Bank Holiday.
London was happy yesterday.The warm sunshine of the forenoon invited people to taste the delight, of the most genuine Bank Holiday of the year. The historian who will arise to sketch for us Hampstead Heath from Sunday evening to early Tuesday morning each Whit season, will deserve well of his fellows. The people to be amused are a tribe apart-they have swarmed like bees from their East End hive. The people who amuse them are still better fun. All Sunday they come from the East, haling up to the northern heights barrows full of curious oddities. The most striking feature, wherever one goes, is the almost, universal absence of drunkenness. As the night grows late the air may have been rent with rent with roysterers' shrieks on their return home. Yesterday afternoon, amid the myriads who blackened Hampstead Heath, I failed to see one drunken person.

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Bolton Evening News, mardi 26 mai 1896, p. 4.