CHAPTER VII.
The river in its Sunday garb .-- Dress on the river .-- A chance for the men .-- Absence of taste in Harris .-- George's blazer .-- A day with the fashion-plate young lady .-- Mrs.Thomas's tomb .-- The man who loves not graves and coffins and skulls .-- Harris mad .-- His views on George and Banks and lemonade .-- He performs tricks.
It was while passing through Moulsey Lock that Harris told me about his maze experience.

It took us some time to pass through, as we were the only boat, and it is a big lock.

I don't think I ever remember to have seen Moulsey Lock, before, with only one boat in it.

It is, I suppose, Boulter's not even excepted, the busiest lock on the river.
I have stood and watched it, sometimes, when you could not see any water at all, but only a brilliant tangle of bright blazers, and gay caps, and saucy hats, and many-coloured parasols, and silken rugs, and cloaks, and streaming ribbons, and dainty whites; when looking down into the lock from the quay, you might fancy it was a huge box into which flowers of every hue and shade had been thrown pell-mell, and lay piled up in a rainbow heap, that covered every corner.
On a fine Sunday it presents this appearance nearly all day long, while, up the stream, and down the stream, lie, waiting their turn, outside the gates, long lines of still more boats; and boats are drawing near and passing away, so that the sunny river, from the Palace up to Hampton Church, is dotted and decked with yellow, and blue, and orange, and white, and red, and pink.

All the inhabitants of Hampton and Moulsey dress themselves up in boating costume, and come and mouch round the lock with their dogs, and flirt, and smoke, and watch the boats; and, altogether, what with the caps and jackets of the men, the pretty coloured dresses of the women, the excited dogs, the moving boats, the white sails, the pleasant landscape, and the sparkling water, it is one of the gayest sights I know of near this dull old London town.
The river affords a good opportunity for dress.