Beer, happy Produce of our Isle
Can sinewy Strength impart,
And wearied with Fatigue and Toil
Can cheer each manly Heart
Hogarth was the
man who chronicled London in the 18th Century - a proto blogger, if you will. His engravings often had a moral to them - this is the idyll of Beer Street
, compared to the terror of Gin Lane
. At the time, everyone drank beer, water wasn't safe, and gin was seen as evil.
This is in Hogarth's House, which you can visit and I recommend that you do. I don't need to tell you much more, because Diamond Geezer did so yesterday
, so I'll just add a picture of the detail of Gin Lane here
, so you can see Hogarth's astonishing talent and a picture of the house here
. You can see bit of the 300 year old mulberry tree on the left, the berries are truly fantastic - expect to get in an awful mess.
Actually, there is one little bit I could add...it always amuses me when I hear the traffic announcement about the "jams at the Hogarth Roundabout" (this is a notorious black spot) .... how small a percentage of listeners will know why it is called that. You all do now, though.
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