After Easter, the season in London begins to unfold its attractions, which every week intensify, until in June, about Ascot week, white heat may be said to be attained, and that constellation of attractions which puzzles old heads what to select, what to reject, and fairly bewilders the new generation of visitors, stands revealed in the dazzling brightness – wind and weather permitting. It may with truth be said that, to contribute to this result – this season-sap – there is no part of the civilized world that does not send its quota, attracted by profit, by fame, by pleasure or curiosity, of every gradation from idle to enlightened. In many a little town, in many a distant city, in many an unthought-of nook, not only in Europe, but in remoter colonies, new inventions are cradled, old ones improved, art and science ransacked, dreams dreamed that look forward to realisation, and to exhibit their results, to establish fame, and perhaps found fortunes in the high season of the world's great capital – London.