London to-night (May 6, 1910), with King Edward lying dead, is
a despairing city. While the sun shone a dash more brilliantly
than it has yet done on any day this year, the people seemed to
extract the utmost particle of hope which the medical bulletins
could be made to convey. But evening came cold, dismal, with
rain drizzling from heavy skies, and the crowds lost heart. Long
before the final news came--soon, indeed, after the issue of
the later reports announcing that the King’s condition was most
grave and that the hoped-for improvement had not set in, the
streets were practically empty.
It was curious to see how outside one theater where a popular
success is running the queue which had formed alongside the pit
and gallery doors melted away before the doors were opened. It
was evident that these people, to whom a visit to a theater is
such a treat that they stand for hours waiting to secure a seat,
had no heart for musical comedy while their King lay at death’s
door.--The New York _Times_.
(3153)
=Sympathy, Impelling=--See EXAMPLE, POWER OF.