Sunday Under Three Heads

There are few things f from which I derive greater pleasure, than walking through some of the principal streets of London on a fine Sunday, in summer, and watching the cheerful faces of the lively groups with which they are thronged. There is something, to my eyes at least, exceedingly pleasing in the general desire evinced by the humbler classes of society, to appear neat and clean on Ththis their only holiday. There are many grave old persons, I know, who shake their heads with an air of profound wisdom, and tell you that poor people dress too well now-a-days; that when they were children, folks knew their stations in life better; that you may depend upon it, no good will come of this sort of thing in the end,mdash;and so forth: but I fancy I can discern in the fine bonnet of the working-mans wife, or the feather-bedizened hat of his child, no inconsiderable evidence of good feeling on the part of the man ffhimself, and an affectionate desire to expend the few shillings he can spare from his weeks wages, in improving the appearance and adding to the happiness of those who are nearest and dearest to him.