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Title: A wanderer in London
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Lucas, E. V. (Edward Verrall), 1868-1938
Subjects: Art -- England London London (England) -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York : The Macmillan company London, Methuen & co.

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rom? I happen to know.And what becomes of it ? I happen to know that too, theknowledge coming, like all knowledge, either from con-versation with someone better informed than oneself, as inmy case, or from the printed word, as in yours. TheSerpentine comes from the West Bourne, which still flowsunder Westbourne Grove and Wilham Whiteleys, andentering the park opposite Stanhope Terrace, forms, withartificial assistance, the Serpentine, and runs out at thecascade near Hyde Park Corner, where the rabbits anddisgustingly fat pigeons Uve. Then, travelling underBelgravia, it provides the King with the ornamental waterin Buckingham Palace Garden; again plunging under-ground it emerges as the lake in St. Jamess Park; andafter that it runs into the Thames, and so into the sea. Personally I would view with composure a veto pro-hibiting me from all the parks, so long as I might have thefreedom of Kensington Gardens. Here one sees the springcome in as surely and sweetly as in any Devonshire lane;
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wft, C5 •r. < Hr. 5 QXO(« a !dX s HO Id X u H DOGS AXD THE GARDENS 241 here the sheep on a hot day have as unmistakable a violetaura as on a Sussex down; here the thrush sings (how hesings !) and the ro))in; here the daffodils fling back therays of the sun with all the assurance of Kew; here thehawthorns burst into flower as cheerily as in Kent; hereis much shade, and chairs beneath it, and cool grass towalk on. Here also is a pleasant little tea-house where Ihave had breakfast in June in the open air as if it wereFrance; while in winter the naked branches of the treeshave a perfectly unique gift of holding the indigo mist:holding it, and enfolding it, and cherishing it. Here also are dogs. In all the residential parts of Londondogs are very numerous, but Kensington Gardens is theplace if you would study them. Ordinary families haveone dog only; but the families which use the Gardens havemany. There is one old gentleman with eight dachshunds.And the children. . . . But here I re

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