Lab
Library
Journal
Shop
Sign in
to keep
Share image
1
235
The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft
·
George Gissing
171
I
thought
of
this
as
I
stood
yesterday
watching
a
noble
sunset,
which
brought
back
to
my
memory
the
sunsets
of
a
London
autumn,
thirty
years
ago;
more
glorious,
it
seems
to
me,
than
any
I
have
since
beheld.
It
happened
that,
on
one
such
evening,
I
was
by
the
river
at
Chelsea,
with
nothing
to
do
except
to
feel
that
I
was
hungry,
and
to
reflect
that,
before
morning,
I
should
be
hungrier
still.
I
loitered
upon
Battersea
Bridge--the
old
picturesque
wooden
bridge,
and
there
the
western
sky
took
hold
upon
me.
Half
an
hour
later,
I
was
speeding
home.
I
sat
down,
and
wrote
a
description
of
what
I
had
seen,
and
straightway
sent
it
to
an
evening
newspaper,
which,
to
my
astonishment,
published
the
thing
next
day--"On
Battersea
Bridge."
How
proud
I
was
of
that
little
bit
of
writing!
I
should
not
much
like
to
see
it
again,
for
I
thought
it
then
so
good
that
I
am
sure
it
would
give
me
an
unpleasant
sensation
now.
Still,
I
wrote
it
because
I
enjoyed
doing
so,
quite
as
much
as
because
I
was
hungry;
and
the
couple
of
guineas
it
brought
me
had
as
pleasant
a
ring
as
any
money
I
ever
earned.
Marker
Marker
Fine marker
White-out
Fine white-out
Circle
Paint
Unmarker
Hand
Scalpel
Dice
Sieve
Purify
Undo
Redo
Start over
