A GROUP OF BLUECOAT BOYS,

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LL day long, in the heart of London, visitors may see people

on the sidewalk pressing up against a tall iron fence, and
looking through another fence beyond that, to one of the great
clean-paven yards of the famous school called Christ Hospital,
where many red-cheeked bareheaded boys are shouting

Bren Ser and running. They are plunging about, evidently quite
happy, and not encumbered at all, apparently, with their pecu-
liar dress. This dress has never been changed, in color or in-
any important detail, since Tudor times; and it issure to take
, the amused attention of an American the moment he passes
“ through Newgate Street. Let us examine it respectfully.
There is a contagion, to begin with, of bright yellow stock-—
ings, and that alone provides the funniest spectacle !—these flying odds and