ROBERT'S LITTLE HOLLERDAY.

My hollerday, or sum of it, was spent in Hopen Spaces. Hif anybody as

has got two eyes in his hed, and a hart in his buzzom, wants for to

see what can be done with about 40 hakers of land--witch the most

respecfool Gardiner told me was about the size of the Queen's Park at

Kilburn--let him go there on a fine Summer's Arternoon, and see jest

about five thowsen children a playing about there, all free, and

hindependent, and appy, with two fountings to drink when they're ot

and thirsty, and a nice littel Jim Nasyum to climb up and down. They

ain't allowed to play at Cricket coz there ain't not room enuf, but

I did see two bold littel chaps, about six a peace, a breaking of the

Law, and a playing at the forbidden game, with a jacket for the wicket

and a stick for a Bat, and the kind-arted Gardiner hadn't got hart

enuff to stop 'em.

He told me as how, when the Copperashun fust took possesshun of it,

it was nothink but a Baron Swomp, but that, what with the spending of

lots of money, and the souperintending genus of Major MAKENZIE, in

two years it was maid to blossom like a rose. I spent a werry plessant

arternoon there, and drove home in style on the Box Seat of a reel

Company's Bus. The nex day I went to Higate Wood, another of the grate

works of the good old Copperashun. And lawks, what a difference! No

swarms of children a playing about on the grass, but lots and lots

on 'em a racing about among the hundreds of trees, and their warious

fathers and mothers a looking on with smiling faces and prowd looks.

There is one place in the werry middle of the Wood where no less than

sewen parths meets, and there the Copperashun Committee has bilt up a

bewtifool Founting, and a long hinskripshun in praise of Water, tho

I shood dout if they speaks from werry much pussonal xperience. I was

told as how, when they fust hopened the Founting, the Chairman made a

bewtifool speech, and ended by saying, "Water, brite Water for me, and

Wine for the trembling Debborshee," and then they all went off to a

jolly good dinner.

With that artistick taste as so distinguishes 'em, they have crissened

the place where the seven roads meets, "The Seven Dials." There was

crowds of peeple there, all enjoying of themselves in a nice quiet

way, and altogether it was a werry werry nice site.

The werry next day I started in the warm sunshine for pretty West Ham

Park, and had a leetle adwenture as ushal, for jest as I got there who

shoud I meet but the rayther sillybrated Parson of the Parish--tho'

judgin by aperiences I shoud have took him for the Bishop of

ESSEX--and seeing me in my new Hat and my best black Coat, he werry

naterally took me for a inquiring Wisitor, and told me all about the

good deed of the Copperashun in saving the Park for the good of the

Peeple. There was some werry little chaps a playing Cricket as before

despite of the Law, and they had a reel bat too, and one on 'em,

seeing me a looking on apruvingly, gave the ball such a tremenjus blow

that he got a tooer, so I called out braywo!

There seemed a lot of washing going on jest outside the Park, the

white shirts and settera, flustering gaily in the breeze. But, as the

Poet says, "they're allus Washing somewheres in the World!" The common

peeple was orderd to walk on the footpaths, but a gardiner told me as

them orders was not ment for such as me. I had a most copious Lunch

for tuppense in the helegant Pawillion, and being in a jowial and

ginerus mood, I treated six of the jewwenile natives to a simmeler

Bankwet. Then there is the sillibrated Band as the Copperashun

perwides twice a week, on which occasions reserwed seats is charged

a penny each. The werry adwanced state of the musical taste of the

nayberhood may be judged by the fact, that at a Concert close by, a

"Ode to a Butterfly" was to be played on a base Trombone!

The Gardiner told me as there was such a crowd of children on larst

Bank Hollerday that there was hardly room to move about, tho' the Park

is 80 hakers big; but as I am told that such a space wood hold

about 80 thousand, quite cumferal, I thinks as he must have slitely

xadgerated.

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