Last Sunday the Zulus now appearing at Earl's Court were
taken out to see the sights of London, and the summary of their impressions given in Monday's Chronicle by one who accompanied the party is both entertaining as well as instruc- tive. The attitude of the savages was not of unleavened wonder. They were evidently depressed by the blackness of London. "I never dreamt," said one old man, "that any kraal could be so great and beautiful, but it is black—black as night. In the underground city it must be blacker still,"—for they are convinced from the sight of so many people descending flights of steps at stations, &a, that there is another and greater London lying beneath the streets. The statues— except one of a Mercury—left them cold, but the lions in Trafalgar Square provoked the comment that it would be use- less to face beasts of such huge proportions. Of the virtues o the police they have evidently already heard, one old Zulu informing his son as they passed Scotland Yard, "It is here that the people dwell who know everything. They find that which is lost, and they put bad men into dark holes. They are much mightier than our witch-doctors." The picture_ posters, we learn, caused "much waving of sticks and taking of snuff," behaviour which we hope may be interpreted as ex- pressing approval of the labours of Mr. Richardson Evans.
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