Rambles through the British Isles . and were it not for thesmoke of London, the sight from this j^oint would be the atmosphere is never free from smoke, and, conse-quently, even from this high eminence, the eye cannot take inmuch of the city. Below, and all around, lie innumerable roofs,covered with tiles, and any number of chimneys, built in such away, that they have the appearance of needing a friendly handto keep them from falling. There, too, is the Thames, with its many bridges, and restingon its surface, are steam and sail-ships, from many lands. Thecrowds of men and women tha
Rambles through the British Isles . and were it not for thesmoke of London, the sight from this j^oint would be the atmosphere is never free from smoke, and, conse-quently, even from this high eminence, the eye cannot take inmuch of the city. Below, and all around, lie innumerable roofs,covered with tiles, and any number of chimneys, built in such away, that they have the appearance of needing a friendly handto keep them from falling. There, too, is the Thames, with its many bridges, and restingon its surface, are steam and sail-ships, from many lands. Thecrowds of men and women that throng the streets below, look Saint rauPs Cathedral. 135 like the swarm of Lillii)utians, who tried to l)iiKl Guliiver withtlie hairs of his head. How insiguiticaut every thing lookstrom this stand-point! So I thought, to myself, just in the ratiothat man rises toward heaven and God, do the things of tliisworld look small. He looks down upon them, and counts themof but little value, when compared with the !. ^^K^. XIV. Westminster Abbey. How reverend is the face of this tail pile, ancient pillars rear their marble heads.
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