AN ENGLISH EASTER 6
There not an accessory, not a touch of architectural fancy, the narrowest concession to beauty. If I were a it would make me rabid; being an Anglo-Saxon I in it what Thackeray found in Baker street ---- delightful proof of English domestic virtue, of the sanctity the British home. There are miles and miles of edifying monuments, and it would seem that a city up of them should have no claim to that effectiveness of which I just now spoke. London, however, not made up of them; there are architectural combinations a statelier kind, and the impression moreover does not on details. London is picturesque in spite of detailsfrom dark-green-, misty parks, the way the light comes down and filtering from its cloudy skies, and the softness richness of tone which objects put on in such atmosphere as soon as they begin to recede. Nowhere there such a play of light and shade, such struggle of sun and smoke, such aerial gradations and . To eyes addicted to the picturesque this is a entertainment, and yet this is only part of it. completes the effect of the place is its appeal the feelings, made in so many ways, but made all by agglomerated immensity. At any given point London huge; even in narrow corners you have a sense its hugeness, and petty places acquire a certain interest their being parts of so mighty a whole. Nowhere, is so much human life gathered together and nowhere it press upon you with so many suggestions. These not all of an exhilarating kind; far from it. they are of every possible kind, and this is interest of London. Those that were most forcible during showery Easter season were certain of the more perplexing depressing ones; but even with these was mingled a strain.
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