The hands to work the pumps are always forthcoming on the spot at any hour of the night, not alone for goodwill, as every man—­and there have been as many as five hundred employed at a time—­receives one shilling for the first hour and sixpence for every succeeding one, together with refreshments.  In France, the law empowers the firemen to seize upon the bystanders, and compel them to give their services, without fee or reward.  An Englishman at Bordeaux, whilst looking on, some few years since, was forced, in spite of his remonstrances, to roll wine-casks for seven hours out of the vicinity of a conflagration.  We need not say which plan answers best.  A Frenchman runs away, as soon as the sapeurs-pompiers make their appearance upon the scene, to avoid being impressed.  Still, such is the excitement that there are some gentlemen with us who pursue the occupation of firemen as amateurs; providing themselves with the regulation-dress of dark green turned up with red, and with the accoutrements of the Brigade, and working, under the orders of Mr. Braidwood, as energetically as if they were earning their daily bread.

The fascination of fires even extends to the brute creation.  Who has not heard of the dog “Chance,” who first formed his acquaintance with the Brigade by following a fireman from a conflagration in Shoreditch to the central station at Watling-street?  Here, after he had been petted for some little time by the men, his master came for him, and took him home; but he escaped on the first opportunity, and returned to the station.  After he had been carried back for the third time, his master—­like a mother whose son will go to sea—­allowed him to have his own way, and for years he invariably accompanied the engine, now upon the machine, now under the horses’ legs, and always, when going up-hill, running in advance, and announcing the welcome advent of the extinguisher by his bark.  At the fire he used to amuse himself with pulling burning logs of wood out of the flames with his mouth.  Although he had his legs broken half a dozen times, he remained faithful to his pursuit; till at last, having received a severer hurt than usual, he was being nursed by the firemen beside the hearth, when a “call” came, and at the well-known sound of the engine turning out, the poor brute made a last effort to climb upon it, and fell back dead in the attempt.  He was stuffed and preserved at the station, and was doomed, even in death, to prove the fireman’s friend:  for one of the engineers having committed suicide, the Brigade determined to raffle him for the benefit of the widow, and such was his renown that he realized £123 10s. 9d.