LONDON MONTH BY MONTH.

Otago Witness, Issue 2237, 14 January 1897, Page 22

LONDON MONTH BY MONTH.

NOVEMBER. Year after year we are bidden by Progressive | members of the London County Council to go j forth on the 9!h of November to take a farewell look at the Lord Mayor's show. But the time of the passing away of the civic parade from the Guildhall to the Law Courts and thence to the Guildhall again is not yet. Never before has the publio manifested greater enthusiasm in the show than it did this year. It was a ee'eue of animation which must stand unparalleled in the annals of the city. Tbe day was phenomenally fine for the time of the year, and, happy in the enjoyment of sunshine so genial, teeming thousands thronged the thoroughfares, blocked every window, swarmed upon the roofs, and, surging up narrow stairways, filled the church towers. No Lord Mayor ever inauguratsd his year of office as chief magistrate of the City of London under conditions more favourable and auspices more happy than Faudel-Fhillip*. Free play was given to those picturesque features which at once appeal to everyone who is proud of our defenders on land and sea, and this happy idea made the procession a popular one. Some idea of its length may be formed from the fact that the entire pageant took half an hour to pass a given point. Of coarse Lord Salisbury's speech at the banquet in the evening was anxiously awaited by his audience at the Guildhall — aa it was, indeed, by every nation in Enrope. The air palpitated with expectancy, and the Premier was literally cheered every foot of Ihe way from tbe door where the silver bugles announced his advent to the d»i< where the Lord Mayor received him. But if his reception in the library be called enthusiastic, what word shall express the nature of Lord Salisbury's greeting when he rose to reply to tbe toast of the evening ? The decorous tribute of hard clapping was all too meagre for the excited guests, and it was with difficulty only that they could be persuaded to cease from oheeryig. Another interesting scene at the banquet was the arrival of the Sirdar of the Egyptiau Army, Sir H. Kitchener. He bad reached London the same day only, and was almost an unexpected guest. The brave soldier, with all the honours of the Soudan campaign thiok upon him, was cheered lustily when the heralds announced his coming. At the dinner Lord Salisbury and Lord ,Wolseley showered compliments upon him, while the ladies seated near him vied with each other in overwhelming the hero with attentions. Another pretty incident of tbe banquet was that in which the white-haired Mr Bayard, United States Ambassador, exchanged tmile* with the graceful, riaik-haired Lady Craubourne ©ver the loving cup. Lord Salisburj's speech, taking it all in all, pleased the Russians. The German press, ai j might have been expected, was unfriendly and even insolent in its comments. But England can very well tfford to treat such remarks with contempt. British progress can be always measured by German anger. Our Gallio neighbours — who seem to regard everything we da as a studied insult to themselves — were apparently more disturbed by the Lord Mayor's show than anything the Premier said. The Paris papers evinced Rome roreuess, not to say wrath, because Waterloo and Trafalgar were commemorated m tbe pageant. But they have had » terrible revenge. According to the Figaro roast beef is not an English but a French dish. It was introduced into this country, the writer of the crashing article tells us, by William of Normandy when he came over and conquered us. As if anyone supposed thit "the roast beef of Old England" was our national dish ! The roast mutton of Young Canterbury is nearer the mark.

The great secret of tbe hour is whether there is a Franco-Russian alliance or not. Has the Bear given up bis •• fleeting loves for one true love for evermore," or is he simply trifling with the affections of the impressionable young lady of Gaul P Mademoiselle is somewhat exercised .in her mind as to the honourable intentions of her hirsute swain, and, in view of recent revelations, it is only natural that she should feel a little suspicious. The ♦'explanation" made by M. Hauotaux in the French Chamber leaves the secret as far from solution as ever. The French newspapers declare that thete is an alliance, and have even entertained their readers with what purported to be a summary of a treaty. On the other hand, there are those — people who may reasonably be supposed to be equally wellinformed on the *subjeot — who maintain that there is no alliance— only friendship. And I may mention that in this conflict of evidence the balance certainly seems to be on the side of the *' only friendship " tolution. But if there is an alliance, why all this mystery P I know of no one who would be offended if such a treaty does exist. Meanwhile this Franco-Russian entente makes our sides quake, •%ut not with fear.

The upshot of the recent debate in the Reichstag concerning the deplorable revelations of Prince B'smarck is to confirm the worst .fears of the public. Moved by a vain and selfish querulousness arising from his absolute inability to acquiesce in his own downfall, the former Chancellor has wilfully, petulantly, and meanly shorn himself of whatever oredit he enjoyed as an honest politician and diplomatist. It is no longer possible for anyone to donbt that from 1884 to 1890 Germany w«s openly pledged to Austria to defend her against Russian attack, aDd secretly pledged to Russia in the contrary sense. Austria has been, shamefully deceived, and if she and Italy are able still to place confidence in the efficacy of the Triple Alliance, then these States must be imbued with a marvellous proceneas to conviction. There was only one Government of bad renown in Europe whose signature at the bottom of a treaty was considered worthless ; to-day there are two. Germany disputes with Turkey tbe palm of perfidy. We h&ve been taunted lately with being *' isolated." From what we see of the backstairs plotting and counter-plotting of the European Powers, it ii a matter for congratulation that we are insulated from such colossal selfishness and equally colossal duplicity. Bat not one of the Great Power* has been of late years so bitter and malevolent in iti attitude to British policy than has Germany, and it ia a mistake to suppose that the Kaiser's message to Mr Kruger — that famous telegram which caused such a remarkable outburst of colonial .loyntty — is. the sole cause of the unfriendly f>-c ;i> 9 now entertained in this country towards Germany.

The scene witnessed within the past few days in the German Reiohitag is a disgrace to civilisation. The Minister for War got up in his place in Parliament and defended a military officer for murdering a civilian in a restaurant. The •ivilian, a workman* happened by accident to

knock againfib the ohair in which a lieutenant sat, when, in a fit of temper, tbe armed braggart jumped up and killed the defenceless man by running a sword through his back. Judging from the tone of the d-bate in the Reichstag, there is nothing in such au episode that conflicts with German ide»s of honour. Worse still, we have the Kaisor hims-lf, after the debate, advising an assemblage of officers — or, perhaps, it would be more truthful to say armed bullies — not to go out when drunk and get into rows with civilians, but, if they do, not to hesitate to use their swords. In France duelliug has loug since become trivial and ridiculous, but in Germany it is still carried ou aruoug the students and official classes to an extent that has debased &nd brutalised the public mind. Auyone wiso has travelled on the Continent must have remarked the singularly nggres.Mve character of German military officialism. And what else can one expect ? How is manliness, which is courage tempered by politeness — that is to say, true politeness — to flourish in a country where a bloodthirsty sj^tem of duelling is openly encouraged by the hsad of the State ? The Minister for War, in concluding his speech in the aforesaid debate, eaid : "Officers of the army having no proper feeling of military honour and sense of their position deserved to be got rid of altogether, for on those sentiments depended the martial efficiency of the army. The honour attaching to the wearing of the King's uniform and the respect for the colours are military sentiments which we will never abandon. Never, General yon Gossler ? In the present state of oivilian feeling in Germany against the bullying militarism which has recently cost civilian lives, the" Kiiser'a advice to the officers, and your speech, is not compatible with any auy known form of political sanity.

The 14th of November, 1896, will go down in the calendars of future generations as a day of revolutionary changes in Loudou locomotion. From an early hoar Londoners were converging from every point of the compass to the one common centre of attraction — Northumberland avenue. It wss here that the motor-cars — now entered upon a legalised existence — were to assemble tor the ruu to Brighton. Before 10 o'clock a crowd such as even London rarely sees had massed itself about the meeting place. Every available inch of space ou the footpaths and in the roads was covered with pedestrians. Every window from which a glimpse could bo caught of the route tbe procession was to take was filled with spectators. Every driver who could find even the shadow of an excuse for being there made for tho spot, until the Embankment, from the House* of Parliament to Charing Cross, was an inextricable mats of vehicles of all torts and sizes. The minor arteries of the neighbourhood, too, were gorged with traffic, and the polico were powerless to do more than to keep a narrow stream in the middle of the streets flowing sluggishly. Hawkers, noisily shoutirg tb^ir warts, pushed their way through the denee moving crowd ; ladies, not to be outdone in witnessing the unique and historic sight, took their stand bravely among the surging masses ; little boys, in the thick of the fun as usual, kepfe elderly gentlemen with tender feet in & constant state of trepidation ; while cabbie?, safe in their exalted position, kept up a constant volley of racy badinage, which nan answered by a crossfire of gocd-natured chsff from the crowd. Nor waa the dense massing of the multitude confined to the neighbourhood of Northumberland avenne. Westminster Bridge was black with human beinga ; Lambeth Palace road wts packed with an enormous throng ; and, to be brief, from here on through Vauxhall cross, tbe Oval, Clapbam, and in fact as long as London lasted, stretch* d miles of faces, all alert and eager to see something new. And when the procession did at length get under way, not until Croydon h^d been pasted and the open country reached did the roar, whicb was taken up and carried along from street to street, cease to ring in the ears of those who rode on the cars. ' The formal inauguration cf the motor-car was ap event which obviously could occur once only in the history of England, and London appreciating the fact turned oat in a mighty host. The omnibuses of the London Electric Omnibus Company will be running in a few days ; the prospectus of the London Electrical Cab Company has bean issued, and preparations are advanced for tbe delivery of thousands of mttor conveyances of all df scriptiom in the spring. Thus are being opened up visions of changes greater than those which followed the introduction of the locomotive. Whenever I get on a 'bus now which is drawn by that still extant quadruped the horse I do so with the sentimental emotions of one who is about to te bereft of an old and a valued servant.

For weeks our cabmen have been engaged in an unreasonable and hopeless struggle with those who furnish an important percentage of their income. They have been trying to coerce the railway companies into allowing- them to inan&ge a detail of their gigantic business for them. The first argument of the men was that a railway station in a public pace, ard that they were entitled to ply for hire there ; the second, tbat a railway station is private property, and that they cmnot be compelled to drive into tbe yards. In attempting to put ttese absurd arguments into practice they have caused a great deal of annoyance and inconvenience to everybody, and have in consequence forfeited all public sympathy. Nevertheless, one cannot help feeling sorry for the men, inasmuch as they have been led utterly astray by unprincipled knaves.

Perhaps the most noteworthy feature in the recent debate on the scandal in the Works department of the Loudou County Council was the strenuous but unsuccessful attempt of the Progressives to burk effective inquiry. The sub-committee which had been appointed by tho General Purposes Committee "to consider and report what changes should be nxads in tbe management of the Works department " was a sub-committee "pour rire." The two moat prominent members were Mr Ward — the chairman of the Works Commit |p ee under whose control the falsification of accounts, the bogus signatures, the excessive prices and the consequent fleecing of the ratepayers, and all the other fr»uds have been going ou — and Mr John Burns, M.P., who from the firs!; has stigmatised the grave scandal as a " mare's nest." But the Moderates would have none of this manifest reluctance to act honestly aud aboveboard. Here was a conspiracy, a system of corruption, which had been going on for 18 . months without detection, but now that the I obvious fraud on the ratep&yerx was bared to the light they wanted the matter probed to the bottom and sifted to the very dregs. For three long hours the verbal battle raged. At last, amid cheers from the Moderates, the Progressives struck their flag,- and, with a very bad grace, consented to a representative board of inquiry. It is said that the motive for the fraud was 1 not personal, but departmental. Does that

mean that these audaoious falsifications were j made to bolster up the economio theories of a | party for political purposes ? It will require j very skilful advocacy to convince tho man in I the street to the contrary. Sonieono musb have pnlled tbe strings to which the subordinate officials danced bo obediently. It ia not these peecaut puppets, but the Works department itself which M/anJs on trial. And this is the result of Irving what the Progressives have proudly called " a great experiment in municipal Socialism ! "

There is a. sharp fight going on here among the clergy ou lbs eubjtcfc of bazsacs for church i purposes, and things have been said in excitement which would ha.Yebean better left unsaid. One cleric declares that the practice wjw worw than the sin of Jeroboam, while another gentleman remarked th&S if they condemned the gamb'iug practices at btziars they could not reniaiu silent regarding tho commercial gambling which was pr&ctised largely in their own niidet. j AH fcbe siime, I think that for many a year ! (o come th* indignant anti-tobacco mamma will [ continue to rage over the rakish smoking cap she gets out of a bran pie, and the guileless curate to tarn crimson on finding himself the possessor of a scantily clad doll with Hottentotlike proportions. i

While upon the subject of charity, I may I mention tbaA tbe Lord Mayor* proposal to ! celebrate the conclusion of the sixtieth year of the Queen's reign by rai»iug a national subscription for freeing the public hospitals from debt baß been abandoned. 16 has been represented to his Lordship that it is not a good thing for the hospitals to b9 free of debt— that benevolent people would thenceforth give their »ubEcripticnsf to other, and as they thnught, more ; needy institutions, — and iv eonnequeuce his Lordship has decided to lend the weight of bit influence to a national fund fur increasing in msgaitude end en&owii'g in perpetuity Queen Victoria's Jubilee Institute for Nurses, founded by her Majesty for the purpose of nursing the poor in their own homes.

Judge Lumky Smith, Q.C., and a jury, in ! the Westminster County Court, recently tried j tho case of Loweufelt v. Bruce, w&ich was v j claim by wine merchants for £50 5t from the j Hon. Nigel Henry Thurlow Cummin g Bruce, the sou of Lord Thurlow, for champagne supplied. The defence was infancy. The question at issue was, substantially, is or is not j the expensive but exhilarating; juice of the vintage of Chanoptgne necessary for a peer's infant P t Tho jury, highly patriotic and constitutional Kwn, decided thit it was. J Apart from jokiug, this vindication of i the J general principle that goods ordered ought to be paid for is preguant with interest for " infants."

Chivalry is a beautiful thing to read aboub in I book*, but not to pnt .into practice in London j streets. Me George Bauton Haw a womna being ill-treated by a policeman, and remonstrated — as many people do in their salad days before | they become aocusfcomed to such sights, and aware of the consequences. Of course he was told by the constable that he was well known to the police, marched off to the lock-up — where he f pen fa tbe night — and baled before Mr Lushington at Bow street the following morning. In future, Mr Benton will, like the Levite, pass by on the other side.

Mr DickensoD, the magistrate who presides at the Thames Police Court, knows the fair ccx well. The other day a young man appeared before bim and said that be had been married four years, but tbat lately his wife had turned agaiust him. He sought advice. What was a poor man to do. Mr Dickenson, glancing hastily round to see if any ladies were present, bent forward and whispered confidentially, j "Take her fora walk and promise her a new bat."

Tbe frugal-minded member of Jhe Ballarat ; City Council, who, when it was sugges'ed that at least a dozsn Venetian gondolas should be ; 'procured to add to the attractions of Wen- I douree Lake, moved an amendment to the effect j that the council should import two only and I let them breed, would find congenial company in the person of a member of the Whitecnapel Board of Works. The surveyor had reoom- . mended the purchase of % hydraulic pomn for ' the purpose of emptying an old well in Goodman's Fields, when the aforesaid member roso , and remarked, " Will you tell us, Mr Surveyor, j whether it'll be cheaper to work this 'ere [ 'ydraulic pump by steam or 'lectricity." j

i Mr Bancroft announces that he will devote & j large portion of his leisure in the coming winter . to the public reading of the " Christmas Carol" in th« interests of hospital funds. If Mr Bancroft sets people once more reading Dickens for themselves his unselfish action will have served a double purpose. For tho*e who do not help to swell the liit of idiots who Hip that Dickens is vulgar, and vet who wallow in the obscenities of present-day ! literature, the most inceretting publication of J tho season was issued this month an a Christmas ; and New Year's book. It is written by the late Miss Mamie Dickens, is entitled " My Father as I Recall Him," and ia full of anecdote and I information of the great novelist's home life. ' Tbe work contains some illustrations from pbo'ographs, &c, never before published. While upon the subject of Dickenx, I may remark that the editor of Black and White has secured a series of drawings by Mr C. D. Gibson, the American artist, representing six of the leading characters in the master's novels. It will bs difficult to erase from the English ' mind the interpretations of the late Fred Barnard. Nevertheless, lovers of Dickens will t awaib with, no little interest the American point I of view which Mr Gibson ii to give us. I

Rudyard Kipling's new volume of poetry, " The Seven Seas," is in our hands. O*ing to serial publication much of it ia already familiar to Londoners. Some of the vewe is tame even to tediousness, and it is a matter of surprise to me that tbe author should have put his name to it. The greater part of the book, however, is fully charged with the irresistible magnetism of this man's genius. Kipling is now paid for his MS. at the rate of 2s a word.

Mr Stead, pursuing his headlong course of abridgement, has reached Mrs Trimmer, whose immortal " History of the Robins " he offers to us ia a form about as shadowy as that of tbe spooks he believes he sees. This boiliug dewn process is no le»s reprehensible and unwarrantable than the practice of publishing, posthumously, the earlier efforts of our greatest writers — immature effusions which the authors themselves would never have published on their own account. There is lying before me a cruel example of the extent to which this abuse can be carried. In the winter number of the •' Studio " appear eight sketches by R. L. Stevenson, illustrating "A Mountain Tour in France." These drawinga

do not even possess the merit of belnij grotesquely bad, bub are conventional crudities every one of them. But what of tbat P Stevenson's name appearing npon the cover of a magazine is sufficient iv itself to command a B*lo of the pnbliontiou, and so tbesa sketches, which, the poor dead man drew to please himself and nobody else during his wanderings through tho Cevenne?, are drhgged to light. Mr Labouchere, in a recent number of Truth, makes an attack upon the 20th Hussars, and appeals to Lord Beaumont to confirm or j to contradict his accusations. As ib is more j than a year since Lord Beaumout was iv the j land of tho living, the probability in, unlesn tbo j reply be precipitated from Thibtfr, that the appeal will remain unanswered. J The reckless manner in whicb Mr Ls.boucb.ere scatters his charges broadcast has suggested to a French journalist a delicious jexi de mots. This witty neighbour of ours across the Channel, in describing the imaginative Trath — which, as you dcubtles* are nwnre. is sold for sixpence, — calls it "■La biite cherc A douze sous." Without comment I will a plain tale unfold. " C»rsdo!>," w'w writes tbe dramatic and musical gossip in the Referee — a paper whioh has been established over half a century and which is os well known to Londoners as the Times, — when meditating among the tombs, chanced up-ju tbe grave of To>n Robertson, the pUy wright. To his surptisa acd ■ sorrow be found the last real iug placa of his «)d fcioad in a st»te of neglect and dcc*y. Thereupon bo .wrote in the Referee that Mrs Kendel. the aotress, who is Tom Robertson's sister, might perhaps, if she were made aware of tho facts of the case, see her way to move in the matter. In reply, " C«rado» " has rt ceived tho following letter from Mrs Kendnl :—: — Central Station Hotel, Glaggoß". November 11. IS9O. Sir,— . . . I offered years ago to intend to my dear brother's grave, but the paper proving the ownership of same cannot be found, and amoag so many bns been lost ! and (as even you in your ignorance may know) that unless one can prove the ownership of the graye — to clean or alter anything connocted with it is impossible Wheu you writo my Brother's mum; aj r ain— do it on your knees! with your hat off! I never knew your paper txixted— till I saw it one day ou my kitchen table ! when 1 to:d my Housekeeper to burn it. She rang; for tbe Groom— who sont for tbe Stable Boy— who did so 1 Madge Kendal. But it is all right now. What Mrs Kepdal found impossible a stranger has made po'tniblv. Upon reading th« paragraph in thft Referee Him gentt&m&n at once vis'tad tbe gr&ve, &D(i finding the report ot its deplorable condition to be true took the liberty, with the permission of the cemetery authorities, to restore ths monument at his own expei se. ■

At last! The laM; we->ka of "Charley's Auut " at the Globa Theatre ore announced. The German Emperor hat painted pictures, •written » war toog. and couspo6ed a raurob. Now he is going to try his hand at a play. This is stiff news for the ladies and gentlemen of the Berlin Court. They will be compelled to go to see this pl&y, and, what ia worse, td sit it out too. ;

This reminds me of a story I heard the other evening. You rosy believe it or not, as you like. I don't. All the s»me, like the story of the "Grouse in the Gunroom," it is a "good one." An Ecglifhrnan, in company with a Russian frieod, was passing the Royal Palace in Berliu. " What a fool that Emperor i«," exclaimed the farmer. In a second he waa tupped on the snt-vtfder- by a Hialwa-r* gntrdLan of tho law, rebuked for bis outrageous speech, and requested to go quietly to tbe pol;co station. " But I was not referring to your Emperor," said the culprit, who, you will observe, was a man of ready resource ; " I was speakiug of the Emperor of China." " No, no," replied tbe officer, with a knowing smile, " that excute won't do, my friend. Thtre'^ only one fool of an Emperor in tho world."

The Royal Academicians have met at Burlington House and elected their president. I read in a morning paper tbat as a man and & gentleman Mr B. J. Poynter may be depended on to uphold the dignity of bis effica with efficiency and skill. That will be very nice of him ; and, then, what more is wauted in a president of the Royal Academy P Certainly not a desire on the part of a new P.R.A. to use his position to encourage the young and promising mea among our painters, for to do that he would be compelled to force some of j those who have long ago shown us all that it was in them to perceive — and that all was never much — into the background. Mr Poynter is Rudyard Kipling's uccle. Alma Tadema has been asked to contribute his portrait to the gallery of " artists painted by themselves " in the Uffizi Palace, Florence. I The right of tbe average medical man to call himself " Doctor" has again cropped up an s subject for disonswon. The British Medictl Journal this week lays down tbe general rule that any qualified medical practitioner nwy atll himself "Dr," or put that title on his doorplate, without fear tbat legal proceedings will lie against him. And why not ? Is not tho voice of the people omnipotent, and does not the public, who know practically nothing of the academic and restricted meaning of the term, dub the general practitioner " Doctor," even though his " license to slay " be only that of tho Society of Apothecaries ? M. Remy, of the Ecole de Medecine, Paris, has executed some tiue Rontgen photographs of the blood vessels by injecting a solution of sealing wax in alcohol, to which is added bronzo powder. This matter is opaque to the rays, and tbe system of blood vessels thus appear in the photograph like the bones in an ordinary Rontgen picture.

In view of the singular character of the action, a case just concluded in the Queen's Bench Division before Mr Justice Hawkins and a special jury has excited considerable interest here. Mis* Beatty, a professional • nur?e, alleged that Dr Cnllingwortb, the senior obstetric physician at St. Thornca's Hospital, had performed upon her th» operation of double ovariotomy, without her consent and contrary to her wishes. She furthermore | claimed damages, because she asserted that the result had been to prevent her marrying and to ruin her whole life. It was not disputed that consent was given to operate, but that the surgeon had performed a more dr&&t ; c operation than the pa&ient w&s disposed to permit. The defecd*iut pleaded that the plaintiff bad placed herself entirely in bH hands, and that the oprration which he actually performed was absolutely necessary, was dona with the requisite degree of consent, aud had saved her life. Before the whole of the defendant's case had been presented to them, the jury interposed, and declared that in their opinion the action ought never to have been brought. And I do not think it too much to say that this decision expresses tbe views of all riehtminded persons

I It is true tbat it is not the custom cf the ! profession *to perform this and similar operations without the consent of the patient, bat it mci6fc be always very doubtful how far the latter is capable of giving a consent whioh is based upon reason and judgment. What turgeon could undertaken difficult and dangerous operation if his hand's are fettered by conditions as to the exkot course of notion he is to pursue, no matter what he finds. When Dr Cullmgworth discovered the disease to be deep-stated to a deadly degree, was he- to wake the patient cub of her anesthesia ia order to gain her consent to deal with the danger he had found ? It would, indeed, have had * most ssriona rffflct if the jury bad not asserted the right of '• ».ti honourable member of mi hoacorabli p/of feftsion. to <?o whak-ver ho tor y think nt? .'.?*»»y when once a patient has submitted to be operated upon at all. | An auctioneer's board, inscribed in great j whito letters with the word " To be let," hangs : sm\d the br\grs which grow broader and higher . in the g»rd«n of the rectory "of Scmersby, in Lincolnshire, where Alfrsd Teunyeou was born. The house is described by the auctioneer as being "well suited either for a country residence or for occsnfonal occupation by a bustness mau in connection with the hunting, shooting, and fishing." I j.«ref>;r that- other description of the place v'cich the poet himself has given us ia *'* In" , Meuxoriam."

Three more interesting relics oC comparatively ancient London are about to disappear. The city is soon to lose tho church of St. Michael, Wood street:, whicb, after being bnrnt down in the' Grant Fira, was' rebuilt by Wren in 1675. Stow, in describing St Michael's Cburch iw his " Survey '-- r L n ■'■• ,"' »n:•"V o<• is i ulso (but without an^ v •■ a. uuie ,\) vfco j he&d o!' JaraeH, fo»:-vh Jv.ug ot Scota ot that name, slaia at Fioidoc Field, and buried here by this occasion. After the battle the body of the »aid King, being found, was enclosed in load and oonveyed from thence to London and so to the monastery of Shene in Surrey where it remained* for a time, in what order I am nob crrtain ; but since the dissolution of that house j In thu reign of Edward VI, Henry Grey, Duke I of Suffolk, being lodged and keeping house thsre, I liHve been shown the same body to lapped in lead, olose to the head and body, tbrown into a waste room amongst the old timber, lead, and other rubble. Since the which time workmen there, for their foolish pleasure, hewed eff tbe bead ; and Lauuc«lot J Y.-.u»g v master glazier to her Majesty, feelingi a ewf.et savour to com* from tbenoe, and seeing tho saoce dried from all moisture, and yet the form reinainiug, with the hair of the head and beard red, brought it to London to his house in Wood street, where for a time he kept it for the ftweetnoss, but in the end caused tbe sexton of that church to bury it amongst other bones taken out of their charr.d." The second victim ia th'j George the Fourth Tavern, iv Portugal Btreci, CUre Market. | With its wcoden colonnade, this building has a picturesque, old-world appearance. It is the original of the famous Magpie and Stump of the "Pickwick Papers. " The third link with the past which is soon to be swept' away in another hostelry of tbe old school — the R* d Cow, at H*mmer»mitb. This j one-time posting hotue ha* stood on the high > road from London towards thn west for more ■ than two centuries, and has lost little of its quaint flavour. 1 The Red Cow was once a rendezvous of att'sts and literary men. It was here that E. L. Blancimd vrrots " Tbe Memoirs of » Malacci. C*ne " Thus the old order chsngetb, yielding place to new — each day geeiug some improvement at the expense of the picturesque. One of tux Men in the Street.