A Fever Den
The Mercury Independent, 28 June, 1881
This is a description of one of the hidden courts in Marylebone, normally
not entered by better-off people:-
"Now if you are to see as bad a den as exists in this part of
London, I'll take you there; its close by."
We assent with alacrity and follow our guide back into Upper Lisson
Grove. At the lower end, just before reaching the Marylebone Road, our
communicative guide stops. I should advise you to hold your handkerchiefs
in your hands," he says, "You may require them. We are going
into one of the foulest dens in the district."
Having favoured us with this attractive introduction, he leads the
way up a passage some three feet wide. The narrow gangway is bounded
by walls some eight feet high, and the lane thus formed is so long as
to give one the idea of our being led into a trap. We know our guide
has no such intention however and follow him with confidence. As we reach
the end, we are met by a most nauseous odour, which strikes one as being
the veritable fever smell. This is what must be meant by the allusion
to our handkerchiefs. Careful not to inhale the poisonous air, we pass
under the archway and find ourselves in a square some fifty feet across.
The place is surrounded by one-storey tenements, each being fronted by
a so called garden bordered by broken railings. In the centre stands
a dilapidated pump, and the place has the most ruinous and woebegone
aspect. The smell is dreadful, especially at the corner where we enter,
caused, we are informed, by the bursting of a drain. There are twenty
four houses round the square in all, twenty two of which are inhabited.
They are all in a ramshackle condition, yet each of the twenty two houses
harbours two families, one in each room, consisting in one case of eleven
persons who sleep and eat, drink, when they have anything to eat or drink,
in one room eleven feet square. Several of the upper floors let the water
in through the roofs, while the staircases are in a dilapidated condition.
As we enter the square the officer accosts a woman who is hanging some
clothes to dry on a clothes line.
"Well Mrs. --- how are you getting on?"
“Nicely thank you kindly sir."
“You have some work to do 1 see."
"Well sir, 1 manage to pay my way. 1 got a little sewing
this week and now I've got some more coming in this afternoon.
I can't do as much as I would like to though because of the smell.
It's very bad sometimes."
"It's bad enough now," we remark, joining in the conversation. "But
are not the authorities looking into the matter? Surely this state
of things has not been going on long."
"Well sir, it's always been bad since 1 came here two months
ago. The two houses at the end are empty now; they can't get anyone
to take them. The stench is so bad. They rose the rents all round
six weeks ago except those two. When 1 first came here 1 paid six
shillings but 1 have to pay seven now. They used to be five 1 am
told. It's very unhealthy here. We've got two down at the fever
hospital now, but what are we to do?
"Surely people would be better off in the workhouse than
living in such a place as this?"
"Well yes sir, 1 suppose they would, but people have such
a horror of the House. They won't go into it now if they can keep
out of it. 1 think they are wrong. Thank God 1 have always been
able to keep out myself, but if 1 could not get enough work to
get my little comforts somehow, 1 would ask for an order at once.'
We thank our intelligent informant and make a tour of the 'square',
talking to some of the residents. It is acknowledged to be foul and unhealthy,
the rents are high, but there was nowhere else to go.
A representative of this journal has since visited the locality indicated.
It is certainly not the foulest den fever den in the district as in the
very next court there is a much graver danger to the inhabitants who
are fully aware of the necessity for a change, and have frequently appealed
to the landlord as the person most directly responsible for the nuisance.
Should the remedy not be forthcoming, the sanitary authorities ought
at once to take action. With the prospect of a hot summer before us and
the warning of the mortality caused by cholera in Spain before our eyes,
no one can say that matters like these may not prove of life and death
importance to many besides those immediately affected.'
End of newspaper report.
In Trollope's Barchester Chronicles, Mr Grantley says
that the wretched curate Slope, who made everyone's life a misery, came
'from the slums of Marylebone'. No doubt there were other slums in Marylebone
besides Lisson Grove, but they must have been famous for an author to
expect his readers to recognise their abject level - and therefore to
be able to let his character use them as a term of abuse.
It is housing conditons like this that prompted Booth to carry out
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