The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1883-06-03
r1orUREs OF LONDON.
what wss Seen when the LsrA Mayer Drsvs
n state % ~. Raul's.

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LONDON. May IA few days ago, as I
was idly lounging about the city was sud
donly dazzled by over caparisonod steeds draw
ing gilded much-embla2oned. and highly
painted chariots. driven by men in Queens
counsels' wigs. In three cornered hats. and In
efYulgent vestments. The dazzling procession
formed itself as we'll as II could under the win
dows OF the Mansion House. 1t was much
impeded by flight OF skinny urchins laughing
at tho whole concern as merrily as II they had
been tho most contented creatures under the
sun. Soon q big crowd. mostly composed OF
the ovcrtasked city clerks. leisurely assembled
on the spot. On inquiry found that the Lord
Mayor was going in state to st. Paul's.
The carriages filed overpoworingly solemn
hunkoys hustled about with impressive dig
nifty tho City Marshal dressed In fancy mill
tary uniform. mounted his docile charger the
Lord Mayor. escorted by his sword and mace
bearers in medieval costume. sat himself in
his four-horsed chariot. and the gorgeous
train moved on escorted by two or three stall
wart constables on horseback and u dozen
police officers on foot.
Just at the back Of the Mansion House and
looking on 1t. is 81. Stephen. u fine church. re-
built by Sir Christopher Wren after the great
fire of London. In 1850 1t was momcntarily
drawn from obscurity by the somewhat start
ling discovery OF 1000 collins in its vaults r..
As was passing. having decided to go to st.
Paups by another route to avoid the crowd.
noticed u few loungeis lookingal some object
on the pavement a, the foot of the church.
drow nearer. police officer was kindly sup
porting young woman, c.eunly and mlseraby
clnd; She had tainted after telling, the CON
stable that she had not touched food for three
days. Her hands were admirably moulded.
She had long and slender fingers. hut astonish-
ingly thin and OF Il deadly paicncss. Her waXen
complexion warranted the truth of her story.
But don't you see that she is dying" said
to the public house yonder.' Then the con
stable st with no further hesitation. lifting up
her away. She must have been Of light weight!
for he carried her as though she wore u enid
wonder II she died in his arms.
few minutes afterwards was at 81. Paul's
One door only of the immense ba.iica had
through the others had been reserved Tor per-
sons favored with special tickets. The festival
WAS the 22oth anniyersnry of the corporation Of
chnrtor under Charles IL, The object Of the
CORPORATION t. 70 pension the poor widows and
and to educate and apprentice their chi drcn
This corporation Is Possessed OF estates and
funded property. but it reckons also on public
contributions.
most respectable medley of devout souls
were pressing their way through the reserved
ongenesd to the public. Here people We're more
tered the temple tho first man mo, was carry
ing his sweetheart on his shoulders to allow
her 10 see something of the pageant. few
steps further came III collision with man
who was lounging about with his hat on his
vacant inches. ] bcheld an old couple partak-
ing OF some fruit. while on my left. under the
folds OF the glorious and much tattcred flag OF
tho LNll. tallidieseNl, two young people were
engaged IN "A lunch OF sandwiches and biscuits
Elsewhere were mon. whom shou lid not like
70 meet alone at night on the ombankmcnt
lying down against monuments or piers. some
sleeping. some talking. Suddenly came n rush
and most people climbed their seats. The pro-
ccssion composed of tho Lords Archbislops Of
Canterbury and York, Of the Bishops OF Lon
don; OF the Lord Mayor, and of many other
marching toward the Dome. At that
same moment | was luckily recognized
by one of the stewards. who showed me to "a
silence which had established itself. rose in the
distant choir OF tho immense church most
beautiful music. A full and splendid orcles-
| ira accompan led by the mighty organ brought
| forth vii admirable force and feeling one of
the most expressive symphonies i ever heard
~ art. breathed out in turn the noblest and
most exalted inspirations. The grand cathe-
dral had grown dark while the last chords of
this great composition were dying along the
misty submits OF Its domes.
How beautiful whispered on my right a
young mechanic. On my left an extremely
pretty young woman and her cavalier. who had
not csased to eat sweets from the commence
ment of the religious anthem were i'm passively
swallowing their last sugar plum. The ,m9jcs-
neither the work of Beethoven nor Of Mozart
but a production OF the playful composer of
the Pirates OF Penzance" and of "Patience"-
Arthur Sullivan.