. A wanderer in London. sanitorium for con-sumptives, who says that once having a patient who wasunmistakably dying, and having written to his friends toreceive him again, they replied that his home off the EustonRoad was so wretched that they hoped she could keephim; which she would have done but for the man himself,who implored her to send him back where he could hearonce more the buses in the Euston Road. There, inthese two men, one in India and one dying in East Anglia,speaks the true Londoner. No transitory visitor to thecity can ever acquire this love; I doubt if anyone can whodid not sp
. A wanderer in London. sanitorium for con-sumptives, who says that once having a patient who wasunmistakably dying, and having written to his friends toreceive him again, they replied that his home off the EustonRoad was so wretched that they hoped she could keephim; which she would have done but for the man himself,who implored her to send him back where he could hearonce more the buses in the Euston Road. There, inthese two men, one in India and one dying in East Anglia,speaks the true Londoner. No transitory visitor to thecity can ever acquire this love; I doubt if anyone can whodid not spend his childhood in it. The Londoner speaking here is the real thing: the home-sickness which he feels is not to be counterfeited. It is notthe saddest part of the latter days of Charles Lamb that hewas doomed to Enfield and Edmonton, and that when hedid get to London now and then it was peopled by ghostsand knew him not. No wonder he shed tears to find thatSt. Dunstans iron figures — the wonders of his infancy, as i. i r— .*. ^ fi
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