And all kinds of omnibuses ran along it.

And yet somehow it remained meditative and superior.

In every available space gigantic posters were exhibited.

They all had to do with food or pleasure.

There were York hams eight feet high, that a regiment could not have eaten in a month; shaggy and ferocious oxen peeping out of monstrous teacups in their anxiety to be consumed; spouting bottles of ale whose froth alone would have floated the mail steamers pictured on an adjoining sheet; and forty different decoctions for imparting strength.