Some time this month, one! reads, Mr, Asquith's house in Cavendish Square is to be sold and he is said to be moving to Bloomsbury. Doubtless life in Opposition is less well dowered than that in office and Mr. Asquith, though he has a comfortable pension, is not a rich man. One may not like him as a politician but can sympathize with him in "reverses of fortune." On the other hand, he might ° surely have much worse places to go to than Bloomsbury. It does not seem that the promise held out a few years ago of Bloomsbury's becoming highly fashionable neighbourhood has been carried to fulfilment. Perhaps the intervention of the wat was respons: ible. Nevertheless there is, in its large. grave squares and high-sided streets a peculiar charm which should prove ample compensation for some want of fashionableness. There is no part of London which is more truly London than Bloomsbury and certainly, being built all on gravel, it is one of the healthiest districts in the world. Its rooms and hallways are spacious, and though bathrooms are Jess' frequent than Adams mantelpieces and ceilings there is: plenty. of space in which to contrive them. Bloomsbury retains a dignity of the past which one fondly imagines to be typically British, and one can still imagine its ladies walking to church along its decorous ways followed by a footman carrying the ivory-bound Church Service wrapped in silk handkerchief.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.