THE SOUTH-SEA HOUSE
READER, in thy passage from the Bank - where thou hast been receiving thy half-yearly dividends (supposing thou art a lean annuitant like myself) to the Flower Pot, to secure a place for Dalston, or Shacklewell, or some other thy suburbareat northerly, -- didst thou never observe a melancholy looking handsome, brid stone edifice, to the left -- where Threadneedle- street abuts upon Bishopsgate? I dare say thou hast often admired its magnifit portals ever gaping wide, and disclosing to view a grave court, with cloisters and pillars, with few or no traces of goers-in or ers-out -- a desolation something like Balcluthas. This was once a house of trade, -- a tre of busy is. The throng of merts was here -- the quick pulse of gain -- and here some forms of business are still kept up, though the soul be long since fled. Here are still to be seen stately porticos; imposing staircases; offices roomy as the state apartments in palaces deserted……（内容加载失败！）
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