正文 A SUNDAY IN LONDON.*

* Part of a sketitted in the preg editions.

IN a preg paper I have spoken of an English Sunday in the try and its tranquillizing effect upon the landscape; but where is its sacred in?uence more strikingly apparent than in the very heart of that great Babel, London? On this sacred day the gigantister is charmed into repose. The intolerable din and struggle of the week are at an end. The shops are shut. The ?res of fes and manufactories are extinguished, and the sun, no longer obscured by murky clouds of smoke, pours down a sober yellow radiao the quiet streets. The few pedestrians we meet, instead of hurrying forward with anxious tenances, move leisurely along; their brows are smoothed from the wrinkles of business and care; they have put on their Sunday looks and Sunday manners with their Sunday clothes, and are sed in mind as well as in person.

And now the melodious gor of bells from church towers summons their several ?ocks to the fold. Forth issues f……(内容加载失败!)

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