Loon-don.

We wander over Hamstead heath in the merry month of Maying, when the hills are ablaze with early orange peel and the crocus croaks in the marshy meadows of Golder's Green. We hear the horn of the hunter at Tooting; we stand on historic Waterloo Bridge where Bill Adams issued his famous order, “Up boys and bat ’em,” and so saved England in the third test. We hear the jolly bargees of Billingsgate singing their vulgar boat songs to the wild strum of the whelk. The Beef-eaters of Oxon, the Good Templars “shouting” in Temple Bar, the fox hunters of Houndsditch selling each other a pup! We imagine it all. And St. Paul's, that glorious pile built by Christopher Robin in 1066; and Scotland Yard, the home of Sir Harry Lauder, which houses his famous collection of Old Lags and his flock of stool pigeons. Also Fleet Street with Nelson's column, Davy Jones's locker, Barnacle Bill's binnacle, and the ancient ceremony of winding up the dog watch. In imagination we visit Grey's Inn where the famous poet wrote his famous Eulogy to a country church-mouse. We see the Horse Guards changing in public, and Tower Hill which is so steep that many people were “bumped off” there; and we hear the boom of Big Ben and Little Tich. Oh yes, this summer feeling plays up with big business and daylight slaving. With the sun in the eyes the mind is dazzled.