therather，ashelooksoutoftemperwhenhegivesthefire-plugadisparagingwrenchwiththatlargetuning-forkofhiswhichwouldwearouttheshoulderofhiscoat，butforaprecautionarypieceofinlaidleather。Fire-ladders，whichIamsatisfiednobodyknowsanythingabout，andthekeysofwhichwerelostinancienttimes，moulderawayinthelargerchurchyards，undereaveslikewoodeneyebrows；andsoremovedarethosecornersfromthehauntsofmenandboys，thatonceonafifthofNovemberIfounda’Guy’trustedtotakecareofhimselfthere，whilehisproprietorshadgonetodinner。OftheexpressionofhisfaceIcannotreport，becauseitwasturnedtothewall；buthisshruggedshouldersandhistenextendedfingers，appearedtodenotethathehadmoralisedinhislittlestrawchaironthemysteryofmortalityuntilhegaveitupasabadjob。
Youdonotcomeuponthesechurchyardsviolently；thereareshapesoftransitionintheneighbourhood。Anantiquatednewsshop，orbarber’sshop，apparentlybereftofcustomersintheearlierdaysofGeorgetheThird，wouldwarnmetolookoutforone，ifanydiscoveriesinthisrespectwereleftformetomake。Averyquietcourt，incombinationwithanunaccountabledyer’sandscourer’s，wouldpreparemeforachurchyard。Anexceedinglyretiringpublic-
house，withabagatelle-boardshadilyvisibleinasawdustyparlourshapedlikeanomnibus，andwithashelfofpunch-bowlsinthebar，wouldapprisemethatIstoodnearconsecratedground。A’Dairy，’
exhibitinginitsmodestwindowoneverylittlemilk-canandthreeeggs，wouldsuggesttomethecertaintyoffindingthepoultryhardby，peckingatmyforefathers。IfirstinferredthevicinityofSaintGhastlyGrim，fromacertainairofextrareposeandgloompervadingavaststackofwarehouses。
Fromthehushoftheseplaces，itiscongenialtopassintothehushedresortsofbusiness。DownthelanesIliketoseethecartsandwaggonshuddledtogetherinrepose，thecranesidle，andthewarehousesshut。PausinginthealleysbehindtheclosedBanksofmightyLombard-street，itgivesoneasgoodasarichfeelingtothinkofthebroadcounterswitharimalongtheedge，madefortellingmoneyouton，thescalesforweighingpreciousmetals，theponderousledgers，and，aboveall，thebrightcoppershovelsforshovellinggold。WhenIdrawmoney，itneverseemssomuchmoneyaswhenitisshovelledatmeoutofabrightcoppershovel。I