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“Sir," said Dr. Johnson, “ let us take a walk down Fleet Street.”
OFFICE OF “TEMPLE BAR," 122 FLEET STREET.
NEW YORK : WILLMER AND ROGERS.
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Ancient Guilds of London
XXXIV. Two Birds in the Bush
Sir Jasper's Tenant.
A BROKEN LIFE. “I
WENT out upon the little rustic balcony, and stood there with
the warm evening air breathing softly round me. I could see the row of cottages, the neat little gardens that were so full of the simple flowers familiar to me in my youth. I could see the dim light shining here and there in a window; but I could not distinguish the particular habitation that sheltered my divinity; and I was half inclined to be angry with myself because no special instinct told me which it was. was startled from my foolish meditations by the sound of a voice mingling with the other voices that floated up to me from the open windows of the parlour below; a voice that set my heart beating faster than it had beat since Caroline Catheron had vanished from my enchanted gaze; and yet it was not Miss Catheron's voice; it was only the base growl of the organist. He was not the rose, but he was, at any rate, the companion of that wondrous flower. I went downstairs, and made a paltry pretence of putting my watch right by the clock in the bar-parlour ; and then as I loitered talking to the landlord, he remarked that I might find myself dull in my solitary chamber upstairs, and suggested that I should step into the parlour, where a little knot of the most respectable inhabitants of Weldridge was wont to assemble nightly.
“ There's Mr. Marles the clerk, and there's Mr. Scott the organist, quite a deep-read gentleman in his way, I've heard; and you'll rarely meet him without a book in his hand. And there's Mr. Stethcopp the baker, and Mr. Brinkenson, an independent gentleman who occupies the first of that row of cottages as you come to directly you leave this door. Weldridge would be a dull place, you see, if there wasn't a little friendliness and sociability between the inhabitants. We've had some out-and-out gentlemen in our little parlour, I can tell you. There's Mr. Catheron, now, at one of the cottages; you might go a long day's walk and not find any one more the gentleman than him.'