The Last Night of the Great Riots
The gutters of the street and every crack and fissure in the stones, ran with scorching spirits. Some stooped with their lips to the brink and never raised their heads again, others sprang up from their fiery draught, and danced, half in a mad triumph, and half in the agony of suffocation, until they fell, and steeped their corpses in the liquor that had killed them.
Harry Furniss
1910
13.8 cm x 9.2 cm (5 ⅜ by 3 ⅝ inches), vignetted
Dickens's Barnaby Rudge, The Charles Dickens Library Edition (1910), facing VI, 530.
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Scanned image and text by Philip V. Allingham.