London Labour and the London Poor, Volume 1
Mayhew, Henry
1861
Of the Cries, Rounds, and Days of Costermongers.
I shall now proceed to treat of the London costermongers' mode of doing business. | |
In the place all the goods they sell are cried or "hawked," and the cries of the costermongers in the present day are as varied as the articles they sell. The principal ones, uttered in a sort of cadence, are now, "Ni-ew mackerel, a shilling." ("I've got a good jacketing many a Sunday morning," said dealer, "for waking people up with crying mackerel, but I've said, 'I must live while you sleep.'") "Buy a pair of live soles, pair for "—or, with a barrow, "Soles, a pair, a pair;" "Plaice alive, alive, cheap;" "Buy a pound crab, cheap;" "Pine-apples, a slice;" "Mussels a penny a quart;" "Oysters, a penny a lot;" "Salmon alive, a pound;" "Cod alive, a pound;" "Real Yarmouth bloaters, a penny;" "New herrings alive, a groat" (this is the loudest cry of any); "Penny a bunch turnips" (the same with greens, cabbages, &c.); "All new nuts, half-pint;" "Oranges, a penny;" "All large and alive-O, new sprats, O, a plate;" | |
53 | "Wi-ild Hampshire rabbits, a shilling;" "Cherry ripe, a pound;" "Fine ripe plums, a pint;" "Ing-uns, a penny a quart;" "Eels, bs. a shilling—large live eels bs. a shilling." |
The continual calling in the streets is very distressing to the voice. man told me that it had broken his, and that very often while out he lost his voice altogether. "They seem to have no breath," the men say, "after calling for a little while." The repeated shouting brings on a hoarseness, which is of the peculiar characteristics of hawkers in general. The costers mostly go out with a boy to cry their goods for them. If they have or hallooing together, it makes more noise than , and the boys can shout better and louder than the men. The more noise they can make in a place the better they find their trade. Street-selling has been so bad lately that many have been obliged to have a drum for their bloaters, "to drum the fish off," as they call it. | |
In the place, the costermongers, as I said before, have mostly their little bit of a "round;" that is, they go only to certain places; and if they don't sell their goods they "work back" the same way again. If they visit a respectable quarter, they confine themselves to the mews near the gentlemen's houses. They generally prefer the poorer neighbourhoods. They go down or through almost all the courts and alleys—and avoid the better kind of streets, unless with lobsters, rabbits, or onions. If they have anything inferior, they visit the low Irish districts—for the Irish people, they say, want only quantity, and care nothing about quality— they don't study. But if they have anything they wish to make a price of, they seek out the mews, and try to get it off among the gentlemen's coachmen, for will have what is good; or else they go among the residences of mechanics,—for their wives, they say, like good-living as well as the coachmen. Some costers, on the other hand, go chance rounds. | |
Concerning the busiest days of the week for the coster's trade, they say Wednesdays and Fridays are the best, because they are regular fish days. These days are considered to be those on which the poorer classes generally run short of money. Wednesday night is called "draw night" among some mechanics and labourers —that is, they then get a portion of their wages in advance, and on Friday they run short as well as on the Wednesday, and have to make shift for their dinners. With the few halfpence they have left, they are glad to pick up anything cheap, and the street-fishmonger never refuses an offer. Besides, he can supply them with a cheaper dinner than any other person. In the season the poor generally dine upon herrings. The poorer classes live mostly on fish, and the "dropped" and "rough" fish is bought chiefly for the poor. The fish-huckster has no respect for persons, however; assured me that if Prince Halbert was to stop him in the street to buy a pair of soles of him, he'd as soon sell him a "rough pair as any other man—indeed, I'd take in my own father," he added, "if he wanted to deal with me." Saturday is the worst day of all for fish, for then the poor people have scarcely anything at all to spend; Saturday night, however, the streetseller takes more money than at any other time in the week. | |