An ever-muttering prisoned storm, The heart of London beating warm. John Davidson, "Ballads and Songs" A collection of short essays, originally published in The Daily Express newspaper. The writer was a journalist on staff, and also a renowned travel writer. LONDON'S GROWTH Here Herbs did grow And Flowers sweet But now 'tis called Saint George's Street. —An 18th century inscription on a London tavern When a man is tired of London he is tired of life: for there is in London all that life can afford.

An ever-muttering prisoned storm, The heart of London beating warm. John Davidson, "Ballads and Songs" A collection of short essays, originally published in The Daily Express newspaper. The writer was a journalist on staff, and also a renowned travel writer. LONDON'S GROWTH Here Herbs did grow And Flowers sweet But now 'tis called Saint George's Street. —An 18th century inscription on a London tavern When a man is tired of London he is tired of life: for there is in London all that life can afford.

An ever-muttering prisoned storm, The heart of London beating warm. John Davidson, "Ballads and Songs" A collection of short essays, originally published in The Daily Express newspaper. The writer was a journalist on staff, and also a renowned travel writer. LONDON'S GROWTH Here Herbs did grow And Flowers sweet But now 'tis called Saint George's Street. —An 18th century inscription on a London tavern When a man is tired of London he is tired of life: for there is in London all that life can afford.

An ever-muttering prisoned storm, The heart of London beating warm. John Davidson, "Ballads and Songs" A collection of short essays, originally published in The Daily Express newspaper. The writer was a journalist on staff, and also a renowned travel writer. LONDON'S GROWTH Here Herbs did grow And Flowers sweet But now 'tis called Saint George's Street. —An 18th century inscription on a London tavern When a man is tired of London he is tired of life: for there is in London all that life can afford.

An ever-muttering prisoned storm, The heart of London beating warm. John Davidson, "Ballads and Songs" A collection of short essays, originally published in The Daily Express newspaper. The writer was a journalist on staff, and also a renowned travel writer. LONDON'S GROWTH Here Herbs did grow And Flowers sweet But now 'tis called Saint George's Street. —An 18th century inscription on a London tavern When a man is tired of London he is tired of life: for there is in London all that life can afford.

An ever-muttering prisoned storm, The heart of London beating warm. John Davidson, "Ballads and Songs" A collection of short essays, originally published in The Daily Express newspaper. The writer was a journalist on staff, and also a renowned travel writer. LONDON'S GROWTH Here Herbs did grow And Flowers sweet But now 'tis called Saint George's Street. —An 18th century inscription on a London tavern When a man is tired of London he is tired of life: for there is in London all that life can afford.

An ever-muttering prisoned storm, The heart of London beating warm. John Davidson, "Ballads and Songs" A collection of short essays, originally published in The Daily Express newspaper. The writer was a journalist on staff, and also a renowned travel writer. LONDON'S GROWTH Here Herbs did grow And Flowers sweet But now 'tis called Saint George's Street. —An 18th century inscription on a London tavern When a man is tired of London he is tired of life: for there is in London all that life can afford.

An ever-muttering prisoned storm, The heart of London beating warm. John Davidson, "Ballads and Songs" A collection of short essays, originally published in The Daily Express newspaper. The writer was a journalist on staff, and also a renowned travel writer. LONDON'S GROWTH Here Herbs did grow And Flowers sweet But now 'tis called Saint George's Street. —An 18th century inscription on a London tavern When a man is tired of London he is tired of life: for there is in London all that life can afford.

An ever-muttering prisoned storm, The heart of London beating warm. John Davidson, "Ballads and Songs" A collection of short essays, originally published in The Daily Express newspaper. The writer was a journalist on staff, and also a renowned travel writer. LONDON'S GROWTH Here Herbs did grow And Flowers sweet But now 'tis called Saint George's Street. —An 18th century inscription on a London tavern When a man is tired of London he is tired of life: for there is in London all that life can afford.

An ever-muttering prisoned storm, The heart of London beating warm. John Davidson, "Ballads and Songs" A collection of short essays, originally published in The Daily Express newspaper. The writer was a journalist on staff, and also a renowned travel writer. LONDON'S GROWTH Here Herbs did grow And Flowers sweet But now 'tis called Saint George's Street. —An 18th century inscription on a London tavern When a man is tired of London he is tired of life: for there is in London all that life can afford.