with every circumstance of dismay and reproach on the faces of the dying
blattidae. Not even our candour, which is immense, permits us to reprint
the slogan the manufacturer has adopted for his poster: those who go
prowling on Hudson Street may see it for themselves.

In the old oyster and chop house just below Canal Street we enjoyed a
very agreeable lunch. To this place the Broome Street garreteers (so Mr.
Holliday has told us) used to come on days of high prosperity when some
cheque arrived from a publisher. At that time the tavern kept an open
fireplace, with a bright nest of coals in the chilly season; and there
was a fine mahogany bar. But we are no laudator of acted time; the
fireplace has been bricked up, it is true; but the sweet cider is
admirable, and as for the cheesecake, we would back it against all the
Times Square variety that Ben De Casseres rattles about. It is
delightful and surprising to find on Hudson Street an ordinary so droll
and Dickensish in atmosphere, and next door is a window bearing the sign
WALTER PETER. We feel sure that Mr. Holliday, were he still living in
those parts, would have cajoled the owner into changing that E to an A.

Our stroll led us north as far as Charlton Street, which the geographers
of Greenwich Village claim as the lower outpost of their domain.
Certainly it is a pleasing byway, running quietly through the afternoon,
and one lays an envious eye upon the demure brick houses, with their
old-fashioned doorways, pale blue shutters, and the studio windows on
the southern side. At the corner of Varick Street is a large house
showing the sign, "Christopher Columbus University of America."
Macdougal Street gives one a distant blink of the thin greenery of
Washington Square.

An unexpected impulse led us eastward on Grand Street, to revisit Max
Maisel's interesting bookshop.--We had never forgotten the thrill of
finding this place by chance one night when prowling toward Seward Park.
In bookshops of a liberal sort we always find it advisable to ask first
of all for a copy of Frank Harris's "The Man Shakespeare." It is hardly
ever to be found (unfortunately), so the inquiry is comparatively safe
for one in a frugal mood; and it is a tactful question, for the mention
of this book shows the bookseller that you are an intelligent and
understanding kind of person, and puts intercourse on good terms at
once. However, we did find one book that we felt we simply had to have,
as it i