I HAPPENED to be born in London, and date my interest in its past from many years ago when I was very young and stood one night in Fleet Street to watch the workmen pulling down old Temple Bar by the flare of naphtha lamps
IT is hoped that the reader of the ensuing narrative will not suppose that it is a fiction, or that the scenes and persons that I have delineated, had not a real existenc
HAVE been looking everywhere for vou> Uncle Richard! what are you doing out here alone ? " asks little Beatrice, as she finds herself suddenly facing the old walnut-tree in the far meadow,
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