The Ruin of Fleet Street
How much of our money we had spent, I scarcely like to say for fear of not being believed. Of my little pittance fifteen shillings were gone, and the others had been "liberal" in proportion. There were married men among them, and what was left in the publican's till was wanted at home. But of that I knew nothing-cared nothing-as I lay down to rest with my brain in a whirl of excitement, seething with mad dreams of fame and fortune, idle enough as time has shown, but, like the fantasies of the opium-eater, very pleasant while they lasted.
OUR ROOMS IN FLEET STREET-SHABBOT AND RECKLESS.
AFTER a few weeks, during which I lived by odd contributions to the journals published at "Will's" [Young Briton etc.] office, I secured a regular engagement, and one wa