On leaving the Abbey, I walked through Piccadilly nnd St. James's Street to see the memorial decorations, some of which were very elfuctive, though marred in places by the wat of harmony in tone, a reddish purple cloth being caught up with Lows of satin whone tint was closely nllivud to blue. The fact is that nearly every yard of purple material velvet, cloth, satin, Serge, and even cotton that London possessed was pressed into the service, so great was the demand for the chosen colour. Tam sure every ove did his or her best to honour the occasion; that one could feel all day, every heart seemed touched and softened, Even in the evening the sume feeling was abroad. Streets were comparatively empty and men still spoke with hushed voices.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.