But long before I knew Jones,
Fetter Lane was always a street which I was more in than perhaps any
other in London. Leather Lane, the road through Lincoln's Inn Fields
to the Museum, the Embankment, Fleet Street, the Strand and Charing
Cross come next.
A Clifford's Inn Euphemism
People when they want to get rid of their cats, and do not like
killing them, bring them to the garden of Clifford's Inn, drop them
there and go away. In spite of all that is said about cats being
able to find their way so wonderfully, they seldom do find it, and
once in Clifford's Inn the cat generally remains there. The
technical word among the laundresses in the inn for this is, "losing"
a cat:
"Poor thing, poor thing," said one old woman to me a few days ago,
"it's got no fur on its head at all, and no doubt that's why the
people she lived with lost her."
London Trees
They are making a great outcry about the ventilators on the Thames
Embankment, just as they made a great outcry about the Griffin in
Fleet Street. [See Alps and Sanctuaries. Introduction.] They say
the ventilators have spoiled the Thames Embankment. They do not
spoil it half so much as the statues do--indeed, I do not see that
they spoil it at all. The trees that are planted everywhere are, or
will be, a more serious nuisance. Trees are all very well where
there is plenty of room, otherwise they are a mistake; they keep in
the moisture, exclude light and air, and their roots disturb
foundations; most of our London Squares would look much better if the
trees were thinned.
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