Evening takes place at Sadler's Wells Theatre on the edge of town
A young family's attempts to escape the crush and heat of the city have ended
ironically, in exhaustion and frustration
Finally, Hogarth takes us at night to Charing Cross
A chamber pot is emptied out of a high window
Its contents fall towards a drunk freemason as he staggers home
His light illuminates a group of homeless children
who huddle against a wall trying to sleep
Balanced precariously above their heads
- bowls of fresh blood on the barber surgeon's windowsill
(中世纪欧洲的外科医生常作为医生替病人放血治疗)
Hogarth renamed the very streets of the city
after the alcoholic drinks that were fuelling such debauchery and cheer
A warning of the evils of gin
and a celebration of the healthy properties of beer
Well, there's one particular smell I don't like
It's this dampness that comes at the end of the weekend
at the back of these restaurants where everything's been removed
It's a sort of... I don't know how to describe it
like a stale grease, food
It's a very depressing smell, you know what I mean?