Quarrelsome old Suke, who has been hobbling all the day on her crutches through the streets, now descends the ladder quickly to join the party, and is blowing-up her ould man for not taking hold of her crutches, ‘as he knows she doesn’t vant ’em now.’ Behind the stove, the row has become so great, from the copious draughts of liquor and jollity of the Cadgers, that the gin measure and glasses are thrown at each other; and their crutches and wooden legs are brought in contact to finish the turn-up, till they are again wanted to cadge with the next day. The black one-legged fiddler is strumming away to enliven the party; and the peck and booze is lying about in such lots, that it would supply numerous poor families if they had had the office given to them where to apply for it….