The new Lord Mayor, Mr. Allen, has carried out the
wish of the mercantile community, put down the State coach, cut off the footmen, and ordered the cavalcade to move at a trot. All that, if the pageant is not to be transformed into a reality, is sensible enough, the State coach being an absurdity, the footmen a nuisance, and the old walking pace an inconvenience ; but the citizens did not like it at all, and the procession was hissed, groaned at, and pelted with eggs. It was hard upon Mr. Allen, who worked as no other alderman worked when the workmen were in distress, but the incident shows that there is still a class for which pageantry has interest and a meaning. We forget that too often.