History & The Arts
In smokiest Sheffield
...world. On our first morning the sun, when it climbed to the upper heavens, found a little hole in the dun pall, and shone down through it, and tried to pierce through the more immediate cloud above the works; but it could not, and it ended by shutting the hole under it, and disappearing. Beyond the foul avenues thridding the region of the works, and smelling of the decay...