't say, Sir. But they've done it, any way.

[INDIGNANT GENTLEMAN _delivers a withering Philippic against the
Executive in general, and_ MR. FITZROY _in particular, which is
respectfully received by the Passengers, but does not excite much
attention from the Railway Officials, whom he threatens violently with
damages to a large amount_. THE UNPROTECTED FEMALE, _who has heard the
preceding dialogue, seems stupefied. She has not uttered even a cry or
an exclamation, but sits helpless and hopeless, amidst a barricade of
her luggage_.

_Practical Man (who has hitherto said nothing, but heard everything,--to
a Porter.)_ Can I get a man to carry my luggage?

_1st Porter._ We'll carry on it all outside the Station, Sir; there's
men there--

_2nd Porter (shouldering a mountain of Portmanteaus)._ And wehicles--

_3rd Porter (upheaving a similar load, and half to himself)._ Sich as
they is.

[_The Porters have by this time arrived at the luggage of_ THE
UNPROTECTED, _who still sits as if crushed by the blow_.

_Cheery Porter._ Now, Marm; jest sit up off the trunk, will ye--

_The Unprotected (suddenly awaking to a sense of her desolation)._
Oh!--where?

_Cheery Porter._ Anyvheres, ma'am; only let me ketch a hold. Now, JEM.

[_Her luggage is appropriated by the united efforts of two Porters,
who are bearing it off._

_Unprotected Female (vaguely following and clutching at the load.)_
Oh!--but where to? You never can--it's to 38, Great Coram Street--and
there's bottles in the bag,--by the name of JONES. Oh--please--couldn't
you--

_Cheery Porter._ All right, 'M. You'll p'raps get a trap outside. This
way, Ma'am--it's all right.

SCENE _changes to exterior of Station. Here the full extent of the
Metropolitan calamity is apparent. Amidst the stranded packages of the
day's arrivals, are seen heaped together the exhausted Passengers
sitting, lying, or standing about, among, and upon them, like
shipwrecked sailors amidst the debris of a lee-shore. Crowds of Cabmen,
in various stages of intoxication, are gathered together, triumphing in
the desolation they have made. A miscellaneous collection of vehicles of
all descriptions is vainly endeavouring to supply the place of Cabs, and
an impression is being slowly made on the piles of luggage. The
Conveyances include most things on wheels--from a costermonger's truck
with the smallest of donkeys, to a battered old Sheriff's carriage drawn
by two large c