and that serenely romantic state of the mind - productive for the most part of pity and forbearance - which is engendered by a sorrowful story that is all told, or a pathetic play that is played out. Peter Ackroyd in Dickens gives this description: "It was a comfortable although by no means spacious house; John Dickens always seems to prefer new buildings, and the houses in this terrace had only recently been constructed. And it was a typical building of its period: the narrow hallway, the dining room on the first floor, and the parlour above it.
There was a bedroom on this floor, too, for the parents and then up a further staircase to two attic rooms, one for the servants and one for the children. The family lived here until they moved to The Brook, closer to the dock yard, in In Great Expectations Pip describes the house:. Uncle Pumblechook's premises, in the High-Street of the market town, were of a peppercorny and farinaceous character as the premises of a corn chandler and seedsman should be.
Mr Sapsea's premises are in the High-street, over against the Nuns' House. They are of about the period of the Nuns' House, irregularly modernised here and there, as steadily deteriorating generations found, more and more, that they preferred air and light to Fever and the Plague. Over the doorway is a wooden effigy, about half life-size, representing Mr Sapsea's father, in a curly wig and toga, in the act of selling.
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The chastity of the idea, and the natural appearance of the little finger, hammer, and pulpit, have been much admired. They were joined together in by inserting a third building between the two, to create a larger house. Some of the windows had been walled up; of those that remained, all the lower were rustily barred. There was a court-yard in front, and that was barred No brewing was going on in it, and none seemed to have gone on for a long long time. Victorian engineers found the stone foundation of the Roman bridge.
A wooden bridge spanned the Medway here during medieval times and in the first stone bridge was built. The stone bridge lasted until when a cast iron bridge replaced it. But hardly had the Great Queen died before Englishmen began that colonizing movement which has carried their language the whole world round and established their civilization in every quarter of the globe. Within three centuries after Elizabeth's day the use of English as a native speech had grown quite thirtyfold.