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Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 3/The months: October



Considering how many people must know it, it is wonderful how little is said of the charm of London in autumn. The reason is probably the same that is assigned for the autumnal seaside being the only one familiar to the world at large;—that literary people take their holiday between August and November, and thus can describe the coast, and cannot describe the pleasures of London at that season. I have, however, known persons—and literary persons—who would not leave town during those months, if they could avoid it; and I quite sympathise with them.

There have been "charming London seasons" when I could not endure my life there; but I have never known a September or early October which was not full of loveliness. The treats in music, pictures, flower-shows, theatres, and royal and parliamentary spectacles are worth all that can be said about them; but the glare of the streets in the spring sunshine, the noise, the perpetual throng and movement are too much for quiet people. In autumn, we have all the beauty of London and its environs, seen in a mellower light; with a good many privileges in art and literature, and without the din and tumult of "the season."

A walk in the park—any one of the parks—before breakfast, in October, is as great a refreshment as sea-bathing, taken in a quieter way. Let us hope the middle-class citizens know what it is to see the mists rising above the Serpentine or the water in St. James's Park;—to see the gleams and reflections on the calm surface first, and then, by degrees, the objects so reflected;—to see the massy tree-forms coming dimly out, and growing clearer every minute till the sunlight catches them, and Page:ONCE A WEEK JUL TO DEC 1860.pdf/434 Page:ONCE A WEEK JUL TO DEC 1860.pdf/435 Page:ONCE A WEEK JUL TO DEC 1860.pdf/436 Page:ONCE A WEEK JUL TO DEC 1860.pdf/437 Page:ONCE A WEEK JUL TO DEC 1860.pdf/438 Page:ONCE A WEEK JUL TO DEC 1860.pdf/439