I went and looked at that wonderful show of the English people yesterday—that, interminable serpentine column slowly moving along the western pavement of Westminster Bridge, hugging on the left the majestic palisading, turning the angle and presently doubling back into Palace Yard and losing itself from sight through the broad portal of Westminster Hall, where the body of the great Gladstone lay instate, Itwasa memorable scene, memoran ble and striking by its very simplicity, in harmony with the peculiar character of the takes place, the village is set on fire, and the Union Jack is hoisted to the strains is distinction of the man. For there was really of the national anthem in a most realistic nothing for all these hundreds of thousands of people to come and sec, but a brown way. varnished oak cetin, with gilt handles,
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