. A wanderer in London. -; up the long Ilolloway Road (where I weakened. Mil. rilAKI KKHOUSK THE SPANURDS 161 and took a tram); up Highgate Hill; and so to that healthynorthern suburb where time still tarries. All this I did forold sakes sake, because it was at Highgate, on the very topof the hill, that I used to live — just north of the Grove,where Carlyle heard Coleridge discourse endlessly of thesum-jective and the om-jective. Tome Highgate is still Londons most fascinating suburb,for it has a quietness and an unpretentiousness that areforeign to Hampstead. On how many sweet May eveningshav
. A wanderer in London. -; up the long Ilolloway Road (where I weakened. Mil. rilAKI KKHOUSK THE SPANURDS 161 and took a tram); up Highgate Hill; and so to that healthynorthern suburb where time still tarries. All this I did forold sakes sake, because it was at Highgate, on the very topof the hill, that I used to live — just north of the Grove,where Carlyle heard Coleridge discourse endlessly of thesum-jective and the om-jective. Tome Highgate is still Londons most fascinating suburb,for it has a quietness and an unpretentiousness that areforeign to Hampstead. On how many sweet May eveningshave I walked along Hampstead Lane to the Spaniards,past Caens dark recesses, where it is whispered badgers arestill to be found, and sitting in one of the taverns arbours,have heard the nightingale singing in Bishops Wood. TheSpaniards in those days, ten years ago, was one of the bestof the old London inns still surviving — without the Ger-man waiter and the coloured wine glasses to bring in thefalse new note. And I was never tired of leading myfriends thither to sh
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