beats　Scott　hollow；　and　Percy　too：　　but；　sir；　the　day　for　these
  things　is　gone　by；　nobody　at　present　cares　for　Percy；　nor　for　Scott
  either；　save　as　a　novelist；　sorry　to　discourage　merit；　sir；　but
  what　can　I　do！　　What　else　have　you　got？'
  'The　songs　of　Ab　Gwilym；　the　Welsh　bard；　also　translated　by　myself；
  with　notes　critical；　philological；　and　historical。'
  'Pass　on　…　what　else？'
  'Nothing　else；'　said　I；　folding　up　my　manuscript　with　a　sigh；
  'unless　it　be　a　romance　in　the　German　style；　on　which；　I　confess；　I
  set　very　little　value。'
  'Wild？'
  'Yes；　sir；　very　wild。'
  'Like　the　Miller　of　the　Black　Valley？'
  'Yes；　sir；　very　much　like　the　Miller　of　the　Black　Valley。'
  'Well；　that's　better；'　said　the　publisher；　'and　yet；　I　don't　know；
  I　question　whether　any　one　at　present　cares　for　the　miller　himself。
  No；　sir；　the　time　for　those　things　is　also　gone　by；　German；　at
  present；　is　a　drug；　and；　between　ourselves；　nobody　has　contributed
  to　make　it　so　more　than　my　good　friend　and　correspondent；　…　but；
  sir；　I　see　you　are　a　young　gentleman　of　infinite　merit；　and　I
  always　wish　to　encourage　merit。　　Don't　you　think　you　could　write　a
  series　of　evangelical　tales？'
  'Evangelical　tales；　sir？'
  'Yes；　sir；　evangelical　novels。'
  'Something　in　the　style　of　Herder？'
  'Herder　is　a　drug；　sir；　nobody　cares　for　Herder　…　thanks　to　my　good
  friend。　　Sir；　I　have　in　yon　drawer　a　hundred　pages　about　Herder；
  which　I　dare　not　insert　in　my　periodical；　it　would　sink　it；　sir。
  No；　sir；　something　in　the　style　of　the　DAIRYMAN'S　DAUGHTER。'
  'I　never　heard　of　the　work　till　the　present　moment。'
  'Then；　sir；　procure　it　by　all　means。　　Sir；　I　could　afford　as　much
  as　ten　pounds　for　a　well…written　tale　in　the　style　of　the
  DAIRYMAN'S　DAUGHTER；　that　is　the　kind　of　literature；　sir；　that
  sells　at　the　present　day！　　It　is　not　the　Miller　of　the　Black　Valley
  …　no；　sir；　nor　Herder　either；　that　will　suit　the　present　taste；　the
  evangelical　body　is　becoming　very　strong；　sir；　the　canting
  scoundrels　…　'
  'But；　sir；　surely　you　would　not　pander　to　a　scoundrelly　taste？'
  'Then；　sir；　I　must　give　up　business　altogether。　　Sir；　I　have　a
  great　respect　for　the　goddess　Reason　…　an　infinite　respect；　sir；
  indeed；　in　my　time；　I　have　made　a　great　many　sacrifices　for　her；
  but；　sir；　I　cannot　altogether　ruin　myself　for　the　goddess　Reason。
  Sir；　I　am　a　friend　to　Liberty；　as　is　well　known；　but　I　must　also　be
  a　friend　to　my　own　family。　　It　is　with　the　view　of　providing　for　a
  son　of　mine　that　I　am　about　to　start　the　Review　of　which　I　was
  speaking。　　He　has　taken　into　his　head　to　marry；　sir；　and　I　must　do
  something　for　him；　for　he　can　do　but　little　for　himself。　　Well；
  sir；　I　am　a　friend　to　Liberty；　as　I　said　before；　and　likewise　a
  friend　to　Reason；　but　I　tell　you　frankly　that　the　Review　which　I
  intend　to　get　up　under　the　rose；　and　present　him　with　when　it　is
  established；　will　be　conducted　on　Oxford　principles。'
  'Orthodox　principles；　I　suppose　you　mean；　sir？'
  'I　do；　sir；　I　am　no　linguist；　but　I　believe　the　words　are
  synonymous。'
  Much　more　conversation　passed　between　us；　and　it　was　agreed　that　I
  should　become　a　contributor　to　the　Oxford　Review。　　I　stipulated；
  however；　that；　as　I　knew　little　of　politics；　and　cared　less；　no
  other　articles　should　be　required　from　me　than　such　as　were
  connected　with　belles…lettres　and　philology；　to　this　the　big　man
  readily　assented。　　'Nothing　will　be　required　from　you；'　said　he；
  'but　what　you　mention；　and　now　and　then；　perhaps；　a　paper　on
  metaphysics。　　You　understand　German；　and　perhaps　it　would　be
  desirable　that　you　should　review　Kant；　and　in　a　review　of　Kant；
  sir；　you　could　introduce　to　advantage　your　peculiar　notions　about
  EX　NIHILO。'　　He　then　reverted　to　the　subject　of　the　DAIRYMAN'S
  DAUGHTER；　which　I　promised　to　take　into　consideration。　　As　I　was
  going　away；　he　invited　me　to　dine　with　him　on　the　ensuing　Sunday。
  'That's　a　strange　man！'　said　I　to　myself；　after　I　had　left　the
  house；　'he　is　evidently　very　clever；　but　I　cannot　say　that　I　like
  him　much；　with　his　Oxford　Reviews　and　Dairyman's　Daughters。　　But
  what　can　I　do？　　I　am　almost　without　a　friend　in　the　world。　　I　wish
  I　could　find　some　one　who　would　publish　my　ballads；　or　my　songs　of
  Ab　Gwilym。　　In　spite　of　what　the　big　man　says；　I　am　convinced　that；
  once　published；　they　would　bring　me　much　fame　and　profit。　　But　how
  is　this？　…　what　a　beautiful　sun！　…　the　porter　was　right　in　saying
  that　the　day　would　clear　up　…　I　will　now　go　to　my　dingy　lodging；
  lock　up　my　manuscripts；　and　then　take　a　stroll　about　the　big　city。'
  CHAPTER　XXXI
  The　walk　…　London's　Cheape　…　Street　of　the　Lombards　…　Strange
  bridge　…　Main　arch　…　The　roaring　gulf　…　The　boat　…　Cly…faking　…　A
  comfort　…　The　book　…　The　blessed　woman　…　No　trap。
  SO　I　set　out　on　my　walk　to　see　the　wonders　of　the　big　city；　and；　as
  chance　would　have　it；　I　directed　my　course　to　the　east。　　The　day；
  as　I　have　already　said；　had　become　very　fine；　so　that　I　saw　the
  great　city　to　advantage；　and　the　wonders　thereof：　　and　much　I
  admired　all　I　saw；　and；　amongst　other　things；　the　huge　cathedral；
  standing　so　proudly　on　the　most　commanding　ground　in　the　big　city；
  and　I　looked　up　to　the　mighty　dome；　surmounted　by　a　golden　cross；
  and　I　said　within　myself；　'That　dome　must　needs　be　the　finest　in
  the　world'；　and　I　gazed　upon　it　till　my　eyes　reeled；　and　my　brain
  became　dizzy；　and　I　thought　that　the　dome　would　fall　and　crush　me；
  and　I　shrank　within　myself；　and　struck　yet　deeper　into　the　heart　of
  the　big　city。
  'O　Cheapside！　Cheapside！'　said　I；　as　I　advanced　up　that　mighty
  thoroughfare；　'truly　thou　art　a　wonderful　place　for　hurry；　noise；
  and　riches！　　Men　talk　of　the　bazaars　of　the　East　…　I　have　never
  seen　them　…　but　I　daresay　that；　compared　with　thee；　they　are　poor
  places；　silent　places；　abounding　with　empty　boxes；　O　thou　pride　of
  London's　east！　…　mighty　mart　of　old　renown！　…　for　thou　art　not　a
  place　of　yesterday：…　long　before　the　Roses　red　and　white　battled　in
  fair　England；　thou　didst　exist　…　a　place　of　throng　and　bustle　…
  place　of　gold　and　silver；　perfumes　and　fine　linen。　　Centuries　ago
  thou　couldst　extort　the　praises　even　of　the　fiercest　foes　of
  England。　　Fierce　bards　of　Wales；　sworn　foes　of　England；　sang　thy
  praises　centuries　ago；　and　even　the　fiercest　of　them　all；　Red
  Julius　himself；　wild　Glendower's　bard；　had　a　word　of　praise　for
  London's　'Cheape；'　for　so　the　bards　of　Wales　styled　thee　in　their
  flowing　odes。　　Then；　if　those　who　were　not　English；　and　hated
  England；　and　all　connected　therewith；　had　yet　much　to　say　in　thy
  praise；　when　thou　wast　far　inferior　to　what　thou　art　now；　why
  should　true…born　Englishmen；　or　those　who　call　themselves　so；　turn
  up　their　noses　at　thee；　and　scoff　thee　at　the　present　day；　as　I
  believe　they　do？　　But；　let　others　do　as　they　will；　I；　at　least；　who
  am　not　only　an　Englishman；　but　an　East　Englishman；　will　not　turn　up
  my　nose　at　thee；　but　will　praise　and　extol　thee；　calling　thee　mart
  of　the　world　…　a　place　of　wonder　and　astonishment！　…　and；　were　it
  right　and　fitting　to　wish　that　anything　should　endure　for　ever；　I
  would　say　prosperity　to　Cheapside；　throughout　all　ages　…　may　it　be
  the　world's　resort　for　merchandise；　world　without　end。
  And　when　I　had　passed　through　the　Cheape　I　entered　another　street；
  which　led　up　a　kind　of　ascent；　and　which　proved　to　be　the　street　of
  the　Lombards；　called　so　from　the　name　of　its　first　founders；　and　I
  walked　rapidly　up　the　street　of　the　Lombards；　neither　looking　to
  the　right　nor　left；　for　it　had　no　interest　for　me；　though　I　had　a
  kind　of　consciousness　that　mighty　things　were　being　transacted
  behind　its　walls：　　but　it　wanted　the　throng；　bustle；　and　outward
  magnificence　of　the　Cheape；　and　it　had　never　been　spoken　of　by
  'ruddy　bards'！　　And；　when　I　had　got　to　the　end　of　the　street　of　the
  Lombards；　I　stood　still　for　some　time；　deliberating　within　myself
  whether　I　should　turn　to　the　right　or　the　left；　or　go　straight
  forward；　and　at　last　I　turned　to　the　right；　down　a　street　of　rapid
  descent；　and　presently　found　myself　upon　a　bridge　which　traversed
  the　river　which　runs　by　the　big　city。
  A　strange　kind　of　bridge　it　was；　huge　and　massive；　and　seemingly　of
  great　antiquity。　　It　had　an　arched　back；　like　that　of　a　hog；　a　high
  balustrade；　and　at　either　side；　at　intervals；　were　stone　bowers
  bulking　over　the　river；　but　open　on　the　other　side；　and　furnished
  with　a　semicircular　bench。　　Though　the　bridge　was　wide　…　very　wide
  …　it　was　all　too　narrow　for　the　concourse　upon　it。　　Thousands　of
  human　beings　were　pouring　over　the　bridge。　　But　what　chiefly　struck
  my　attention　was　a　double　row　of　carts　and　wagons；　the　generality
  drawn　by　horses　as　large　as　elephants；　each　row　striving　hard　in　a
  different　direction；　and　not　unfrequently　brought　to　a　stand…still。
  Oh