This is the third and last volume of sexual memoirs by the anonymous Victorian priapist whose life seems to have revolved around the working class girls and London prostitutes (though he also travelled abroad) whom he could copulate with as often as possible, whether for money or not. The book was non legendum for many years, and as recently as 1969 it brought an English printer into court. This genre is a highly specialised one, and such books are better dipped into casually than read straight through, since the unending, obsessive copulation tends to become curiously monochrome and even depressing. "Walter" had some literary gifts, however, and certain of his descriptions are rather like seeing whole vistas of Mayhew's London by a smoky magic lantern.