City Scenes; or, a peep into London

It is a beautiful sight to see the sun setting from this place: it shines upon the great dome of St. Paul’s, in all its glory, and makes it look as if it were made of gold. The...

’Tis the honest truth I tell, These were gather’d fresh to-day; I have cause to know it well, By the long and weary way. On my arm, so tann’d and brown, So my little basket hung...

HERE is Farmer Clodpole, who lives a hundred miles from London, coming to see it at last. They have just reached the top of a hill, and catch a fine view of the city.

Many of the crossings in London streets are often very dirty, and some little lads, who prefer doing even a dirty job to being idle, put down a board for the passengers to walk...