The crowd was a real English crowd, perfectly
undemonstrative, and entirely decorous, being composed mostly of
well-dressed people, and largely of women. The cause of the assemblage
was the opening of Parliament by the Queen, but we were too late for any
chance of seeing her Majesty. However, we extricated ourselves from the
multitude, and, going along Pall Mall, got into the Park by the steps at
the foot of the Duke of York's Column, and thence went to the Whitehall
Gateway, outside of which we found the Horse Guards drawn up,--a regiment
of black horses and burnished cuirasses. On our way thither an open
carriage came through the gateway into the Park, conveying two ladies in
court dresses; and another splendid chariot pressed out through the
gateway,--the coachman in a cocked hat and scarlet and gold embroidery,
and two other scarlet and gold figures hanging behind. It was one of the
Queen's carriages, but seemed to have nobody in it. I have forgotten to
mention what, I think, produced more effect on me than anything else,
namely, the clash of the bells from the steeple of St. Martin's Church
and those of St. Margaret. Really, London seemed to cry out through
them, and bid welcome to the Queen.
December 7th.--This being a muddy and dismal day, I went only to the
BRITISH MUSEUM,
which is but a short walk down the street (Great Russell Street). I have
now visited it often enough to be on more familiar terms with it than at
first, and therefore do not feel myself so weighed down by the many
things to be seen.
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