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THE DOVER ROAD 



the grounds in a gorgeous dress, looped up to the 

 knees, to show the stars with which her petticoats 

 were spangled : with silver wings on her shoulders, 

 and drinking from a peAvter pot of porter, after the 

 use and wont, between the acts, of the pantomime 

 fairies of Drury Lane. 



With this Princesse au cafe chantant disappears 

 the last vestige of royalty hereabouts, and Greenwich, 

 lying down beyond the Park, has only dim memories 

 of Henry the Eighth, and Queen Elizabeth, who was 

 born in the palace of Placentia beside the Thames. 



GREEXWICH OBSERVATOrvY 



If you venture into the Park, and stand upon 

 Observatory Hill, you can at once glimpse London and 

 gain an idea of how plebeian Greenwich has become. 

 But its history is not yet done, and on this ver}^ spot, 

 in 1893, a chapter of it was made by a foreign Anarchist 

 who blew himself up in the making ; and when the 

 park keepers came and gleaned little pieces of him from 



