was a drenching miserable day in London, the day of Mr. Gladstone's death, and the whole metropolis seemed thoroughly depressed. The end, "of course, had been expected, and almost before the town was astir half a score of extra editions of the newspapers and special memoir: of the great statesman were on sale in the sireers, During his long-continued nnd intense suffering every trace of political animosity had been wiped out, and there was but one feeling among men of all shades of political opinion—a feeling of deep sympathy with and of pride in the great Englishman whose personality has shed such lustre on his country. Among all the London newspapers—and probably am the newspapers in the country—the Times slone has come out without a morning border ry of its, columns; but the Times is na'whit behitiad the other journals if its tribute to the
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