elaborate, bran new, and intensely old. Down Avemary Lane you may hear
the clink of the little Romish chapel bell. And hard by is a large
broad-shouldered Ebenezer (Rev. Jonas Gronow), out of the windows of
which the hymns come booming all Sunday long.

Going westward along the line, we come presently to Comandine House (on
a part of the gardens of which Comandine Gardens is about to be erected
by his lordship); farther on, "The Pineries," Mr. and Lady Mary Mango:
and so we get into the country, and out of Our Street altogether, as I
may say. But in the half-mile, over which it may be said to extend, we
find all sorts and conditions of people--from the Right Honorable Lord
Comandine down to the present topographer; who being of no rank as it
were, has the fortune to be treated on almost friendly footing by all,
from his lordship down to the tradesman.


OUR HOUSE IN OUR STREET


We must begin our little descriptions where they say charity should
begin--at home. Mrs. Cammysole, my landlady, will be rather surprised
when she reads this, and finds that a good-natured tenant, who has never
complained of her impositions for fifteen years, understands every one
of her tricks, and treats them, not with anger, but with scorn--with
silent scorn.

On the 18th of December, 1837, for instance, coming gently down stairs,
and before my usual wont, I saw you seated in my arm-chair, peeping into
a letter that came from my aunt in the country, just as if it had been
addressed to you, and not to "M. A. Titmarsh, Esq." Did I make any