“ It seems, again, when one contemplates this mass of humanity—this compact round ball of men and women, to make which two millions have been brought together—as if any one life was nothing, as if the life of any one out of the heap—any girl, any lad—was wholly unimportant and trivial, however that life were spent. That is not so: every heap is made up of atoms; the influence of the individual is as great in a densely populated place as in a village. One example is precious—beyond all price—in a model dwelling-house of Bermondsey as in the most retired community of rustics. ”
Walter Besant
Summary
Walter Besant’s South London is a descriptive and historical examination of the region’s geography, social dynamics, and evolving identity, focusing on areas such as Bermondsey, Southwark, and Lambeth. Through vivid portrayals of marshes, embankments, and lively High Streets, Besant explores the interaction between urban development and natural environments, while reflecting on the endurance of individual lives within crowded communities.
The text contrasts historical landmarks such as Thames-side inns and declining neighborhoods with the energy of markets and pilgrimages, offering a nuanced depiction of South London’s past and present. Besant’s work highlights how the region’s character is influenced by its changing social structure and the lasting imprint of its physical and cultural landscape.
Quotes from South London (Walter Besant)
“ It was a company of tall and strong men; young, every one, with long fair hair and blue eyes. From the grey walls of the town, from the Bridge on the river, the citizens saw the splendid array rushing up to destroy them if they could. At the Bridge, the foremost stop: they go no farther; those behind cry 'Forward!' and those in front cry 'Back!' The Bridge would suffer none to pass; and so, jammed together, perhaps lashed together, as when Olaf was to meet his death five years later in his last splendid sea-fight, they essayed to take the city by assault. ”
“ It was easy to get into the open country on every side of the City walls, but there was no place so pleasant as the Lambeth Marsh and the Bankside: none that offered so many and such various attractions. The flag flying over the Theatre proclaimed that a play was forward: the number of those who loved the play more than the baiting increased daily: there was never a time when the citizens did not love the green fields and the woods: and these lay behind Paris Gardens and the Bank, beyond the barking of the dogs and the roar of the crowd and the blare of the music and the stink of the kennels. ”
