Photo by A. W. Cutler 

 THE GIRAFFE AT THE LONDON ZOO HAS A FEW THINGS TO SAY TO HIS ADMIRERS 



the Tower — London, Southwark, Black- 

 friars, and Waterloo — and if the time 

 was close to sunset we must have loi- 

 tered at the latter a quarter hour. Then, 

 when the level light is brightening St. 

 Paul's huge dome, swelling high above 

 the dusky city; when the fairy spires of 

 St. Bride, St. Clement, St. Mary are 

 flushing to rose against a darkening sky ; 

 when the trees on the embankment stand 

 like a great grill, pale gold on the sum- 



mit, almost black in the shadows, before 

 the stately buildings which reach into 

 light behind them ; when the river ripples 

 softly on its silvery path to the sea and 

 all the little boats scurry madly over its 

 gleaming surface, their white wakes 

 whiter, their black smoke blacker for its 

 brightness ; when the whole scene swims 

 in palpitating misty light — violet and rose 

 and amber ; then truly there is nothing 

 in Venice more suggestive or more fair. 



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