We first read of the celebration of the 4th by the London American Colony - and then discovered news of America's athletic doings at home and at Stockholm. Of course we had followed closely the fight in the Democratic convention. London papers seemed to think Dr. Wilson a strong Candidate with Taft out of the running.
In the morning we visited the Tower of London,-examining trophies of a dead world, and stopping among scenes of the tragedies of history. The tower is (30) mainly a monument of death and gloom,- with the crown jewels the only bright spot in it.
We had endeavored to visit St. Paul's before the Tower, but a service was in progress - they always hold them- so we returned now, to discover the funeral of the painter Alma Tadema being conducted. We stayed near long enough to see the Lord Mayor's elaborate equipage draw away.
Lunching at Dr. S. Johnson's favorite tavern, the Cheshire Cheese, we filled up on pigeon pie. At the table with us - we were fortunate enough to arrive at the moment Dr. J's end of the table was vacated - we met a master from St. Marks, Mr. Tower, and a boy from Lawrenceville, Herbert F, Taylor, Jr.
Our next point was Westminster Abbey, thoroughly explored after attending a brief service. Then to the matchless collection of modern art at (31) the Tate Gallery to ramble among masterpieces by Turner, Burne Jones, Watts, Rossetti, Sargent, Landseer, Machire and a legion of others. Also there is some excellent statuary. We laughed our sides loose that evening, witnessing the "Pink Lady"
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