60 AN AMERICAN FARMER IN ENGLAND. 



CHAPTER VI. 



THE PEOPLE AT LIVERPOOL. POVERTY. MERCHANTS. SHOPKEEPERS. 



WOMEN. SOLDIERS. CHILDREN. DONKEYS AND DRAY HORSES. 



I HAVE mentioned the most general features of the town 

 which, at first sight, on landing in Europe from New York, 

 strike me as peculiar. Having given you its still life, you 

 will wish me to people it. 



After we had wandered for about an hour through the 

 streets the first afternoon we were ashore, I remarked that 

 we had not yet seen a single well-dressed man, not one per 

 son that in America would have been described as &quot;of 

 respectable appearance.&quot; We were astonished to observe 

 with what an unmingled stream of poverty the streets were 

 swollen, and J. remarked that if what we had seen was a fair 

 indication of the general condition of the masses here, he 

 should hardly feel justified in dissuading them from using 

 violent and anarchical means to bring down to themselves a 

 share of the opportunities and comforts of those &quot;higher 

 classes&quot; that seem to be so utterly separated from them. 

 There are a great many Irish in Liverpool, but the most that 

 we had thus far seen evidently were English, yet not En 

 glish as we have known them. Instead of the stout, full-faced 

 John Bulls, we had seen but few that were not thin, meagre, 

 and pale. There w^s somewhat rarely an appearance of ac 

 tual misery, but a stupid, hopeless, state-prison-for-life sort 

 of expression. There were not unfrequently some exceptions 



