Will it not seem strange, that a public bouse should be a receptacle for rogues, two and twenty years, and its licence still continue; and this, although John Greatorex, at the other end of the road, lost his licence without cause assigned? The magistrate who said "that he granted a licence to a house which had been put down for a year, because he did not like to hurt the property; and because the house had been newly fitted up in a tasteful manner;" adding, that "the walls had committed no crime!"[1] gave but a puerile excuse for one of his numerous partialities. I never go down Bethnal green without thinking of him, and his associates, with a grin.
THE PUBLIC BREWERS AND DISTILLERS
Are deserving of notice here, from the quantity of manœuvring they are always at with their customers, with the public, and with each other. Their conduct towards the publicans is of the most unjustifiable nature (we hope there are exceptions): these are accused of not filling their measures, which they attribute to the quantity of air that the machine forces into the beer; but one
- ↑ See Police Report of Examinations bsfore the House of Commons' committee.
