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IN

TO

ALL,

BOTH GREAT AND SMALL,

WITH EAGER EYE AND EAR,
WHO DWELL AFAR OR NEAR
HOPE THAT SOME DAY YOU'LL CONTRIVE
VIEW GREAT LONDON'S BUSY HIVE,

AND HEAR THE MIGHTY HUM OF BEES

AT WORK ALIKE IN SUN OR SHOWER,
WHILE BUTTERFLIES BENEATH THE TREES
FLIT IDLY BY FROM FLOWER TO FLOWER
IN

PARKS AND GARDENS BRIGHT AND GAY:

COME, CLIMB SAINT PAUL'S WITH us TO-DAY,

AND WITH THIS BOOK IN HAND,
UPON THE DOME WE'LL STAND,
AND THENCE LOOK DOWN
O'ER LONDON TOWN.

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CONTENTS
THE HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT
ST. PAUL'S CATHEDRAL
THE TOWER OF LONDON
THE OMNIBUS
THE PENNY-ICE MAN
COVENT GARDEN
THE PENNY-TOY MAN
THE ORANGE GIRL
THE FIRST OF MAY
ST. JAMES' PARK
WESTMINSTER ABBEY
..

..

CHARITY GIRLS

THE
THE
THE
THE
THE
THE

MUSEUM
UNDERGROUND RAILWAY
ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS
BRITISH

MILK

WOMAN

MUFFIN MAN
SHOEBLACKS

..
..

CHRIST'S HOSPITAL

GUILDHALL-GOG AND MAGOG

THE CAT'S-MEAT MAN
THE NIGHT WATCH
THE FOUNDLING HOSPITAL
THE FLOWER WOMAN
CLEOPATRA'S NEEDLE
THE CHESTNUT WOMAN
THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBER
THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL
THE HAPPY FAMILY
THE CROSSING SWEEPER
PUNCH AND JUDY
THE LOWTHER ARCADE
THE DUSTMAN IS COMING
GOOD BYE
..

..

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AMONG
Which

little

The Tower
Has, you

Some

wish to view,

visitors

stands
will

first,

and

its

great

Miss Prue's

spot, to

The

will

know

cast,

the ravens next time, no doubt.

red-coated guard who's watching here

Is called a Beefeater

And Prue

surprise,

fine old ravens are strutting about.

upon the picture a glance you

You

renown

notice, attracted Prue.

At a well-known

If

London Town

the sights of

child

fancy that

discovers, as she draws near,

by

his side

who

" Father and

Mother, pray

is

round and

come

here,"

In tones so pleasant, laughs lively Prue

"You've shown me things

Beefeater's

baby

I'll

fat.

that are

odd and

show you/"

queer,

RUE

has wandered high and wandered low

Through Norman chapel and dungeon

The grand Crown Jewels

And

cell;

that sparkle so,

the Traitor's Gate, she has seen as well.

She has looked from the walls on the River,

And

spent in the Armouries nearly an hour

Ah! holiday

folks like our

too,

Miss Prue

Eujoy themselves when they come to the Tower

But the Tower was a

And

prison, in days of old,

few who got into

Though now we can

Any day

it

visit

ever

came

out,

the grim stronghold

of the week, without fear or doubt.

II

Omnibus

TE>he
JiVERY

day along the

streets of

mighty London

Town

Nine hundred omnibuses rumble up and down.

When
And

you're tired of walking, call

he'll

"Hi! Conductor,

stop!"

give you such a jolly ride, for twopence, on the top.

Sometimes by the
Turning round

'bus's side small

boys

just like the wheels,

"We've not had any

breakfast,

will

run a mile,

and hungry

won't you toss us

That's what they call a penny in the streets of

12

all

the while:

down

a brown ?"-

London Town.

<ppnny-lcp
IN summer when
And

An

ice

So

this

is

the sun

is

high,

children's lips are parched

and

dry,

just the thing to try.

young man who comes,

From

'tis

plain,

Saffron Hill or Leather Lane,

A store of pence will quickly gain.

A lemon ice for me," says Fred

"

Cries Sue,

"No, have a cream

instead."

"A

raspberry!" shouts Newsboy Ned.

"What fun! Although we're now in June,
"

"

this afternoon,
says Ned
Like eating winter with a spoon !"
It feels

THIS
What

is

Covent Garden,

a lively scene!

Here are

flowers so pretty,

There are leaves so green.

These are busy buyers,

Busy

sellers those,

Selling, buying, selling,

Everything that grows.

Fruits and lovely blossoms

Hither come each day,

Fresh from other gardens

Many

miles away.

Cabbages potatoes,
Pears and apples too,
Grapes, and pines, and peaches,

All are here on view.

So the

air is

scented

With the pleasant

fruits,

With the bright-hued nosegays,

And
For the

the springing roots.

little

street-boys,

Walking up and down,

It's

almost like the country

Brought to London Town.

"

TOYS

toys

Penny Toys

Toys

for girls,

and toys

Toys

for dots

who

Toys

for youngsters stout

Toys

for prince

Toys,

my

Toys

for girls

That

for

boys

and peasant

dears, for all of

and toys

for

Bawling out

On

toyman

talks,

his toyman's song,

the pavement with a tray

Which

boys

the

While he slowly moves along,

tall,

too,

you

how

As through London Town he walks

scarce can crawl,

and

is

is

filled,

With new toys

Of

Toys! toys! Penny Toys!"

from day to day,

to catch the eye

the youthful passer-by.

Sometimes

it's

a great big spider,

Like that Miss Muffet had beside her;

Sometimes

it's

Or a baby

doll that cries;

Sometimes

it's

Or a

a bat that

a frog that leaps,

crocodile that creeps

But whatever toy

For a penny

16

flies,

it's

is

shown,

your own.

tohe Orange 6irl

ORANGE-GIRL
Here you may
That she

is

Kitty

see.

Three

That

for a
is

She's
"

penny

her cry;

No wonder many
Hasten

to buy.

Orange-girl Kitty's

Mother, we're told,

Everyone

pities

So feeble and
Poor mother's

old.

living

Kitty obtains,
Cheerfully giving

Her

all

Roams

to

and

fro;

All through the city

pretty

All will agree.

"

Orange-girl Kitty

that she gains.

When

low.

the sun's shining,

When
Never

known high and

the rain

falls,

repining,

"Fine

fruit!" Kitty calls.

of

(<5h

CHIMNEY
Here he

He

is

Sweeps' Day, Blackbird

singing,

you

see, in the

"

is

gay,

May."

has feathers as black as a chimney sweep's coat,

So on Chimney Sweeps' Day he must pipe a glad

JACK

note.

RE.EN

Jack-in-the-Green from door to door

Capers along with his followers four.

are seldom seen,

As May Day mummers

Let us

all

give a copper to Jack-in-the-Green.

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WHAT

a countrified scene

Who

would think London

That

its

murmur

we have here!

Town was

cornes borne on the breeze

To

the listener under the trees

To

this spot, to

Each

so near,

buy

biscuits or buns,

city child joyously runs.

But the Park's greatest

Is a glass of

treat,

new milk from

they

all

the cow.

vow,

VARIED

the drake to the ducks, "Here's a

boy with a bun,

Come, make haste we shall have quite a feast

"Would you mind," said a swan, "if we shared in
!

"

dear no

!"

said he;

" not in the least

"
!

the fun?"

!"

was surely through fear, not politeness at all,

That the drake made so civil a speech,
For that one penny bun, after all, was so small,
It

There was hardly a mouthful

.T

for

each

ROM the ducks and the swans on the lake,

A

much

Though

Yet green

And

to next

page

quieter scene
you may pass
Westminster Cloisters are hoary with age,
:

is

their velvety grass,

cheerily bright are their gables

and peaks,

As they glow in the westering sun

'Tis some house in the Cloisters yon schoolboy seeks
:

Don't you wonder, now, which

is

the one ?
.'

--

v\

>
V

Ghe
Inner Cloisters

Westminster

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IN

the land

all

pile so

Is scarcely

As

Around

this.

Its old

grand
found

grey walls

The shadow falls

Of bygone years,

And so one fears

To raise one's tone,
When one is shown
Some

ancient tomb,

Half hid

in

gloom.
Beneath such stones

There

rest the

bones

Of monarchs bold,
Whose story's told
For you and

me

In history.

DDOO

22

r ROM kings of men

We wander then

And

We're quickly brought

Where they

To

Their rest

proved in fight
Great Britain's might.

kings of thought,

Interred hard by.

As sweet
By music

Here, too, repose

of those

The

For poets

lie

Over

The bones

Who

Long, long ago.

Brave knights were they

And

Can

fought the foe

in the fray

is

made

as prayer

their

rare

head

sleeping dead
daily hear

The anthem
;

are laid

clear

Floating along

Like angel's song,

They kept from shame

Until

The English name,

Like angel's

it

dies
sighs.

On
JN

OT

far

the uuai] to the British ffluseum

from the British

Museum

there stands

An

apple stall, painted bright green,

Whence a penny may buy from the stall-keeper's hands

Three apples,

all

Now

rosy and clean.

the girls of

St.

George's great Charity School

Very often are passing that way,

For their governors wise make this very good
They must go for a walk every day.

rule

How wistful the glances

How they long for an

they cast as they pass,

apple to eat ;
But their pockets are quite without pennies, alas
To purchase so dainty a treat.

These maidens have cheeks that are rosy and sweet

As the choicest of fruit on the stall,
And the very next time that we meet in this street,
I'll
buy apples enough for them all.

GOODNESS

gracious!

What

a noise

Baby Bunting's bent on making

It

is

quite

enough

to set

All the heads around him aching.

Baby has
could see 'em,
we
Many griefs
For with other babes he's come
Miles and miles to the Museum.
Still

we're sure that

if

BRITISH MUStJM

Baby Bunting thought, of

course,

When he said good bye to mother,

That he'd pass in through the gates
With big sister and big brother.
BA8IES

ARMS
NOT A.DMIfTEO

IM

But poor Baby finds, alas,

That his little hopes have
For

flitted,

the nasty notice says

"Babes

in

arms are not admitted."

In ftp

BriMsh

Muspum-S
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NORTH WEST

EDIFICE

26

NIMROUD

BriHsh Muspum

In thp

IF you want

to see

all

Stuffed crocodiles,

Hairy ducks with four

Fat

beetles,

sorts of wonderful things,

mammoths, and
feet,

and

fishes

sloths,

with wings,

and strange spotted moths

And enormous winged bulls with long beards, carved

Dug up
And

from Assyria's sand,

old blackened

Discovered

And
You

in

mummies

as dry as a bone,

Egypt's lone land,

beautiful statues from Greece

And

and from Rome,

other fine things without end,

will find

If a

in stone,

day

you can see half the world here

in this place

you

will spend.

at

home,

Underground
WHO
Why,

this in the

is

little

Dot,

Three stone

five

Calls out Miss

On

this

I
!

Weighing Chair?

Wonderful

do declare!
" So

much

Dot; "then

And

"

as that ?

must be

Beneath the

fat!"

wait for an underground train to

them

swiftly

And

back to

From morn

till

night,

Hither and thither they run, up and down,

and the opposite page you see

carry

trains

Clattering through tunnels without daylight,

Many
Of

Dot's mother, and brother, and sisters three.

They

Railuuaij

their

streets of

prefer these trains instead

the cabs and

" Busses

For they run much

come

home.

London Town.

Miss Dot's papa

is

And One Hundred

the quickest

way

a busy man,

Millions of people,

'tis

found,

Are carried each year by the " Underground."

28

overhead,

faster than horses can.

goes to the City every day

"
By the Underground,"

"

|(5hp Zoological Gardpns

AWAY

we go

to the famous Zoo'

With Bertie, and Nellie, and Dick, and Sue.

And we feel quite ready to jump for glee
When the wonderful birds and beasts we see.
The pelican solemn with monster beak,

And
Have

the

plump

little

set us laughing

And

penguin round and sleek,

Ha, ha! Ho! ho!

you'll laugh too, if

you look below.

To

the monkey-house then we make our way,

Where the monkeys chatter, and climb, and play
At the snakes we peep, then onward stroll,

To talk
And after

On

to the parrots,
all that,

and

there will

"

scratch a poll."

still

be time

the patient elephant's back to climb.

DON'T

forget at the Zoo'

To

take a good view

Of

the funny old bear,

Who
Up

climbs out of his

a pole

With

Look,

lair

he's here,

his figure so queer,

And

his thick

And

his bun-seeking jaws.

On

clumsy paws,

the end of a stick

Place a bun

"Now

Master Bertie"

What an
The

quick,

and, snap!

awful red trap

bun's out of sight,

But one more

will delight

Father Bruin up there,

For

his appetite's rare,

And
To

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he never says

a dozen or

so.

"No"

U/oman

(She
MILK

oi Milk

or

Each morn she

And

cries,

little

Ope

sleepers
their eyes,

And wonder

if

pure milk

is

sold

By Betty here, for they've been

That London milk

told

(How

Is

people talk !)
water
only
Mixed with chalk
!

MILK O!

33

GW muffin Qf?an
YOU'VE

heard about the muffin man,

the muffin man, the muffin man,

You've heard about the muffin man

who

lives in

Drury Lane

Well, here you see that muffin man

that celebrated muffin man,

And

if

you try

his muffins, you'll be sure to

buy again

Shoeblack Brigade
IF

you wanted a boy to polish your shoes,

Which

of these two, do you think, you would choose

They were once

And

in

But now

"

Street Arabs," hungry, ill-clad,

very sore danger of going to the bad

!

one might think that their fortunes were made,

They're so proud to belong to the Shoeblack Brigade.

35

Blue-Coal- Boqs
IF you

should pass through Newgate

Bareheaded boys with coats of blue,
Among the crowd you're sure to meet

And

all

Street,

with yellow stockings too.

Their coats are long as well as blue,

And when at football they do play,

They find them rather heavy too,
So tuck them up out of the way.
In Christchurch passage will be found
The entrance to the School and though
;

It

looks so quiet, all around

hear the crowd go to and

We

fro.

Above the doorway there you see

The Boy King's statue
Would you know
:

Who

founded this great school ? 'Twas

More than three hundred years ago.

36

he,

37

&
iN

the famous Guildhall

Mayor and Alderman

Meet

And

to banquet

all

and

feast,

whispered that they

it's

Aren't inclined in the least

From

the table to stray:

For they're fond of good cheer,

And

they meet with

Where

it

here,

the wine

Is so fine,

And

still

Where

better than that,

the turtle's rich fat

Tempts

the guests

Turtle soup

And

's

when they

very good,

a favourite food,

With the banqueters

Who

all

frequent the Guildhall.

dine.

Two

giants so

tall

Guard the famous

(Gog
Is

is

one,

Guildhall.

and the other

his brother.)

Magog

Well, these giants so

Watch

tall

the feast, but can't call

For a crumb,

As

they're

And

dumb,

not living at

all

Else 'twould seem scarcely

fair,

That when good things were

Gog and Magog should stare

From their pedestals high,
For

if

placed at a table

At

least they'd look able,

To

dine there and then

Like two

live

Aldermen

by,

She Cars-meal-

Hlan
HE

"

calls

down

All

JJT\
Meat, meat

the street

dogs "bow-wow,"

And

cats "mi-ow,"

Come
As
"

if

Do

The

to say

serve us, pray,

first

The man
Of meat

And

sly

purring by,

of

all,

For we're so

to kits,

and dogs;

cats,

And down
Still cries

small."

throws bits

Then on he

40

And

While kittens

'

"

jogs,

the street

Meat, meat

"
!

POLICEMAN

A, Policeman B,

Likewise Policemen

C and D

All in a row, sedate

and

Away

to their beats, tramp

Now

the

And

his

As he

He

^
I

slow,
!

tramp
first is

Tohp
t

Hi
CJ

LU 3 I C M

they go.

beloved by

Ann

the cook,

manly face has a bashful look,

thinks, with a sigh, of the beer

and the pie

has had from those area steps close by.

And

here are three housemaids trim and slim;

Mr. B. knows Betty

But Policeman

And

is

fond of him

loves Cicely,

Dolly's engaged to Policeman D.

THE

FOUNDLING
IN

Guildford Street, great

London Town,

Is a Nursery, bigger than ever

When

has been

each child grows up and leaves

Another new baby that day

In the Foundling

cots.

Each

is

its

walls,

seen

little

babe

Has no baby sister or baby brother,

And never shall know the anxious care
And tender touch of a loving mother.
But " Our Father," who gives their " daily bread "

To all
To build

of His creatures, caused kindly

this

home

for famishing

men

babes

From many a poverty-stricken den

And here they are fed, and clothed, and taught,
And lift their voices in prayer and praise;
And here every Sunday the people flock
To hear the Anthem the Foundlings raise.
:

AFTER
See them

CHAPEL,
all

Assembled

The

in

DINING HALL.

The bugle sounds

Clatter, chatter,

E'er grace

is

Such a noise

Then

and spoon

And

fork

lip

sung,

Oh

and tongue

Girls

43

such happy

and boys.

tohe Flouuer U/oman

FLOWERS

sweet and

fair,

Cleopatra's Heedle
UPON

Sir,

The children play around

From morning until night

And crowds of grown-up

Come here to see it too,

a bunch

Must the flower-woman

Embankment

You'll find a curious sight,

Flowers that any

Princess might wear, Sir
bunch for a penny!"

Many

the broad

sell,

To buy food for herself,

And her children as well.

'Tis Cleopatra's

it
;

people

Needle

Folks gather thus to view.

In Mother's pretty work-box

There's no such needle shown

This needle, brought from Egypt,

Is nothing but a stone.

How

silently

it

watches

Old Thames go gliding by

"

You're very old," the River says,

"But not so old as I."

Think you it longs for Egypt.

This wondrous solemn stone,
That stands and gazes at us
Each day so sad and lone ?
Ah yes when London's sleeping,
If monuments can dream,
!

It

longs for Egypt's palm-trees,

Nile's slow murmuring stream.

And

44

45

She Chestnut U/oman

ALL

hot

all

Ten a penny

And

if

you

my

hot

is

come buy

Hear the chestnuts

my

hiss

fire

and crack!

Better nuts you can't desire

Than

you are

cold,

of heat,

Something nice and warm to hold,

try,

You'll declare they're very nice.

See how brightly burns

if

Have a pennyworth

the price,

chestnuts

" All hot

these beauties, big and black.

Something nice and warm to

Munch
If

Say,

eat.

your chestnuts up, and then,

your toes want warming too,

Til have another

Just to

ten,

warm me through and

through!"

So the cheerful chestnut dame

To

each

As she

chilly passer calls,

roasts

above the flame

Fine round nuts

Hungry
If a

And

like floury balls.

children soon draw near,

penny they have

with

got,

warmth and food

They become "all hot!

all

to cheer,

hot!"

(She
1

HE

fifth

of

These bright

November they

All those

If all

down

he'll

in a bonfire he'll

who remember

Some money

bid you remember,

boys with the funny old Guy.

little

In his chair up and

Then burned

of

5lti

the

will give to the

gave a penny,

be borne through the town,

be by-and-by.

fifth

of

November

boys with the Guy.

wonder how many*

Wheels, crackers, and squibs they'd be able to buy

Faiukes
47

n rhp

Childrpn's Hospita

LITTLE
What

sick

Tommy,

trouble he's had

Medicine and

blisters

His cough was

Now

he

He

soon

And

better
will

go back

With

Of

is

so

bad

be

well,

to Mother,

stories to

tell,

softly reclining

On

pillows of down,

Of Mary

his nurse

In her pretty blue gown,

Of

the doctor so gentle,

The
I

And
Of

48

other sick boys,

oh

a whole shopful

beautiful toys

(She

HERE'S my
Little folks, as

Cats

who

fight,

Happq
Happy

Family,

you may see

but just in fun.

Mice who up the

flag-staff run,

Famili|
Now, my
Girls

49

me and

you,

and boys who scold and

tease,

Might a lesson learn from these

Birds and beasts
In

Paroquet, canaries too,

dears, 'twixt

my Happy

who

Family.

all

agree

C rossing

Sweeper

HE

is weak and old, and he feels the cold,

But a nice clean path he keeps,
For passengers all, both great and small,

As

the

mud

The people

At

to each side he sweeps.

stare, in

his turban rare,

London Town,

and

his face so

brown,

But the poor old Hindoo does not mind,

So long as a coin for him they find.
And he nods and smiles, as he sweeps away,

As
"

if

to the passer-by he 'd say,

Think of your shining boots and shoes,

And a copper to me you can't refuse.
For each penny I get I sweep the faster
Ah! thank you,

Thank

you,

Kind young master!"

PURCM

FI

UD

n D -J

HAVE you a penny

well then, stay

Haven't you any ? don't go away

Punch holds receptions all through the day,
Squeaking aloud to gather a crowd,
!

Scolding at Toby, beating his Wife,

Frightening the Constable out of his life,
And making jokes in a terrible passion,
As is Mr. Punch's peculiar fashion
;

For

Of

his old, delightful plan

getting as many pence as he can.

this

is

Then away he'll jog,

With his Wife and his Dog,

New

folks to

meet

In the very next street.

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TELL me, rosy

vlrcade

little

boy,

little

Listen,
maiden, too,
Do you love a fine new toy ?

Yes, you say, of course you do.

Then your thought

to

Mother

tell,

And she'll take her little maid,

And her little boy as well,
To this wonderful Arcade.
Active apes that climb up sticks,
Swords and guns and trumpets bright,

Wooden

horses,

wooden

bricks,

lambs with fleeces white,

Big
Dolls that smile and dolls that cry,
fat

Soldiers ready for parade,

All are here for you to buy,
In this wonderful Arcade.

Toys are hanging up on strings,

Toys are laid in tempting rows,

And

each shop with pretty things

Is so

crammed

it

overflows.

Little girls and little boys

Oft are puzzled, we're afraid,

Which

to choose of all the toys

In this wonderful Arcade.

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Look!

to bed the pets

it's

Ah

"
!

coming
must

flock.

nearly eight o'clock.

Baby's sleepy, so
"

is

is

Claire

says Mother on the

stair,

To little folks that yawn and blink,

"The dustman's coming, I should think."

Mother's right, for sure enough

Here's the dustman, strong and

"Dust ho! dust ho!" hear

As

his cry,

the dust-cart rumbles by.

The dustman home

is

For there you see the

And

bluff.

going soon,
rising moon.

sleepy Claire, in cot so white,

Thinks that

his cry

must mean "Good Night.

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