London: Wedges into the Slums

Where are they all gone, sir? Why, some’s gone down Whitechapel way; some’s gone in the Dials; some’s gone to Kentish Town; and some’s gone to the Workus. It’s awful; and everywhere the rents is run up so, that where we used to pay two-and-six a week we now has to pay four shillings and four-and-six. It’s about time now as the world come to an end.1