It is doubtful if there will be anything of England left in London at the end of the next fifty years, unless it be the fog and the Lord Mayor's Show.

Already the radicals are crying out against both of these institutions, which are merely local, by the way.

The tailor's shears, the mason's trowel, and the carpenter's edge-tools are evening everything in Christendom to one dead level of uniformity.

The railroads and telegraphs are all working to the same end.

All these agencies of modern civilization at first lay their innovating hands upon large cities or commercial centres.