The Brighton of my Boyhood 



broad stripes of fresh paint in scarlet and 

 blue. Another victim was an old bachelor, 

 a retired leather-merchant from London. 

 He had long rendered himself ridiculous 

 and unpopular by his frequent letters in the 

 local papers, in which he ''begged to call 

 attention to " everything, in short, which 

 he did not like, from the ringing of church 

 bells to the playing of children in the 

 streets. He met his reward : and was as- 

 tounded well-nigh out of his wits on being 

 informed by the early milkwoman, that all 

 his front parlour windows, and his hall door 

 too, were wholly plastered over with adver- 

 tisements worded thus : 



Mothers ! 



Inquire within for Prigg's Patent Panacea Powders 

 for the alleviation of all the Disorders and Diseases 

 incidental to Infancy ! 



I remember, too, when all Brighton 

 turned out to see the race between the 

 Marquis of Waterford and his friends in 

 invalid carriages drawn by very doddering 

 old men. 



The safety and good conduct of our 

 rather rowdy little Brighton was left at 

 nights in the care of the watchmen. Old 

 Charlies, as we called them, who during 

 their perambulations round the town, crying 

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