Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 434 Volume 17, New Series, April 24, 1852   By: Various

Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 434 Volume 17, New Series, April 24, 1852 is a captivating collection of essays, short stories, and articles that provides readers with a delightful glimpse into the culture and society of mid-19th century Britain. The diverse range of topics covered in each issue offers something for everyone, from historical anecdotes to literary critiques.

The writing is sharp, insightful, and engaging, drawing readers in with its vivid descriptions and thought-provoking commentary. The publication's commitment to intellectual discourse is evident throughout, making it a valuable resource for readers interested in exploring the ideas and issues of the time.

Overall, Chambers's Edinburgh Journal is a must-read for anyone with a passion for history, literature, or social commentary. Its timeless appeal ensures that it remains a relevant and enjoyable read even over a century later.

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It is said that everything is to be had in London. There is truth enough in the observation; indeed, rather too much. The conviction that everything is to be had, whether you are in want of it or not, is forced upon you with a persistence that becomes oppressive; and you find that, owing to everything being so abundantly plentiful, there is one thing which is not to be had, do what you will, though you would like it, have it if you could and that one thing is just one day's exemption from the persecutions of Puff in its myriad shapes and disguises. But it is not to be allowed; all the agencies that will work at all are pressed into the service of pushing and puffing traffic; and we are fast becoming, from a nation of shopkeepers, a nation in a shop. If you walk abroad, it is between walls swathed in puffs; if you are lucky enough to drive your gig, you have to 'cut in and out' between square vans of crawling puffs; if, alighting, you cast your eyes upon the ground, the pavement is stencilled with puffs; if in an evening stroll you turn your eye towards the sky, from a paper balloon the clouds drop puffs... Continue reading book >>