The muddy tide of the Thames, reflecting nothing, and hiding a million unclean secrets within its breast … is just the dismal stream to glide by such a city.


Our Old Home, 1863


The muddy tide of the Thames, reflecting nothing, and hiding a million unclean secrets within its breast … is just the dismal stream to glide by...

The muddy tide of the Thames, reflecting nothing, and hiding a million unclean secrets within its breast … is just the dismal stream to glide by...

The muddy tide of the Thames, reflecting nothing, and hiding a million unclean secrets within its breast … is just the dismal stream to glide by...

The muddy tide of the Thames, reflecting nothing, and hiding a million unclean secrets within its breast … is just the dismal stream to glide by...