<span style="color:grey">Methorn,

    <span style="color:grey">Stealing to set tory

    <span style="color:grey">I saken for illiam o the isp,

    I AM someiquity-er, and am  fond of exploring London in quest of times.

    to be found in ty, s lost in a ar, but deriving poetical and romantic interest from truck ance of t summer ramble into ty; for ty is only to be explored to advantage in summer-time, ime against t of population setting t Street. trung my nerves and made me sensitive to every jar and jostle and discordant sound. t faint, and I ting out of ling busy to struggle, ion I tore my o a by-lane, and, after passing to a quaint and quiet court  in tre over perpetually fresain s sparkling jet of er. A student ed on a stone bencly reading, partly meditating on ts of trim nursery-maids  charges.

    I erility of t. By degrees t and coolness of t.

    I pursued my  cal of massive and ricecture.

    terior y and lighted from above.

    Around al tombs of ancient date on ly crossed upon t; otility even in tomb, o the holy Land.

    I , in ts templars, strangely   situated in tre of sordid traf?c; and I do not knoo turn aside from t do-fullness.

    In a subsequent tour of observation I encountered anot;foregone ; locked up in t of ty. I ime tonous streets, destitute of anyto strike te tion, iquity. It opened into a spacious quadrangle forming tyard of a stately Gotal of ingly open.

    It ly