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park. This was a sure sign that it was 
lunch-time, and I was finally left alone, 
with here and there a dingy loafer walking 
between long rows of little green chairs, 
looking for any trinket that might have 
dropped during the morning from the rich 
man’s table. 
d’he farther away from these shady 
paths the sadder London is. Among 
them foreigners feel at home. Little 
home-sick law students from India may 
mope in Piccadilly, but in Hyde Park they 
look happy. Once there the British sol- 
dier is no longer warlike ; he becomes help- 
less and happy, sun-ounded by nature and 
under the influence of some pink-cheeked 
domestic. 
In the early part of the day the parks 
are occupied by very young people ; the 
visitors become older with the day. The 
nurses and their charges leave, and evening 
finds an old lady leaning on her husband’s 
arm, walking slowly along their favorite 
path, while their carriage follows at a little 
distance. And as night comes on they roll 
back into the great city among the never- 
ceasing tread of feet, past the sidewalk 
artist sitting by his pictures on the pave- 
ment, looking anxiously at the passers-by 
— and the park’s day is done — a curtain 
of darkness falls on the great stage ; the 
peacocks go to roost in its trees ; the clucks 
are undisturbed by wet dogs, and the Ser- 
pentine’s small fish are no longer in danger 
of bent pins ; and the park, London’s kind 
friend and good physician, is resting. 
C. D. G. 
