. San Nicola [numero]. Ci sentiamo sempre gay durante le vacanze a venire. Dicembre. THOMAS PORTER I.ER, 13 anni di età. Un viaggio fino al monumento. Da W. N. COUPLAND (Età 15).Ho bisogno di dire che themonument fu eretto a com-memorate il grande incendio di Lon-don, e che si erge su whatis ora noto come pesce StreetHill. Il giorno sono andato fino esso isstill fresca nella mia memoria. Nearthe monumento è il Billings-gate Mercato del Pesce, con la sua rete di lavoro,strette strade tortuose e va-ried e odori sgradevoli scortesi che sempre appeso aboutthem. Come ho salito le scale dimlylighted, il rombo oftraffic e il sh

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. St. Nicholas [serial]. we always feel gay when the holidays come. DECEMBER. THOMAS PORTER I.ER, AGE 13. A JOURNEY UP THE MONUMENT. BY W. N. COUPLAND (AGE 15).I NEED hardly say that themonument was erected to com-memorate the great fire of Lon-don, and that it stands on whatis now known as Fish StreetHill. The day I went up it isstill fresh in my memory. Nearthe monument is the Billings-gate Fish Market, with its net-work of narrow, crooked streets, and the va-ried and unpleasant smells offish which always hang aboutthem. As I ascended the dimlylighted stairway, the rumble oftraffic and the shouts of menbegan to melt away into silence, until the voices of people aboveand below me on the spiralstairway became plainly audi-ble. As I made my way up thesteps, worn by the tread ofthousands of feet, I wonderedhow many members of theLeague had passed up anddown. The way was dimlylighted by an occasional gas-jet, and at intervals there werenarrow windows, whence onemight get a glimpse of thestreets as they became more. J902. ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. 183 and more distant. At length I arrived at the top, andcame out into the air again. Up there the air was verydifferent from the close atmosphere of the crowdedstreets, now two hundred feet below. The first thingthat took my attention was the Tower Bridge, with itsgreat bascule opening to allow of the passage of somebig ship. On the opposite side rose the huge smoke-blackened dome of St. Pauls, and away to the left wasBig Ben and the Houses of Parliament, misty and in-distinct, but quite unmistakable. These were the onlybig buildings I could recognize; the rest was one con-fused mass of houses stretching away as far as the eyecould see, with here and there a church spire risingabove the general level. All the mingled sounds of abusy city came up faintly from below, and vans andcarts had dwindled away until they looked no biggerthan toys. Presently the sun came out and lighted upthe scene, and a passing cloud threw a gigantic shadoww

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