Photo by F. J. Koch 

 SAILORS IN LONDON! LONDON IS ONE OF THE LARGEST PORTS OF ALL BRITAIN 



dates and the calling to the bar of stu- 

 dents, but they have practically unlim- 

 ited powers in all that concerns the man- 

 agement of the inn. 



Once called to the bar, by the payment 

 of an annual fee of £i to £5 or of a fixed 

 sum upon admission, a barrister remains 

 a member of his inn for life. He may 

 resign, but if he does so loses all mem- 

 bership at the bar. The fees for a stu- 

 dent vary, but a barrister's legal educa- 

 tion will cost from £400 to £500 and take 

 about three years — twelve terms. So- 

 licitors who have been in active practice 

 for at least five years may be called upon 

 shorter terms. 



WITNESSING HIS OWN PLAY 



The dancing and singing lessons bore 

 their fruits in the masques, revels, and 

 plays given by the members of these 

 inns of court in their halls or gardens. 

 Thus at Gray's Inn, Shakespeare's Com- 

 edy of Errors had its first performance 

 in 1594, and later a Masque of the Flow- 

 ers, which was revived for the Queen's 

 Jubilee, 1887. Twelfth Night was' acted, 

 possibly before Shakespeare himself, in 

 the great Middle Temple Hall, which we 

 can see from the river. All of the inns 

 have pretty gardens. That of Lincoln's 

 Inn was a famous duelling ground, and 



is now a great public square surrounded 

 by houses bearing resonant names and, 

 appropriately, the Royal College of Sur- 

 geons. It is best reached by a gateway 

 in Chancery Lane — a gateway at which 

 Ben Jonson was said to have labored, a 

 trowel in one hand, a book in the other ; 

 but the pretty story has been squashed. 

 The Temple garden opens now and 

 then at the will of the benchers. 



WHEN THE BRITISH LION ROARED 



Merrily I marched in one day in the 

 years of my ignorance. "Hi, hi !" called 

 a uniformed gentleman, but I kept on 

 confidently, with not the least notion that 

 I was Hi ! However, he soon made it 

 plain to me. Also that I was a tres- 

 passer upon private property ; that the 

 benchers were very pleasant gentlemen, 

 who did open the gardens occasionally ; 

 that I should wait for their pleasure in 

 that ; that an application to the honorable 

 secretary, etc. — in all of which time my 

 companion industriously took pictures. 

 When my persecutor was breathless, I 

 mildly explained that I was going away 

 the next day, 3,000 miles away, and could 

 not wait for benchers. Whereupon — as 

 for us has always been the case — the 

 British lion roared his loudest to scare 

 us, and, having reduced us to proper 



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