He was engaged in designing the uniforms and coats-of-arms for the various municipalities of London.

They gave him deep and no inconsiderable thought.

He felt the responsibility.
"I cannot think," he said, "why people should think the names of places in the country more poetical than those in London.

Shallow romanticists go away in trains and stop in places called Hugmy-in-the-Hole, or Bumps-on-the-Puddle.

And all the time they could, if they liked, go and live at a place with the dim, divine name of St.John's Wood.