Unfortunately they do not go into the detail of inches, which, in the dimensions of a street of that extent, are important. This is about as long as from the Fifth Avenue Hotel to the Holland House, in New York, and less than half as broad as is Pennsylvania Avenue, at Washington, in certain sections.
"The High," in "its stream-like wanderings, is a glorious street," as Wordsworth said of it in one of his Sonnets. But, to the trans-Atlantic visitor to Oxford, somehow, the "glories" of High Street are the streets and lanes that lead out of it: Oriel Street, Logic Lane, The Turl, and the rest of them, queer and delightful themselves and leading, always, to something delightful and queer. Every one of these streets has been trod, and trod again, by the present Landmarker, hat in hand in his reverence for the memories of the men who have trod them in days gone by. He comes back to "The High" invariably, with a feeling that they are the real Oxford, while High Street, despite "its spires and domes and towers," and with its cabs and print-shops and crowds of "eager novices robed in fluttering gowns" is not altogether the sole poetic presence of which the poet sings as "overpowering the soberness of reason."
Froude's works were not thrown into the fire when he went back to Oxford in later years, as
