familiar pictures as to need no description. Much of the grandeur of its
vast proportions within is lost by its divisions and subdivisions. There
are courts representing the various nations of the earth,--America, as
usual, felicitously and truthfully shown up by a pair of scantily
attired savages under a palm tree; there are the courts of the Alhambra,
of Nineveh, and of Pompeii; there are fountains, and statues, and
bazaars innumerable, where one may purchase almost anything as a
souvenir; there are cafes where one may refresh the body, and an immense
concert hall where one may delight the soul,--and how much more I
cannot tell, for the crowd was almost beyond belief, and a much more
interesting study than Egyptian remains, or even the exquisite mass of
perfumed bloom, that made the air like summer, and the whole place a
garden. They were of the English middle class, the upper middle class,
bordering upon the nobility,--these rotund, fine-looking gentlemen in
white vests and irreproachable broadcloth, these stout, red-faced,
richly-attired ladies, with their soft-eyed, angular daughters following
in their train, or clinging to their arms. We listened for an hour to
the queen's own band in scarlet and gold, and then came back to town,
meeting train after train filled to overflowing with expensively arrayed
humanity in white kids, going out for the evening.

A DAY AT HAMPTON COURT.

It was Whit-Monday,--the workingman's holiday,--a day of sun and shower;
but we took our turn upon the outside of the private omnibus chartered
for the occasion, unmindful of the drops; our propelling power, six gray
horses. By virtue of this private establishment we were free to pass
through Hyde Park,--that breathing-place of aristocracy, where no public
vehicle, no servant without livery, is tolerated. It was early, and only
the countless hoof-prints upon Rotten Row suggested the crowd of wealth
and fashion that would throng here later in the day. One solitary
equestrian there was; perched upon a guarded saddle, held in her place
by some concealed band, serenely content, rode a queen baby in long,
white robes. A groom led the little pony. She looked at us in grave
wonder as we dashed by,--born to the purple! I cannot begin to describe
to you the rising up of London for this day of pleasure; the decking of
itself out in holiday attire; the garnishing of itself with paper
flowers; the smooth, hard roads leading into the country, all aliv