Then at noon, what delight to escape to the banks at Putney or Richmond,--the row up the river; the fishing punt; the ease at your inn till dark! or if this tempt not, still Autumn shines clear and calm over the roofs, where the smoke has a holiday; and how clean gleam the vistas through the tranquillized thoroughfares; and as you saunter along, you have all London to yourself, Andrew Selkirk, but with the mart of the world for your desert.

And when October comes on, it has one characteristic of spring,--life busily returns to the city; you see the shops bustling up, trade flowing back.

As birds scent the April, so the children of commerce plume their wings and prepare for the first slack returns of the season.

But November! Strange the taste, stout the lungs, grief-defying the heart, of the visitor who finds charms and joy in a London November.
In a small lodging-house in Bulstrode Street, Manchester Square, grouped a family in mourning who had had the temerity to come to town in November, for the purpose, no doubt, of raising their spirits.

In the dull, small drawing-room of the dull, small house we introduce to you, first, a middle-aged gentleman whose dress showed what dress now fails to show,--his profession.