When a stranger makes his appearance in Sheffield, he does not require to look up at the front of the new Meat Market to know the name of the diety who prisides over its brawny inhabitants. Everything around him indicates the metallic character of the place, and both the men and the atmosphere reminds him he is in the region sacred to Vulcan ! (I love these Victorian descriptions ... God Bless you Google Books; a full link will be posted when it's all been suitably edited for modern co