There is no doubt that for all practical purposes London is deserted at this time of the year. Apart from the fact that the Marchioness of X. is at her country seat, and Lord Adalbert Asterisk shooting grouse on his moor in Scotland, the ordinary rank and file of London’s inhabitants are away for their annual holiday. Unless he takes steps to prevent it, therefore, the life of the Londoner whose business compels him to remain in town becomes dull in the extreme. There are few theatres for him to visit, and nothing in particular for him to do during the day. We would suggest that, if he finds time hanging heavy on his hands, he should proceed to “do” London in the manner usually considered peculiar to the country cousin and the visitor from America. It is notorious that the man who spends his life in town knows less of the famous sights of the Metropolis than does the visitor who runs up for a week or a fortnight. Mr. Pett Ridge in one of his stories mentions an old woman who had lived for thirty or more years in London, and was in the habit of announcing her intention of one day taking the bull by the horns and going to see Regent’s Park, just to say that she had done it. There is really plenty to see, even when there is “nobody in town.” The Londoner might visit the Abbey for once in his life. It is well worth seeing, we can assure him. After that he might spend a morning at the Tower, a spot of some small historical interest. Verbum satis. sapienti.


Editor’s note:
The “London Amusements” column in the Globe for August 14 listed nine theatres open and eighteen closed.