A Victorian Christmas Carol

Did Robert Browning say it best when he wrote, “winter takes the old ones”? Possibly. Bronchitis, pthisis, whooping cough, T.B. – they ran amock in 1863. I trust it’s not too jarring if I jump from modern miseries (ecoli, Trump) to mid-Victorian London’s social rump, and John Snow (doctor), and the Broad Street Pump. The City Hall had never heard of germs. They dealt with filth and foliage and firms, and knew that there were parasites called worms. But cholera? They couldn’t come to terms. The water pump in Broad Street was infected. Bacteria, back then, went undetected. “Miasma” and “air pressure” were suspected: how could the population be protected? Oh lucky London! By sheer happenstance, within the metropolitan expanse young Doctor Snow was working, and by chance had learned of recent studies made in France. “They’re tiny animals, too small to see. I’ll prove it, if you trust the Pump to me.” Officials sneered with incredulity: but, faced with daily deaths, gave him the key. He knocked on every window in the quarter, and showed (despite initial mayoral hauteur) that cholera was carried in the water. And, single-handed, John Snow stopped the slaughter!