CHAPTER XXVI.
How Jack Sheppard attended his Mother's Funeral.
That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green.

On the next morning--Sunday--the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road.
It was a clear, lovely, October morning.

The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees.

The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees.
Jack's heart was too full to allow him to derive any pleasure from this scene; so he strolled on without raising his eyes till he arrived at Kensal Green.

Here he obtained some breakfast, and mounting the hill turned off into the fields on the right.