Dixon Scott

Liverpool


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       Dixon Scott

      Liverpool

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066233631

       LIVERPOOL CHAPTER I THE RIVER

       § 1.

       § 2.

       § 3.

       § 4.

       § 5.

       CHAPTER II THE DOCKS

       § 1.

       § 2.

       § 3.

       § 4.

       § 5.

       § 6.

       CHAPTER III THE CITY

       § 1.

       § 2.

       § 3.

       § 4.

       § 5.

       § 6.

       § 7.

       § 8.

       § 9.

       CHAPTER IV THE SUBURBS

       § 1.

       § 2.

       § 3.

       § 4.

       § 5.

       § 6.

       § 7.

       § 8.

       § 9.

       § 10.

       § 11.

       § 12.

       CHAPTER V THE SLUMS

       § 1.

       § 2.

       § 3.

       § 4.

       § 5.

       § 6.

       § 7.

       INDEX

       CHAPTER I

       THE RIVER

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      § 1.

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      That fine fellow (a Scotchman, I understand) who so handsomely acknowledged the thoughtfulness displayed by Providence in “constraining the great rivers of England to run in such convenient proximity to the great towns” would have found in Liverpool-on-the-Mersey an altogether exceptional opportunity for thanksgiving. For it is upon her River, with a very singular completeness, that the existence of this great, complex, modern organism unanimously depends. Rob her of her duties as port and harbour, and she becomes impossible. Other duties, of course, she has: among the labyrinths of effort which her million people have created all about them, you will find tobacco-factories, corn-mills, soap-works, breweries, sugar-refineries, and a dozen other quite flourishing industrial exploits; but these, even if they were not in large measure directly derived from the River itself—the voice of the River, so to say, announcing itself in other dialects—are never really fundamental. They could be plucked away, as her famous Potteries were plucked away at the opening of the nineteenth century, as her Chemical Works were plucked away some decades later, without producing anything but the mildest and most parochial of disturbances. Certainly, there would be no crisis: the great machine would still throb equably, the procession of her continually advancing life would still move magnificently on. But if you rob her of her river-born attributes, you leave her utterly dismantled. Let the river-estuary silt up, as river-estuaries have been known to do, as this