This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 Excerpt: ...soon they are forgotten. The bell in the tower above me tolled its funereal note; through this old porch the mourners walked with downcast eyes, the priest read the last rites, the tear-watered earth fell upon the coffin, the will was read, grief indited an epitaph, the heir succeeded to his heritage. Then his own time ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 Excerpt: ...soon they are forgotten. The bell in the tower above me tolled its funereal note; through this old porch the mourners walked with downcast eyes, the priest read the last rites, the tear-watered earth fell upon the coffin, the will was read, grief indited an epitaph, the heir succeeded to his heritage. Then his own time came in due course, other generations followed him and went the way of their fathers. Now all that remains to tell us that they once walked the earth are these neglected stones, over which, in a year or so, I dare say, the errand boys will be playing leap-frog when the graveyard has become a city garden. I fled, and plunging into the full tide of the throng, banished all thought of those dead worthies, for here in the press of men he who would not perish must take good heed. Joining my companion at the appointed hour and place, we turned down Aldersgate Street, then along Falcon Street, and soon reached the narrow little thoroughfare where stands the Hall of the Barber-Surgeons. We were now in a region of lanes and courts crowded with people, and in that vista of shops and offices and warehouses we looked in vain for any sign of an antique building, so that we passed its entrance more than once before a well-placed question put us right. In the course of our perambulations up and down that narrow street we chanced upon a narrow archway and, passing through it, found ourselves to our surprise in the walk which winds through the graveyard of St. Giles's, Cripplegate. At that moment the clock in its grey old tower struck three, the quaint notes of a carillon played "Caller Herrin'," and clerks and messengers hurrying past, slackened their pace to listen to the plaintive old air, which sounded so strangely in this huddle of ill-assorted...
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Add this copy of Travels in London to cart. $60.36, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2012 by Nabu Press.
