"MANNERS OF MY TIME."
[To THE EDITOR OF THE " SPECTATOR."] SIR,—I have been much interested by your quotation from Miss Dempster's Manners of My Time describing how the news of victory came to London a hundred years ago. My grandmother was wont to tell how, when as a young girl she was walking in Piccadilly, there appeared—coming from the west—a postchaise with galloping horses covered with dust, and with a great bunch of laurel on either side of it, tied and swathed with black crape. A great crowd followed running, and as it passed every man in the street, whatever his business might be, turned and ran after it also. And all swept on breathless, the crowd growing every moment larger till the postilions drew rein in front of the Admiralty, and the new of Trafalgar was told.—I am, Sir, &c., MARY LOVELACE. Ockham Park, Ripley, Surrey.
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