nephew, is furious at our daring to take the
title which belongs to our betters. The very next door (No. 46, the
Honorable Mrs. Mountnoddy,) is a house of five stories, shooting up
proudly into the air, thirty feet above our old high-roofed low-roomed
old tenement. Our house belongs to Captain Bragg, not only the landlord
but the son-in-law of Mrs. Cammysole, who lives a couple of hundred
yards down the street, at "The Bungalow." He was the commander of the
"Ram Chunder" East Indiaman, and has quarrelled with the Pocklingtons
ever since he bought houses in the parish.

He it is who will not sell or alter his houses to suit the spirit of the
times. He it is who, though he made the widow Cammysole change the name
of her street, will not pull down the house next door, nor the baker's
next, nor the iron-bedstead and feather warehouse ensuing, nor the
little barber's with the pole, nor, I am ashamed to say, the tripe-shop,
still standing. The barber powders the heads of the great footmen from
Pocklington Gardens; they are so big that they can scarcely sit in his
little premises. And the old tavern, the "East Indiaman," is kept by
Bragg's ship-steward, and protests against the "Pocklington Arms."

Down the road is Pocklington Chapel, Rev. Oldham Slocum--in brick, with
arched windows and a wooden belfry: sober, dingy, and hideous. In the
centre of Pocklington Gardens rises St. Waltheof's, the Rev. Cyril
Thuryfer and assistants--a splendid Anglo-Norman edifice, vast, rich,
elaborate, bran new, and intensely old. Down Avemary Lane you may hear
the clink of the little Romish chapel bell. And hard by is a large
broad-shouldered Ebenezer (Rev. Jonas Gronow), out of the windows of
which the hymns come booming all Sunday long.

Going westward along the line, we come presently to Comandine House (on
a part of the gardens of which Comandine Gardens is about to be erected
by his lordship); farther on, "The Pineries," Mr. and Lady Mary Mango:
and so we get into the country, and out of Our Street altogether, as I
may say. But in the half-mile, over which it may be said to extend, we
find all sorts and conditions of people--from the Right Honorable Lord
Comandine down to the present topographer; who being of no rank as it
were, has the fortune to be treated on almost friendly footing by all,
from his lordship down to the tradesman.

OUR HOUSE IN OUR STREET

We must begin our little descriptions where they say charity should
begin-