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sixpence）；　condescend　a　little；　as　they　drowsily　bide　or　recall

their　turn　for　chasing　the　ebbing　Neptune　on　the　ribbed　sea…sand。

From　Messrs。　Hunt　and　Roskell's；　the　jewellers；　all　things　are

absent　but　the　precious　stones；　and　the　gold　and　silver；　and　the

soldierly　pensioner　at　the　door　with　his　decorated　breast。　　I　might

stand　night　and　day　for　a　month　to　come；　in　Saville…row；　with　my

tongue　out；　yet　not　find　a　doctor　to　look　at　it　for　love　or　money。

The　dentists'　instruments　are　rusting　in　their　drawers；　and　their

horrible　cool　parlours；　where　people　pretend　to　read　the　Every…Day

Book　and　not　to　be　afraid；　are　doing　penance　for　their　grimness　in

white　sheets。　　The　light…weight　of　shrewd　appearance；　with　one　eye

always　shut　up；　as　if　he　were　eating　a　sharp　gooseberry　in　all

seasons；　who　usually　stands　at　the　gateway　of　the　livery…stables　on

very　little　legs　under　a　very　large　waistcoat；　has　gone　to

Doncaster。　　Of　such　undesigning　aspect　is　his　guileless　yard　now；

with　its　gravel　and　scarlet　beans；　and　the　yellow　Break　housed

under　a　glass　roof　in　a　corner；　that　I　almost　believe　I　could　not

be　taken　in　there；　if　I　tried。　　In　the　places　of　business　of　the

great　tailors；　the　cheval…glasses　are　dim　and　dusty　for　lack　of

being　looked　into。　　Ranges　of　brown　paper　coat　and　waistcoat　bodies

look　as　funereal　as　if　they　were　the　hatchments　of　the　customers

with　whose　names　they　are　inscribed；　the　measuring　tapes　hang　idle

on　the　wall；　the　order…taker；　left　on　the　hopeless　chance　of　some

one　looking　in；　yawns　in　the　last　extremity　over　the　book　of

patterns；　as　if　he　were　trying　to　read　that　entertaining　library。

The　hotels　in　Brook…street　have　no　one　in　them；　and　the　staffs　of

servants　stare　disconsolately　for　next　season　out　of　all　the

windows。　　The　very　man　who　goes　about　like　an　erect　Turtle；　between

two　boards　recommendatory　of　the　Sixteen　Shilling　Trousers；　is

aware　of　himself　as　a　hollow　mockery；　and　eats　filberts　while　he

leans　his　hinder　shell　against　a　wall。



Among　these　tranquillising　objects；　it　is　my　delight　to　walk　and

meditate。　　Soothed　by　the　repose　around　me；　I　wander　insensibly　to

considerable　distances；　and　guide　myself　back　by　the　stars。　　Thus；

I　enjoy　the　contrast　of　a　few　still　partially　inhabited　and　busy

spots　where　all　the　lights　are　not　fled；　where　all　the　garlands　are

not　dead；　whence　all　but　I　have　not　departed。　　Then；　does　it　appear

to　me　that　in　this　age　three　things　are　clamorously　required　of　Man

in　the　miscellaneous　thoroughfares　of　the　metropolis。　　Firstly；

that　he　have　his　boots　cleaned。　　Secondly；　that　he　eat　a　penny　ice。

Thirdly；　that　he　get　himself　photographed。　　Then　do　I　speculate；

What　have　those　seam…worn　artists　been　who　stand　at　the　photograph

doors　in　Greek　caps；　sample　in　hand；　and　mysteriously　salute　the

public　…　the　female　public　with　a　pressing　tenderness　…　to　come　in

and　be　'took'？　　What　did　they　do　with　their　greasy　blandishments；

before　the　era　of　cheap　photography？　　Of　what　class　were　their

previous　victims；　and　how　victimised？　　And　how　did　they　get；　and

how　did　they　pay　for；　that　large　collection　of　likenesses；　all

purporting　to　have　been　taken　inside；　with　the　taking　of　none　of

which　had　that　establishment　any　more　to　do　than　with　the　taking　of

Delhi？



But；　these　are　small　oases；　and　I　am　soon　back　again　in

metropolitan　Arcadia。　　It　is　my　impression　that　much　of　its　serene

and　peaceful　character　is　attributable　to　the　absence　of　customary

Talk。　　How　do　I　know　but　there　may　be　subtle　influences　in　Talk；　to

vex　the　souls　of　men　who　don't　hear　it？　　How　do　I　know　but　that

Talk；　five；　ten；　twenty　miles　off；　may　get　into　the　air　and

disagree　with　me？　　If　I　rise　from　my　bed；　vaguely　troubled　and

wearied　and　sick　of　my　life；　in　the　session　of　Parliament；　who

shall　say　that　my　noble　friend；　my　right　reverend　friend；　my　right

honourable　friend；　my　honourable　friend；　my　honourable　and　learned

friend；　or　my　honourable　and　gallant　friend；　may　not　be　responsible

for　that　effect　upon　my　nervous　system？　　Too　much　Ozone　in　the　air；

I　am　informed　and　fully　believe　（though　I　have　no　idea　what　it　is）；

would　affect　me　in　a　marvellously　disagreeable　way；　why　may　not　too

much　Talk？　　I　don't　see　or　hear　the　Ozone；　I　don't　see　or　hear　the

Talk。　　And　there　is　so　much　Talk；　so　much　too　much；　such　loud　cry；

and　such　scant　supply　of　wool；　such　a　deal　of　fleecing；　and　so

little　fleece！　　Hence；　in　the　Arcadian　season；　I　find　it　a

delicious　triumph　to　walk　down　to　deserted　Westminster；　and　see　the

Courts　shut　up；　to　walk　a　little　further　and　see　the　Two　Houses

shut　up；　to　stand　in　the　Abbey　Yard；　like　the　New　Zealander　of　the

grand　English　History　（concerning　which　unfortunate　man；　a　whole

rookery　of　mares'　nests　is　generally　being　discovered）；　and　gloat

upon　the　ruins　of　Talk。　　Returning　to　my　primitive　solitude　and

lying　down　to　sleep；　my　grateful　heart　expands　with　the

consciousness　that　there　is　no　adjourned　Debate；　no　ministerial

explanation；　nobody　to　give　notice　of　intention　to　ask　the　noble

Lord　at　the　head　of　her　Majesty's　Government　five…and…twenty

bootless　questions　in　one；　no　term　time　with　legal　argument；　no

Nisi　Prius　with　eloquent　appeal　to　British　Jury；　that　the　air　will

to…morrow；　and　to…morrow；　and　to…morrow；　remain　untroubled　by　this

superabundant　generating　of　Talk。　　In　a　minor　degree　it　is　a

delicious　triumph　to　me　to　go　into　the　club；　and　see　the　carpets

up；　and　the　Bores　and　the　other　dust　dispersed　to　the　four　winds。

Again；　New　Zealander…like；　I　stand　on　the　cold　hearth；　and　say　in

the　solitude；　'Here　I　watched　Bore　A　1；　with　voice　always

mysteriously　low　and　head　always　mysteriously　drooped；　whispering

political　secrets　into　the　ears　of　Adam's　confiding　children。

Accursed　be　his　memory　for　ever　and　a　day！'



But；　I　have　all　this　time　been　coming　to　the　point；　that　the　happy

nature　of　my　retirement　is　most　sweetly　expressed　in　its　being　the

abode　of　Love。　　It　is；　as　it　were；　an　inexpensive　Agapemone：

nobody's　speculation：　　everybody's　profit。　　The　one　great　result　of

the　resumption　of　primitive　habits；　and　（convertible　terms）　the　not

having　much　to　do；　is；　the　abounding　of　Love。



The　Klem　species　are　incapable　of　the　softer　emotions；　probably；　in

that　low　nomadic　race；　the　softer　emotions　have　all　degenerated

into　flue。　　But；　with　this　exception；　all　the　sharers　of　my　retreat

make　love。



I　have　mentioned　Saville…row。　　We　all　know　the　Doctor's　servant。

We　all　know　what　a　respectable　man　he　is；　what　a　hard　dry　man；　what

a　firm　man；　what　a　confidential　man：　　how　he　lets　us　into　the

waiting…room；　like　a　man　who　knows　minutely　what　is　the　matter　with

us；　but　from　whom　the　rack　should　not　wring　the　secret。　　In　the

prosaic　〃season；〃　he　has　distinctly　the　appearance　of　a　man

conscious　of　money　in　the　savings　bank；　and　taking　his　stand　on　his

respectability　with　both　feet。　　At　that　time　it　is　as　impossible　to

associate　him　with　relaxation；　or　any　human　weakness；　as　it