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Sep 22, 2011 · In The Hole in the Wall, Stephen does see a variety of ethnic types when his grandfather first escorts him through Ratcliffe Highway — Africans, Spaniards, Malays, Lascars, Russians, and Swedes — but the central villains, Dan Ogle, Blind George, and Mrs Grimes, are all English, as are the protagonist Stephen and his family. Dan Ogle’s consort, Musky Mag, is formally named Margaret Flynn ...
- Diana Maltz
- (Southern Oregon University)
- 2011
- Chapter I
- Chapter II
- Chapter III
- Chapter IV
- Chapter V
- Chapter Vi
- Chapter VII
- Chapter VIII
- Chapter IX
- Chapter X
STEPHEN'S TALE
My grandfather was a publican—and a sinner, as you will see. Hispublic-house was the Hole in the Wall, on the river's edge at Wapping;and his sins—all of them that I know of—are recorded in these pages.He was a widower of some small substance, and the Hole in the Wall wasnot the sum of his resources, for he owned a little wharf on the riverLea. I called him Grandfather Nat, not to distinguish him among amultitude of grandfathers—for indeed I never knew another of myown—but because of affectio...
IN BLUE GATE
While his mother's relations walked out of Stephen's tale, and left hisgrandfather in it, the tales of all the world went on, each man hero inhis own. Viney and Marr were owners of the brig Juno, away in tropic seas, withStephen's father chief mate; and at this time the tale of Viney and Marrhad just divided into two, inasmuch as the partners were separated andthe firm was at a crisis—the crisis responsible for the withholding ofMrs. Kemp's half-pay. No legal form had dissolved the firm, inde...
STEPHEN'S TALE
I had never been home with Grandfather Nat before. I fancy that somescruples of my mother's, in the matter of the neighbourhood and thecharacter of the company to be seen and heard at the Hole in the Wall,had hitherto kept me from the house, and even from the sugary elysium ofthe London Dock. Now I was going there at last, and something of eageranticipation overcame the sorrow of the day. We went in an omnibus, which we left in Commercial Road. Here mygrandfather took order to repair my disap...
STEPHEN'S TALE
Many small matters of my first few hours at the Hole in the Wall wereimpressed on me by later events. In particular I remember the innocentcuriosity with which I asked: "Did you ever kill a man, Gran'fa' Nat?" There was a twitch and a frown on my grandfather's face, and he sat backas one at a moment's disadvantage. I thought that perhaps he was tryingto remember. But he only said, gruffly, and with a quick sound like asnort: "Very nigh killed myself once or twice, Stevy, in my time," androse...
IN THE HIGHWAY
The Hole in the Wall being closed, its customers went their severalways; the sailors, shouting and singing, drifting off with their retinuealong Wapping Wall toward Ratcliff; Mr. Cripps, fuller than usual offree drinks—for the sailors had come a long voyage and wereproportionally liberal—scuffling off, steadily enough, on the way thatled to Limehouse; for Mr. Cripps had drunk too much and too long ever tobe noticeably drunk. And last of all, when the most undecided of thestragglers from Capta...
STEPHEN'S TALE
High under the tiles of the Hole in the Wall, I had at first a night ofdisturbed sleep. I was in my old familiar cot, which had been broughtduring the evening, on a truck. But things were strange, and, inparticular, my grandfather, who slept on the opposite side of the room,snored so amazingly, and with a sound so unlike anything I had everheard before, that I feared he must be choking to death, and climbed outof bed, once, to see. There were noises from without too, sometimes ofdiscordant si...
STEPHEN'S TALE
We walked first to the head of the stairs, where opened a wide pictureof the Thames and all its traffic, and where the walls were plasteredwith a dozen little bills, each headed "Found Drowned," and each withthe tale of some nameless corpse under the heading. "That's my boat, Stevy," said my grandfather, pointing to a littledinghy with a pair of sculls in her; "our boat, if you like, seeing aswe're pardners. Now you shall do which you like; walk along to the dock,where the sugar is, or come o...
STEPHEN'S TALE
I found it quite true that one might eat the loose sugar wherever hejudged it clean enough—as most of it was. And nothing but GrandfatherNat's restraining hand postponed my first bilious attack. Thus it was that I made acquaintance with the Highway, and with theLondon Docks, in their more picturesque days, and saw and delighted in athousand things more than I can write. Port was drunk then, and hundredsof great pipes lay in rows on a wide quay where men walked with woodenclubs, whacking each...
STEPHEN'S TALE
Somebody had gone for a doctor, it was said, but a doctor was not alwayseasy to find in Wapping. Mrs. Grimes, who was at some late workupstairs, was not disturbed at first by the noise, since excitement wasnot uncommon in the neighbourhood. But now she came to the stairfootdoor, and peeped and hurried back. For myself, I squeezed into a farcorner and stared, a little sick; for there was a deal of blood, and Joethe potman was all dabbled, like a slaughterman. My grandfather returned almost on...
STEPHEN'S TALE
I went to bed early that night—as soon as Mrs. Grimes was gone, infact. My grandfather had resolved that such a late upsitting as lastnight's must be no more than an indulgence once in a way. He came upwith me, bringing the cash-box to put away in the little wall-cupboardagainst his bed-head where it always lay, at night, with a pistol by itsside. Grandfather Nat peeped to see the pocket-book safe once more, andchuckled as he locked it away. This done, he sat by my side, and talkedtill I bega...
Jan 1, 1994 · Arthur Morrison. Arthur George Morrison (1863-1945) was an English author and journalist, known for his realistic novels about London's East End and for his detective stories. In 1890, he left his job as a clerk at the People's Palace and joined the editorial staff of the Evening Globe newspaper. The following year, he published a story titled ...
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Jul 24, 2024 · This was a mock execution attempting to get the resistance fighter, Georges Blind, to talk. It didn’t work. Georges did not divulge any information. It’s interesting how they’ve placed him at the corner of the building rather than against the stereotypical flat wall. It must make ricochet injuries to the firing squad members much less likely.
The Hole in the Wall introduces an element of mystery, crossing over thematically with the detective stories featuring Martin Hewitt that Morrison also penned. Arthur George Morrison (1 November 1863 - 4 December 1945) was an English writer and journalist known for his realistic novels and stories about working-class life in London's East End, and for his detective stories, featuring the ...
- Arthur Morrison
- McClure, Phillips & Company, 1902
- the University of Michigan
- The Hole in the WallMethuen Colonial Library
1 9 7 2 (UK) 7 x 25 minute episodes. Young Stephen Kemp was taken to live with his grandfather, Nathaniel, after the death of his mother. Nat Kemp (Joseph O’Conor) – the publican of the ‘Hole in the Wall’ public house on the edge of the River Thames at Wapping – was determined to keep his grandson apart from the seamier side of the Docklands but Stephen had a natural inquisitiveness ...
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The Hole in the Wall. Arthur Morrison. Simon and Schuster, May 12, 2014 - Fiction - 187 pages. Arthur George Morrison (1 November 1863 - 4 December 1945) was an English writer and journalist known for his realistic novels and stories about working-class life in London's East End, and for his detective stories, featuring the detective Martin ...
