A specimen-leaf from my diary:—
"'THE NINTH OF NOVEMBER.
"'Through smoke-clouds as dark as a forest of rooks,
The rich contribution of blacksmiths and cooks
From the huge human oven below,
I heard old St. Paul's gaily pealing away;
Thinks I to myself, 'It is Lord Mayor's Day,
So, I'll go down and look at the Show.'
"'I spread out my pinions, and sprang on my perch—
'Twas the dragon on Bow, that odd sign of the church,