Chapter 18 THE STONES OF LONDON

"Let others chaunt a country praise,

Fair river walks and meadow ways;

Dearer to me my sounding days

In London town:

To me the tumult of the street

Is no less music, than the sweet

Surge of the wind among the wheat,

By dale or down."-Lionel Johnson.

"I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes

With the memorials, and the things o