Ex Libra
C. K. OGDEN
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OCA
HYDE PARK.
SELECT NARRATIVES, ANNUAL
EVENTS, ETC.,
During twenty years' Police Service in Hyde Park,
by
EX-SERGT. EDWARD OWEN.
LONDON:
SIHPKIN, MARSHALL. HAMILTON, KENT & Co., LTD.
STRAKERS',
8-9, HAVNE STREET, W. S.MITHFIELD,
LONDON, B.C.
PREFACE.
IN introducing this little book to the Public, I
hope my Readers will kindly accept it in the
simple language of a man of limited education.
There is a saying, 1 believe, that " Truth is
stranger than Fiction," — consequently, as the few
narratives I have selected in these pages are the
truth, I venture to hope it may enliven the interest
and make a little amends for absence of literary
eloquence.
Your humble Servant,
THE AUTHOR.
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CONTENTS.
Chap. Page
I. — HYDE PARK 7
II. — WINTER IN THE PARK 12
III. — ACCIDENTS ON THE Row, ETC 18
IV. — BATHING IN THE SERPENTINE 23
V.— SUNDAY IN HYDE PARK 26
VI. — MEET OF THE COACHING CLUBS 29
VII.— VAGRANTS 32
VIII.— SUICIDES 35
IX.— THE OLD REFORM TREE 38
X. — NIGHT DUTY IN HYDE PARK 40
XI.— FOGS 43
XII. — CYCLING IN THE PARK 46
XIII. — JUBILEE OF QUEEN VICTORIA 48
XIV. — APPREHENSION OF "SWELL" THIEVES... 51
XV.— A REMARKABLE " FIND " 55
XVI.— THE SERPEXTINE 57
XVII.— ROYALTY IN THE PARK 62
XVIII.— DOG MUZZLING 67
XIX — THE "GUARDS" AND "VOLUNTEERS" ... 72
XX.— SOCIALIST RIOTS 75
HYDE PARK.
PARK! There is only one Hyde Park, that
is to say, there is possibly no other so univer-
sally acknowledged as Hyde Park, London.
It is familiar to both old and young, rich and
poor — not only to Londoners, but to visitors from all
parts of England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales, to say
nothing of America and Continental countries — who visit
us annually, and all — or mostly all — come to Hyde Park
to see Society and Fashion. But my object is not to illus-
trate the Park, or its attendant attractions, its history,
traditionary associations, etc., I shall not venture to
attempt. I will leave my readers to others more
versed in such matters ; but, having served twenty
years in the Police as Constable and Sergeant in Hyde
Park, it has occurred to me that it may be somewhat
interesting for me as a Police Officer to detail my ex-
perience of a few of the many things that have happened
during that period. I have retired on pension from the
Police, now just four years, and, until recently, it never
occurred to me to write a reminiscence of my time
there, and yet it often seemed to me "something" to be
able to say that I had served twenty years in such a
fashionable locality.
Retired Detective Officers often appear in print
relating their adventures through the service, tracing,
apprehending and bringing criminals to justice. I have
read them, and found them very interesting, and generally
accepted so, I think, by the public in general, so why should
not a Uniform Officer be equally accepted ? At any rate,
I have made up my mind to try. If only in a brief
form, it may afford an interesting hour, and possibly
a little information may be gleaned therefrom by those
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who do or may visit this charming " Royal " Park.
And what I write I intend to stand by — what I mean to
say is, I have either witnessed with my own eyes or can
satisfactorily vouch for; I also further state I shall con-
fine myself to that which is entertaining or interesting
to the most modest woman or the most worldly man,
as Hyde Park, like most other London public resorts,
is infested by a certain class of character, to whom I
intend to make little or no reference.
The Police Station where I served has given way
to a more commodious and modern building of that
name. (Rebuilt 1902.) I will, however, give a brief
description of the old place as far as I am able to relate.
Anyone walking by the footpath through Hyde Park
from the Marble Arch to the Magazine, and when about
halfway, would pass on their left-hand side a quaint one-
storied old brick building, with its long verandah and
grass lawn, surrounded with iron rails ; this was the
Police Station,* certainly nothing to indicate it, being
so different to the uniform building we see in the streets
with the familiar blue glass lamp over the door ; not
one out of every dozen that passed this place — non-
Londoners especially — ever dreamt that it was a Police
Station ; but a Police Station it had been for the last
forty years at least. Yes, and some of the worst of
characters have been marched under its portals, and
placed in the iron oblong dock, from the " gentleman-
got-up" thief, with his dust-coat on his arm, who moves
about Society on the side of Rotten Row, to the dirty
cad pickpocket who attends large demonstrations and
steals all he can, from a pocket-handkerchief upwards;
the cowardly bully who lives on the nightly immoral
earnings of his paramour, and who, when she cannot
give him the required sum he demands, knocks her with
his fist flat to the ground. These and many more of
a similar type have been brought to book in that old
place. Happily the Park is better lighted now, and
such characters as the last two mentioned are few and
far between.
I may add that I was selected by Inspector Pope,
* Originally used as a .Military guard-room.
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then in charge of the Police at Hyde Park Station, to
accompany him round the Park and assist him in sug-
gesting in his report to the First Commissioner of Works
where the present tall electric standards should be
placed. It is not from any desire to boast that I make
this observation ; but, considering I had then been
traversing the Park on duty for the past seventeen
years, I at least ought to know the haunts of these
obnoxious individuals. It has had a threefold benefit.
First, the extermination of such pests from the Park ;
secondly, the public can now pass through these parti-
cular parts with comfort and safety; and thirdly, it
has certainly caused less work and anxiety to the police,
for, if they were driven away one minute they would
return almost the next, as, in the darkness, they could
easily evade detection.
About thirty of us single men resided in the old
station, and, antiquated as it may have appeared out-
side, it was clean and comfortable inside. On entering
the doorway, right and left were the Inspector's (or
Enquiry) Office, Charge-room and cells respectively ;
passing a little further on the right, is the mess kitchen
or dining-room ; continuing through brings you into the
library, a nice spacious room, with its full-size billiard
table and well-stocked book cupboards; through another
door on the left brings you into the cooking kitchen ;
following on leads along a passage down a few steps
into the yard below, where we find the stables for the
horses of the Mounted Police. This was the station I
made my acquaintance with in April, 1874.
To begin properly my career in the Police, I may as
well state that I joined in the year 1871, then a young
countryman with aspirations for the blue uniform in
London. I started from my native place, Ludlow — that
quaint, historic little town in Shropshire — and success-
fully passing the necessary requirements, was posted to
the "A" or Whitehall Division, King Street Station.
Having served there just on three years, I was appointed
to special duty in Hyde Park in the month and year
above mentioned. After duly reporting myself to the
Inspector in Charge, Mr. James Butler, the then Senior
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Inspector — there were two Inspectors, the second in
command being Mr. Charles Fraser, afterwards many
years the Police Superintendent of H.M. the late Queen
Victoria, and who, I may add, resided in married quar-
ters attached to the station — I was ordered for duty at
six o'clock the next morning. And never shall I forget
that morning. It is as vivid to me now, just on thirty
years since, as if it were last week. I was posted to a
beat in Kensington Gardens — the Police then had the
control of Kensington Gardens, also the Green Park,
which were supplied from Hyde Park Station, but was
superseded by the present Park constables in 1886.
But to return to my beat in Kensington Gardens.
I was shown round once by another constable. I com-
menced at the Albert Memorial, down the centre path
leading to Lancaster Gate, crossed over to the left or
south side of the Round Pond, straight along to Ken-
sington Palace, to the extreme end of the Gardens, and
returning up the Flower Walk to where I started. It was
a most beautiful morning. Being an exceptionally warm
Spring that year, the rhododendrons, may, laburnum
and lilac were in full bloom. The wood pigeons cooed
on the tops of the white-blossomed chestnut trees, and
the thrushes and blackbirds sang gaily. After being
on duty as I had at King Street Station, and posted on
traffic crossings, cab rank standings, etc., month after
month, — to tell the truth, I had had almost enough of
it ; for to stand on a busy traffic crossing eight hours in
all kinds of weather, wet or dry, hot or cold, which we
had to do in those days, without a single five minutes
for a little refreshment, was, as the saying goes, " not
all beer and skittles," I can tell you — but, however,
things are arranged better now ; men don't have to
stand so long at a stretch on a busy post — so it was like
being in Paradise to me, and when my tour of duty
ended, well, I could scarcely realise that the time had
passed away. But Hyde Park is the groundwork of my
narrative ; still, I thought I would just mention the
gardens, having frequently to do duty there, and possibly,
before I close my tale, I may refer to that delightful
place again.
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I cannot recall anything of any particular import-
ance that happened during the season of 1874, my first
season, little thinking I was going to see twenty as a
Police Officer. Of course, there were the annual meets
of the Four-in-Hand and Coaching Clubs, with its con-
course of sightseers, the Row full of riders, and the
endless ranks of carriages, especially on the occasion of
H.M. Queen Victoria driving through the Park. It was
a grand and imposing sight to me at first, but it all
became familiar, and I soon settled down to my new
duty in the ordinary way. Time sped along, the Season
was over, and we quickly had winter upon us.
II.— WINTER IN THE PARK.
|j|T was in December I first had my experience in
||g " Ice Duty," that is, when the Serpentine is
frozen over. So many Police Constables are
posted along the banks to prevent persons going
on to skate or slide until it is considered safe by
some official appointed from "The Office of Works."
Colonel Wheatley, in his capacity as Park Bailiff,
was for many years entrusted with this responsible
duty. Major Clive Hussey now holds the position.
The Long Water, as a rule, was the first portion of the
lake to be opened, as the water is much more shallow
in that particular spot than the Serpentine, varying
from three to five feet up to the west or Magazine
Bridge, which divides the above from the Serpentine.
I must explain — although one distinct lake — that portion
in Kensington Gardens is known as the Long Wrater.
Beyond the bridge and entering the Serpentine the
water becomes gradually deeper, and in some parts
attains a depth of fourteen feet; greater precautions
are, of course, taken before this part is opened, that is
to say, while the frost continues a hole in the ice is
bored, and measured every morning, and must at least
be four or five inches in thickness before skating is
permitted upon it. I have known the ice — I believe it
was in the " eighties," anyhow a most severe winter —
of such a thickness that a gentleman drove a dogcart
tandem across the deepest part of the lake — a freak, of
course, possibly for a wager, for all I know. Taking
advantage of the early morning, when things are toler-
ably quiet, he succeeded in driving safely from shore to
shore ; he did not, however, escape scot free, for en-
dangering his own and other people's lives, for he was
met on the other side by a police constable, the result
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being a summons before the Magistrate for " driving on
an unauthorised place," which cost him a little for his
adventure.
In this particular month (December, my first
winter) I witnessed a sad fatality that has never been
erased from my mind. The ice at this time was about
an inch or two in thickness. It is an astonishing fact
that at the first appearance of frost, and when the ice
will hardly more than bear a duck, scores of people will
flock down to the sides, with their skates under their
arms, and look most wistfully at the ice, and would
really risk their very lives if it were not for the police
preventing them. In the case I am about to relate the
poor young fellow did more than risk it — for he lost it.
He was a young Belgian — of good position, so 1 was
informed — at the well-known firm of Swan and Edgar,
Drapers, etc., Regent Street, who had come over here
to acquire a knowledge of the business. He, with
two young ladies, about eight p.m., like many others,
walked down to the Serpentine in hopes of " having
them on " for half-an-hour, but, to his dismay, notice
boards and police were there prohibiting anyone doing
so ; I suppose the temptation was too strong, for,
watching his opportunity, he, I was told, slipped on
his skates in a jiffey and soon glided about fifty yards
from the shore (this was at the east end of the lake,
near to the little or east end bridge), but he had not
gone more than that distance before there was a
crash, and in he went into about eight or ten feet of
water. Shouts and screams for help attracted my at-
tention. 1 was on duty near "William's" boat-house,
and ran round to the bridge. I could just see the poor
fellow in the darkness clinging to an expanding ice-lad-
der which had been pushed out to him. Several plucky
attempts had been made to rescue him, but each one
on going on the ice about half-a-dozen yards went
through, and had to scramble back the best way they
could. Poor old John Winnett, the ferry boatman on
the Serpentine for many years, arrived on the scene
with his cork jacket, and he, like the others, had not
gone far before the ice gave way ; but his jacket kept
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him up, and he battled and broke away at the ice with
one of the long drag poles like a good-one. With
strained eyes we watched him as he crashed his way
nearer and nearer toward the drowning man, and, I
should say, got within half-a-dozen yards, when we
heard an awful gasp for breath from the head we
could just dimly see clinging to the ladder, and all at
once it disappeared beneath the ice. It was all over,
he had held on till exhaustion and cold caused him to
succumb. It was distressing to hear the piteous cries
of the poor young ladies who had accompanied him.
A sledge* boat had by this time been brought up by
land ; we very soon launched it, and broke away the ice
until the spot was reached. With pole-hooks we soon
dragged the body up, and got it ashore, and without the
least delay bore it to the Royal Humane Society's
Receiving House, situate on the north side of the Ser-
pentine, where all possible means were applied to restore
animation pending the arrival of a doctor, who soon
stated it was of no avail. A sad and sudden end, I
thought to a fine young fellow ! When stripped, I
never saw a man of more splendid physique.
Although a body may have been under water for
some considerable time, life is not despaired of at this
Institution (The R.H. Society's Receiving House). The
"Silvester" method of "artificial respiration to the
apparently drowned " is energetically applied until the
arrival of a doctor who decides as to whether or not
death has placed their efforts beyond all doubt. A small
pamphlet, written by Dr. Silvester, on the treatment of
the above, and obtainable from the R.H. Society, con-
tains invaluable information for in many cases a steady
and persevering application has been rewarded with
gratifying results.
When the Serpentine or a portion of it is reported
to be safe, all is plain sailing, and it is a fine sight to see
the thousands of ladies and gentlemen, soldiers, boys and
girls, all intermixed, enjoying their skating and sliding,
* Specially built for and supplied by the R.H.S. in case of immersion.
Sledge-like runners are affixed underneath the bottom of these boats, enabling
them to be easily pushed over the ice cr frosty ground to wherever they may be
required.
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The evenings on such occasions are novel sights, for
probably there are then more people on the ice than in
the daytime. The shops and other business places
being closed, it becomes practically crowded. To stand
on the Magazine Bridge and witness the moving mass of
lights, made up of torches, Chinese and other lanterns,
etc., carried by the skaters, presents a most fantastical
scene. One thing I cannot understand ; it seems to me
to have such a fascination that some people don't care
what money or property they risk in order to indulge in
this recreation. On the announcement that the ice is
safe, so many tickets or permits are issued for the hiring
of skates at the Superintendent's (of the Park) Office,
adjoining the Police Station — Superintendent Browne
in my time — Mr. J. Gardner now holds the appointment
— these are given to any apparently honest applicant.
There is usually a big rush for them, and, unfortunately
for the hirers, they are not all honest. These men stand
on the side of the ice with their chairs, the tickets pinned
conspicuously in front of their hats, with half-a-dozen or
so pair of skates, and shout " On or off, ladies and gents,
skates to hire ! Who'll have a pair on ? " and other such
inviting exclamations to attract attention. They charge,
I believe, about one shilling an hour, and always require
a deposit on the skates. I have known plenty of cases
where people have left five or six shillings on a pair of
skates not worth eighteenpence; they take the number
of the man's card, but, on their return the man, number,
card, and all, have disappeared. One particular case I
remember. A commercial traveller passing through the
park thought he would like to " have a pair on." He
left his box (or bag) of samples in charge of one of these
men also a deposit on the skates, and all was missing on
his return. He came to the station and reported his
loss. He said they would be of little or no value to the
thief, as they were only miniature samples of cutlery.
But it meant a loss of £20 to him.
Having given us all the information he could, the
gentleman was assured that we should do all that lay in
our power to trace the man that had charge of his
property. Still, it was a great chance, as the police
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had nothing whatever to do with the issuing of the
tickets to these men, consequently we could not be
responsible for the correctness of names and addresses
given by them. As it was getting dusk, the Inspector,
at the gentleman's request, sent me to show him the
way to Paddington Station. I accompanied him across
the Park, and put him in the direct street for that
terminus. He thanked me, and kindly gave me a
shilling for my little assistance, but he appeared very
crestfallen, and I could not help feeling sorry to see
him go off empty-handed without even his umbrella
(which he had also left with his case of samples).
However, I believe that a better system and more
precautions are now taken to protect the public in
such matters.
Sometimes a rapid thaw would set in, consequently
it became necessary to clear the ice (or serious results
would surely follow) — not an easy task, for all the warn-
ing persuasion and shouting "All off ! " was of no avail
to some of those enthusiastic skaters who would persist
in dodging and evading us. It was very amusing, I have
no doubt, for those on the bank to stand and witness us
slipping about after these bravadoes ; but it was not so
with us. One of our men, I remember, received a severe
cut at the back of his head from a fall. So we had to
resort to the rope, that is to say, one of the long ropes
that lie on the bank in readiness for rescue purposes in
cases of immersion, was brought into requisition. Some
dozen of us with this extended right across the ice and
in skirmishing order, proceeded down the whole length
of the lake, and eventually succeeded in making a clear-
ance. I scarcely need state that those who were daring
enough (and some did) to evade this obstacle were lucky
if they escaped without getting tripped up on their back.
This comical method of clearing the ice by the police
was humorously depicted in " Punch," January, 1887.
Although having served twenty years in Hyde Park,
I am not going to attempt to enumerate year after year
in succession what happened to the end of that period.
In fact I could not do so. I kept no diary while in the
Service, and, as I have already stated, never dreamt of
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17
writing a history of it. Had I done so it would have
been comparatively easy, for I could have furnished
myself with names, dates, etc., of events at the time ;
but, as it is, I have had to tax my memory — I am thank-
ful to say 1 have a tolerably good one — and hunt up old
comrades and acquaintances to verify anything I have
a doubt about. So I shall refer to different cases and
occurrences that the police have to deal with in as
interesting a form as I can, but I cannot confine myself
consecutively.
III.— ACCIDENTS ON THE ROW, Etc.
ACCIDENTS from collisions with carriages, and
from ridden horses bolting or stumbling, are
frequent in the Season. The policeman has
to be most cautious in the case of a collision between
two vehicles; he must be cool and collected, for
there is a lot to be done and thought of. Should
there be any personal injury, it must be attended to
first. Medical aid must be procured, either by sending
for a doctor or conveying the injured to hospital. The
latter is the usual practice. The names and addresses
of the owner and driver of each vehicle, and of the in-
jured persons, the damage done, whatever it may be ;
the names of witnesses (if any), position of vehicles, etc.
— all must be dotted down in the pocket or report book,
and a nice job it is. Usually when a collision happens
a crowd gets round in a very short time, and you are
sure to have half-a-dozen inquisitive necks stretched
over your shoulder or arm watching you write down
your particulars. I have had to elbow my way out of
a circle of these intruders many a time. Personal
injury is not so frequently caused from carriage acci-
dents as from horses ridden, horses bolting with the
lady or gentleman riding on the Row, or stumbling when
going over the stone crossings, are daily occurrences ;
and I have seen some terrible injuries sustained both
by rider and the unfortunate pedestrian who happens
to get in the way. The Mounted Police in the Row
have done some very good service in such cases. One
in particular, Constable Dodd, had a clever method of
galloping alongside the runaway horse, and gradually
pulling it up by the reins. 1 know he had been rewarded
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and commended by the Commissioner for his pluck a
dozen times, to say nothing of the many gratuities he
had presented him by various ladies and gentlemen for
services rendered.
The late Attorney-General, Sir Robert Finlay,
when O.C., had a nasty fall from his horse one morning
in the Row. How it occurred I cannot quite call to
mind — whether the horse bolted or whether it stumbled
— but he had struck his head in the fall, and was ren-
dered unconscious. I happened to be on duty at Hyde
Park Corner as he was being brought along on the
ambulance by Mr. Hall, the Apsley Gate-keeper. I
assisted in getting him into St. George's Hospital,
where he was placed on a couch, and soon attended by
a doctor. On recovering consciousness he asked what
had been the matter. He was informed by a gentleman
friend who accompanied him what had occurred, and
he replied, " Was I riding ? " (the horse's name).
He was answered in the affirmative. I remember the
late Sir James Hannen, who frequently walked down
the side of Rotten Row on his way to the Law Courts,
happened to be passing at the time, and, hearing that
it was the eminent O.C. that had met with the acci-
dent, he very considerately walked over to St. George's
Hospital, and sent in his card to Sir Robert, and ex-
pressed his regret at what had happened to him. I am
glad to say, after a short time, Sir Robert was able to
leave the hospital and proceed home, not much the
worse.
One of the most extraordinary of these accidents
that I know of happened during the evening ride on the
Row. Years ago the evening ride between five and
seven was then as fashionable as the morning is at
present. In fact, I have seen it so crowded with riders
that a runaway would be impossible, even if one were
ever so inclined. Those were the times when that elegant-
looking horse-woman regularly attended the evening
ride — familiarly known on the Row by the name of
" Polly Skittles." Almost first to arrive and last to
leave, her fine figure, and beautiful thoroughbred
chestnut, with its proud arched neck and high step,
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were undoubtedly objects of considerable attraction.
But latterly the carriage drive only is indulged in during
the evening. However, on the occasion I was about to
refer to, a lady's horse bolted up the Row, and galloped
in the direction of Kensington Gardens, no one having
succeeded in checking its career, it dashed across the
roadway at the top of the " Lady's Mile," * and made
an attempt to jump the iron rails that divide Hyde Park
from Kensington Gardens ; these rails, which are about
six feet high and pointed at the top — luckily perhaps for
the lady — the horse was unable to clear, and was spiked
through the shoulders, where it hung — the lady pitched
head first into the Gardens, and was not much the
worse for the fall. The horse was eventually removed
and destroyed.
The most awful fatal accident that came under my
observation, caused by being thrown from a horse, was
in the case of Major Macdonald, of the - - High-
landers. One morning as he was cantering off the Ride
on the Bayswater side of the Park, mounted on a beau-
tiful white Arab, he was returning home after his
morning's ride, going over the stone crossing on the
roadway near the Marble Arch Gate, his horse stumbled
and slipped forward, pitching the Major clean out of the
saddle on to his head, inflicting a terrible wound. Death,
I should say, must have been instantaneous, but he was
conveyed with all possible speed on the ambulance (one
happened to be stationed near the Marble Arch) to
St. George's Hospital, and the House Surgeon was soon
in attendance, but he stated him to be dead. Then
came the question — Who was the gentleman ? — for a
gentleman he certainly was from his appearance, and
evidently of good birth. No one knew at the time of
the accident, and no one accompanied us to the hos-
pital; but the most astonishing part of it was not a
card, pocket-book, letter or scrap of anything could the
* Tradition gives the " Lady's Mile " originally to be situate
on the present " Ring Road," on the north side, and parallel
with the Serpentine ; but for many years now the Straight Mile
on the "Row" has been recognised by the above fashionable
name.
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constable or I find on his person. Search as we did
blood-saturated as some of them were, every single
garment, pockets, lining, under-linen, over and over
again — there was not even an article of jewellery with
name or initials to assist us in his identity — in short,
nothing but the clothing he wore. I noticed the name
of the maker on the tab or loop of his jacket. This
certainly was something (as I once traced the identity
of a man found dead in Hyde Park by the maker's name
on the buttons of a new suit of clothing he had on), so
I at once directed the constable to go to that establish-
ment (in Old Bond Street or Piccadilly I believe it was),
with a description of the suit — a grey tweed — and
ascertain, if he could, any information. I myself
hastened to our station, with a full description of the
body and clothing, which was speedily telegraphed
round to all the police stations, so that on his being
missed, enquiries by his friends at any police station in
London would be referred to Hyde Park for particulars.
Yet things must not rest at that ; every means must be
resorted to in order to get the body identified and
friends informed as soon as possible — that is the first
and bounden duty of the police in a fatal case. The
Arab horse had been brought to the station and secured
in the stable yard, apparently none the worse for the
fall. Then it occurred to me, and the Inspector on duty,
that possibly some information from one of the pro-
prietors of the many livery stables, horse repositories,
etc., in the vicinity of the Marble Arch, might be obtained
concerning the Arab. On this errand I at once started.
I am sure I had a good two hours' tramping from one
yard to another without success, and was almost giving
it up and going back to the station to see if any news
had arrived, when I looked in at " Hetherington's,"
Edgware Road, and after again relating the occurrence,
Mr. Hetherington gravely shook his head and said he
was sorry he could not assist me in the matter ; but
a gentleman who happened to be in the office, and had
heard what had passed, said to me as I was about to
leave : " 1 believe I have seen a white Arab come out
of a mews near Portman Square." I quickly proceeded
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to that neighbourhood, which of course is only a few
minutes' walk, and after a few enquiries I found the
stables where an Arab was kept, and, I am glad to say,
the one in question, for I was soon informed the name
and address of the deceased gentleman by the groom,
who also said he had been anxiously waiting hours for
the return of the horse and his master.
IV.— BATHING IN THE SERPENTINE.
course most people who come to the Park of
an evening are aware of the swarm of small
boys who assemble on the bathing ground (or
space), some four hundred yards allotted for that
purpose on the south shore, who have been waiting
hours before the time, especially after a hot day in
July ; (they come in droves and batches from all
quarters of London) anxiously looking for the signal to
plunge in — and this signal was the approach of the
Royal Humane Society boats from the opposite side of
the water, exactly at half-past seven, to be in readiness
to render assistance to any of the bathers that may be
in danger of drowning — three as a rule, one at each end
of the boundary and one in the centre.
I assure you it is no easy job for the police a few
minutes before the approach of these boats to keep
them from undressing and plunging in, the eagerness
of the young rascals being so great. When I say " un-
dressing" I mean stripping off what little they have
on — the word is superfluous, for to keep them from un-
dressing long before the time was a matter of impossi-
bility; it appeared a certain amount of gratification to
them to undress, and it was only with firmness and
intimidation of sending them away altogether that they
could be prevailed upon to squat about with even their
shirts on. We usually supplied ourselves with a light
stick or cane, and shook it at them in a threatening
manner, occasionally impressing upon them the fact
that they would get a taste of it, if they did not behave
themselves, or we should have been overrun ; and even
when the boats did appear, and the shout went up —
" All in! " I have been in a state of suspense while the
boats were coming across, as in sheer excitement the
smaller ones were so apt to get out of their depth. But
it is surprising — owing, 1 believe, to the promptness and
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watchfulness of the R.H.S.'s boatmen under Mr. Supt.
Horton — that very few casualties happen ; and when
you come to consider, three men have to keep at this
particular rush (I don't think I shall be exaggerating)
between six and seven hundred bathers, young and old,
under their observation, I think you will admit all credit
is due to this Society. A scene of excitement now takes
place, the splashing, laughing and yelling one to another
in their intense delight for the first few minutes are
perfectly deafening, and is heard almost all over the
Park ; many, I am sure, hear this din and wonder
where it proceeds from.
After the bathe and the excitement are over, then
comes the dressing business, and often trouble with it,
for I have frequently known a youngster's neighbour
take a fancy for his superior pair of boots, leaving his
inferior pair instead, and often not even that considera-
tion shown, to say nothing of the squabbles one with
another brought about by the intermixing of each other's
clothing.
So much for evening bathing. Just a little about
the morning — that takes place from five to eight o'clock,
all the year round. This may be doubted, so far as the
attendance is concerned, but it is actually true, for, frost
or no frost, there are an exceptional few elderly bathers
who come regularly and have their morning dip ; even
should the ice be ever so thick, they manage to keep a
sufficient space so as to have a plunge at this one
particular spot. I have often seen them with a drag
pole breaking the ice which had frozen since the
morning before.
There is also the Christmas morning swimming race
by members of the Serpentine Swimming Club, of course
weather permitting; what I mean to say is, let the
weather be ever so rough and cold, if the frost has not
been too severe and the course is clear of ice, the race
comes off — about a hundred yards, I believe, and quite
far enough too, for the competitors are very glad to get
out and dress ; they have plenty of attendance from
their friends, who supply them with liberal drinks of
hot rum and milk to drive the cold out. If any of my
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readers have any doubt as to the authenticity of this
race taking place (it certainly sounds incredible), I would
refer them to the Sporting Life newspaper or the Secre-
tary of the S.S.C., Mr. Rowlly, and they will soon be
assured on the matter. The summer morning bathing
is much more pleasant to stand about and witness. 1
have seen some fine short distance handicap races given
there by the above club during bathing hours. Some
of my readers may remember Dave Ainsworth, the
champion short distance swimmer, an old member of
the S.S.C. Of course he was always scratch man in a
race. I have seen the limit man in a hundred yards
race apparently within twenty yards of the winning flag
before the starter, with watch in hand, has given Dave
the word " Go." He has gone off the diving plank like
an arrow, and ploughed through the water after the
style of a little steam launch — pass a dozen, and nearly,
if not quite, win. I have witnessed these races many
times with great interest.
A race introduced since my time, but most cer-
tainly worthy of mention for its humane idea, is the
Lord Howard de Walden's " Clothes Race " (everything
on — no undressing) ; it is generously encouraged with
prizes given by that nobleman and also by Mr. Burdett
Coutts. Other gentlemen also present prizes to be com-
peted for in the ordinary races. Last, but not least, is a
handsome cup presented annually by the proprietors of
The Daily Telegraph newspaper, known as the " Daily
Telegraph Cup."
I may add the police are always on duty there
during bathing hours, to see that the rules of the Park
are not infringed.
V.— SUNDAY IN HYDE PARK.
|gft||LTHOUGH (to speak my mind frankly) I never
fPffl cared for Sunday duty, yet 1 must say I have
passed away some pleasant hours, as it was
entirely different and a change from the week-day
routine. Sunday in Hyde Park has a very different
aspect to the week-day. People using Hyde Park on
a week-day and not on a Sunday, and people using
it on a Sunday and not on a week-day, take little or
no notice ; but people using it both days must observe
a great contrast, especially in the summer. The
carriage drive, with its long rank of traffic consisting
of broughams, curricles, landaus, etc., some standing,
some moving. On Sunday, with the exception of a
bicycle or motor" passing through, scarcely a vehicle is
to be seen. Rotton Row, with its numerous riders
galloping to and fro — to-day not a single one. The Ser-
pentine, dotted all over with its pleasure boats — not one
to be seen until the afternoon, with the exception of a
few model yachts (if there is any breeze) being sailed
across by some elderly men who take an interest in this
simple amusement on Sunday mornings. All is peace
and tranquility.
On the banks of the Serpentine — here certainly the
peacefulness is somewhat disturbed by the barking of
dogs in their delight at jumping into the water after
sticks thrown in by their owners ; but this chiefly hap-
pens in the morning only, and of course is only a minor
matter. The sides of the Row, the Flower Walk, and
the different paths, say from about eleven to one o'clock,
are thronged with people of all classes, but quiet and
orderly. Then there is what is called the " Church
Parade," which extends from Rotton Row as far as
* I may here remark, electric and motor cars in the Park
when I left were not nearly so common as at the present time,
and I must pass on without a single incident concerning that
now fashionable equipage.
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Grosvenor Gate. This so-called church parade is
composed principally of the nobility who reside in
the neighbourhood of the Park and like a short con-
stitutional walk before returning home after attending
the morning service. On a fine day this in itself is a
sight worth witnessing — the varied tints and colours of
the ladies' dresses and sunshades produce a brilliant
scene, exceptionally so on what is termed " Ascot
Sunday," being the Sunday following the races. The
path from the Achilles Statue to Stanhope Gate I
have frequently seen so crowded that one could only
move at a snail's pace. Also the " Flower Walk,"
between Stanhope and Grosvenor Gates is a favourite
stroll.
I will now pass over till about six o'clock, and intro-
duce my readers to the so-called "Vanity Fair," and that
is a triangular-shaped lawn, situate between the Achilles
Statue and Stanhope Gate, fronting the carriage drive,
and immediately opposite Hamilton Gardens. A path
some five hundred yards long, which bears the name of
the " Lover's Walk," runs at the rear, with its beautiful
avenue of trees giving it a pleasant-looking background.
Why this particular spot is called "Vanity Fair" I
could not explain. I can only say this, that undoubtedly
the very elite and cream of London Society, will be
found there at this time during the Season, having a
chat and tete-a-tetc prior to going home to dine. Not
an inch of ground or a single chair but what is occupied,
and I believe there are some thousands.
By seven o'clock most have left, and there is nothing
to remain for. Sometimes an umbrella, parasol, or fan,
or other article may be left on a chair, which is taken
charge of by the police, the loser being able to regain it
if applied for at the station.
I shall now proceed towards the Marble Arch,
where religious and other small gatherings are held on
the grass near that gate about this time. The Church
Army usually occupy the corner of the Broad Path, and
in close proximity others of different sects, etc. ; you can
hear the Atheist holding discussions with the Christian
(a time limit being mutually arranged for each speaker),
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in fact, orators — or rather would-be orators — of all classes
venting their preconceived notions, grievances, etc., which
ever the case may be. Sometimes they get very warm in
their debates, consequently it is necessary for the police
to be near in case of disorder. A little farther down
on the grass, and almost opposite Brook Street Gate,
Mr. Charles Cooke holds his Sunday Evening Prayer
Meetings — the earnest evangelist — who, for the past
thirty years every summer conducts his Sunday even-
ing services on this particular spot. A more orderly
and better conducted gathering one could not desire ;
the singing of his choir I used to stand and listen to
with pleasure, although perhaps our presence was really
not necessary; still one never knows in Hyde Park when
some rowdy person or other is likely to come along and
cause a disturbance, and I think Mr. Cooke was always
pleased to see the man in blue standing on the outskirts
of his meeting.
The shades of night are gathering around, most of
the meetings have sung their last hymn and dispersed,
a few certainly are standing in groups and holding little
arguments, but all is quiet ; and I hear the strains of
the band playing " God Save the Queen," which means
it is just on ten o'clock, and so ends my tour of duty,
and I make my way to our station. One of the Guards
Bands, as most people are aware, now plays in the
band-stand (situate near Hyde Park Corner) on Sunday
evenings from 7 till 9 p.m. ; but during my service a
band under the direction of Mr. V. L. Shotton played
from 7 till 10 p.m., as on a week-day during the present
summer months.
VI.— MEET OF THE FOUR-IN-HAND
AND COACHING CLUBS.
Meets of the above in Hyde Park are red
letter days to the police, and I believe the
general public are equally interested, judging
from the attendance to witness these fashionable
" turn-outs." They are undoubtedly one of the
greatest attractions of the London Season. I am not
going to attempt to describe the origin or merits of
these particular clubs any more than saying that none
but the highest noblemen of the land are members of
either; my humble efforts are simply confined to police
duty on these occasions. As I said before, we looked
forward to these events with anxiousness, as we prided
ourselves on having carried out this duty on our own —
no assistance from outside divisions, and, judging from
the congratulatory letters received by the Commissioner
from the Secretary of the Clubs, I believe everything
was done satisfactorily. Every man available, of course,
was required, for I must say in all my experience there
was only one occasion that a greater number of people
would come to the Park, and that was on the occasion
of Her Majesty the late Queen Victoria driving through
the Park in the Season on her return journey from
Buckingham Palace to Windsor, usually about 5 p.m. ;
in the ordinary way the Park is pretty full at that time,
but the desire to see Her Majesty and that combined,
I must give that occasion precedence. Of course, I am
speaking of annual events, not of those that would
crop up promiscuously, such as large political demon-
strations, etc.
But to return to the principal topic of this chapter.
There were usually two Meets each of these clubs during
the season, as a rule one each before Ascot and one each
before Goodwood Race Meetings." One o'clock was the
• One out of the four of these Meets usually takes place in
St. James's Park, on the Horse Guards' Parade, at six o'clock
in the evening -invariably the last of the Season.
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hour for the Meet to start, and about half an hour before
that time they commenced to assemble on a fine piec<
of carriage roadway, some hundred and fifty yards long
and between twenty and thirty wide, in close proximity
to the Magazine. We always paraded about twelve
o'clock under the trees in front of this spot, and each
man told off to his respective post by the inspector in
charge And very soon work commences, for carriages,
broughams, landaus, etc., begin to come from all direc-
tions to take up their positions; these the police have
to rank in as even and close as possible, each side c
the road, and take particular notice that only i
authorised ranks take up a position, double rank one
side and single the other; but, of course, this i
depends upon the width of the road and at the discre-
tion of the inspector in charge, where he considerec
necessary that every facility be given for the coaches to
pass. The route usually taken is, starting at the Maga-
zine, along Ring Road to Hyde Park Corner turning
to right up Carriage Road via Albert, Prince of Wales,
and Alexandra Gates, leaving the Park by Queen's
Gate. As the coaches approach the starting or meeting
place they are met and escorted by a mounted con-
stable, and placed in their respective positions by the
orders of the Secretary, Mr. F. R. Lovegrove, who is o
the ground ready waiting for them. I must refer my
readers to the members of the Press for a description
of these beautiful, high-mettled, prancing "teams"— it is
not in my power to give them half the praise they de
serve, and I am not going to attempt it ; but I certainly
read the reports in the newspapers with pleasure, and not
only of the horses, but the owner on the box, with reins
and whip in hand, and the other occupants are all given
in the most minute details by these gentlemen.
No vehicle of any kind is allowed on the space
allotted to the " Meet " with one exception— Her
Majesty Queen Alexandra (when Princess of Wales),
driving in her phaeton and pair. Her Royal Highness
was one of the earliest to arrive on the ground, and
appeared to take great interest in the teams as they
arrived. Equestrians were permitted to rank close to
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the iron rails on the side of the roadway, and, of course,
plenty of pedestrians would get in front of them, and
as close to the coaches as the police would allow. My
post for several years, in fact up to the time I retired,
was on the Serpentine Bridge — myself and two con-
stables, one at each side. My orders were that no
vehicle of any kind was to remain on or near the
approaches to the bridge ; and a harassing time it was,
for what with the turning back of the excess traffic
when the ranks en route were full, and loitering and
grumbling cabmen who persisted they had been in-
structed to wait for their fares, it was no easy matter
to carry out, and I was most thankful when the signal
was given the coaches had started. My orders also
were that on the last coach leaving the Magazine I
should at once proceed with my two men to Queen's Gate,
and prevent any obstruction to the teams leaving the
Park on their way to Hurlingham or Ranelagh, and as
there were no police to be spared prior to this, we had
to lose no time in getting there. I usually cut across
the corner of Kensington Gardens, and have run nearly
the whole way ; and we were not the only ones that
hurried up, for when the last coach had left, a rush,
almost amounting to a stampede, occurs, for equestrians,
pedestrians and vehicles made a pell-mell rush over the
bridge for the Alexandra and Queen's Gates, to see
them pass by. This in itself is an amusing spectacle
to witness ; everyone seems in a good humour, and
takes a delight in this sharp rush for a few minutes,
after standing about for so long. I have never known
of any accident in consequence, for, as I have said, the
bridge and road were comparatively free of traffic, so
they had a clear course for their run.
The whole of the coaches do not proceed to Hurling-
ham ; a few of the members, upon arriving at Queen's
Gate, will turn round and drive through the Park again
until time to go home for luncheon. There were usually
about twenty members — sometimes more, sometimes
less — attend their respective club meets.
VII.— VAGRANTS.
" Homeless, ragged and tanned,
Under the changeful sky,
Who so free in the land ?
Who so contented as I ? "
(Old Song) " The Vagabond."
iGABONDS, tramps, casuals of all classes, have
free access to the Park. On a hot summer's
day, passing from the Marble Arch Gate down
by the side of the North Ride, they may be seen
stretched out on the grass basking in the sun like
alligators. At least they were pretty well allowed to
do so during -my service, for the simple reason that
there was no rule that one could with confidence act
upon to prevent them. But, thank goodness, a more
stringent and peremptory rule has been recently intro-
duced, which I hope will in time be the means of
exterminating these objectionable-looking characters
from the Park altogether. This duty had to be done
very cautiously. To nine people out of every ten who
came into the Park it was a most unpleasant sight to
see these dirty, ragged, greasy-looking fellows lying,
some on the broad of their backs, with mouths open,
snoring away to their heart's content. Often we used
to try and get rid of them by rousing them up and
ordering them outside, and, if possible, could prove they
were breaking the then existing rule, they were occa-
sionally taken to the station and charged. But one
never knew when some interfering person or other
would come to the policeman and demand to know the
reason he was disturbed — "What harm has he done?
It is a free Park," and so on ; possibly not any harm,
yet it is our duty to ascertain if those apparently asleep
are dead or alive. (It was not unusual to find one dead
— I have done so.) And these busybodies, not content
with the explanation given, will even then write and
complain of the constable's " unnecessary interference."
I have had practical experience with such people.
VAGRANTS. 33
The enforcement of the rule introduced some year or
two ago, forbidding reciting, comic sketches in character,
palmistry, etc., by some tag, rag and bobtail lot who found
it a paying game in the Park, these disgraceful exhibitions
soon disappeared — for why ? Because it was compara-
tively easy for the policeman to stop their " business,"
or if they persisted they very soon made acquaintance
with the Magistrate. Just opposite the Marble Arch
Gate was a hunting ground for this class of people, and
I should think a little gold mine for the palmists, judging
from the number of simpletons — I can call them nothing
else — male and female, who appeared so eager to pay
their sixpence to have their hand felt and a few suave
words whispered in their ear.
I have seen two or three at a time doing quite a
brisk trade, but, of course, the rule prohibiting " un-
authorised persons from soliciting or collecting money "
soon enabled the police to put a stop to all that. But
in the case of vagrants it is not such plain sailing ; for
my readers must not jump to the conclusion that all the
people they see asleep on the grass are tramps and
loafers. Take, for instance, a rough-looking but honest
working-man, who has left his home at Hammersmith
at four o'clock in the morning, and walked up to and
about the West End for hours, like hundreds do, and
even then fails to get a job. He has to return home
tired, footsore and down-hearted, and crossing the Park
the temptation to resist a " downer " is too strong. The
result is he falls asleep.
I have come across these poor fellows many a time,
and usually on being awakened they will be up and off
without a word ; but not so with the vagrant. He is
annoyed at being disturbed, and will ask, "What's up?"
I could keep on writing of one incident and another
concerning this duty, but what I have said I hope will
convey to my readers the caution the police have to
exercise in weeding out the habitual loafers ; as I have
had no experience under the new rule, it is not for me
to comment as to the result it may or may not have,
but I may be permitted to say that I believe, with a
little patience this, like other past grievances, will cease
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to exist. For, after all, people must not forget — dirty
and unsightly as the vagrant may appear — he is mortal
like the rest of us, and cannot be swept away all at once
like so much refuse. One never knows under what
circumstances some of them have drifted into this
deplorable state. I have no desire to be sentimental—
that must not stand in the way of duty — still, it can be
tempered with a little common humanity. There was
one man at all events who sympathised with these poor
wretches — Charles Lamb Kenney — judging from the
pathetic words of his song, with the first verse of which
I headed this chapter, and with the last I will close.
" Once, tender love watched by my side,
Now, from above, her angel's my guide,
When heaven above asks my last breath,
Angel love smile on the vagabond's death."
VIII.— SUICIDES.
^^U 1C IDES in Hyde Park, unfortunately, were of
HE! a very frequent occurrence. Drowning in the
Serpentine was usually the method adopted.
The revolver and poison are often resorted to, and
even hanging in the trees. I knew of one case where
the body of a man was discovered in broad daylight
suspended by a piece of cord from the bough of a tree
situated between the Marble Arch Gate and Police
Station. One of the most determined suicides was a
man who stood on the parapet of the West or Magazine
Bridge, shot himself with a revolver through the head,
and fell backwards into the water. Another came under
my own personal observation. I was on duty one morn-
ing near Stanhope Gate, and was informed that on a
seat a little distance away a man was bleeding from the
throat. On my arrival at the spot indicated I could see
nothing of the man, but was attracted by a trail of blood
on a path leading to the Serpentine. This I followed in
that direction, thinking he had made for the water, but
being unable to obtain any further trace of him, I went
to the R.H.S. Receiving House for the purpose of in-
forming the officials, who would at once search the
vicinity in a boat. Upon my arriving there it appeared
information had already been given, for the dead body
of a man had just been taken out of the water, and
undoubtedly the one I was in pursuit of, for there was
a frightful gash in the throat.
In this brief reference to these regrettable affairs,
I must relate one more, for whenever I have a walk in
the Park, and should I cross the Magazine Bridge, the
occurrence I am about to relate usually comes to my mind.
I was on evening duty (5 p.m. to 1 a.m.), and on my
way to make my last visit to the constables on duty at
the Albert Memorial, and was crossing the bridge as
Big Ben was striking twelve, when I heard a sound not
unlike the discharge of firearms come from the direction
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of the south bank of the Serpentine. It was not a sharp
bang, but a thuddy, suppressed kind of report. I stopped
short and listened . . . but could hear nothing more,
only the last strokes of the clock booming in the dis-
tance, and all was still ! Then came the question —
" What was it ? " and the cause. It certainly sounded like
a revolver or something of the kind — possibly some poor
wretch putting a tragic end to his existence, or perhaps
only some half-drunken characters passing through the
Park " having a lark," as they call it, for there are all
sorts of strange noises in the evening made by people
on their way home ; but I must confess this struck me
as something out of the ordinary. However, I tried to
persuade myself it was of no consequence, for, having been
on my legs for nearly eight hours, I was not very anxious
to go out of my way and look for a case of suicide, espe-
cially on the off chance of one not having been committed.
At any rate, whatever it may have been, I would
have the night duty constable informed, so that he
would give an extra look over that particular part of
his beat. Having thus decided, I accordingly proceeded
on my way through Kensington Gardens to the Albert
Memorial, made my visit, and retraced my steps with
the intention of going to our station (to get to which I
should have to re-cross the bridge again), for with
some reports, etc., that I should have to enter, the
whole of my time would be busily engaged up to the
end of my tour of duty.
But when I arrived at the bridge — cross I could not
— an irresistible feeling came over me that I must go
to the place from whence the noise proceeded, it being
that side of the water I was then on. I said to myself,
" Well, this is all right ! " for there was not a soul
about, no " bulls-eye " with me, and almost pitch dark.
However, across the grass I went, in the direction I
believed the sound came from, and had walked about
two or three hundred yards, and passing through a
clump of old elm trees, I could just discern in the dark-
ness an object on the ground. I approached it ; it was
a man — there was no doubt at all now — the usual posi-
tion, flat on the back, arms and legs extended, revolver
SUICIDES. 37
clutched in hand. Bending over him, I could perceive
a fearful wound in his forehead, and his whole frame
was quivering like an aspen leaf — evidently the bullet
had not yet quite completed its fatal work.
I could now also quite realize the cause of my
uncertainty while standing on the bridge, wondering
what the sound may or may not have been. That it
was a revolver shot was now only too evident; but I
believe there is no doubt but what the suicide, with a
view to ensure his certain death, pressed the muzzle of
the weapon as close as possible to his head at the time
he discharged it, and, as an additional consequence,
would have the effect of producing the stifled report I
heard that caused my perplexity.
However, I will not go into further details concern-
ing this ghastly case, any more than to say, although
I was hours later in getting to bed that night, I felt
considerably more at rest that I had " cleared up " the
affair myself. When I commenced this chapter I in-
tended to say as little as possible about these sad
occurrences — they are not pleasant subjects to read
about, and under the most favourable circumstances
a very unpleasant duty to perform. Still, it had to be
done, and likely to be, I am afraid ; but I could not
refrain from entering at length into this one, for in all
the many cases I have been engaged in, I cannot recall
one that made a greater impression on me — the sudden
prompting to go and look, and walking direct to the
body, was a coincidence I cannot easily forget.
Lastly, it may afford a certain amount of relief for
me to state, regrettably frequent as these cases of self-
destruction — or self-murder — are, yet, during the whole
of my service, or since that I am aware of, not a single
case of the terrible crime of deliberate murder, or even
attempted murder, by a person or persons, upon the life
of another, has ever had to be recorded by the police;
and when one comes to consider Hyde Park, open as it
is from early morn till midnight, day after day, from
one year's end to the other, to its myriads of humanity
in all sorts and conditions of life, — is at least, I should
hope, some consolation.
IX.— THE OLD REFORM TREE.
*HE old Reform, or "Reformer's" Tree, as some
people term it, at least the spot where it once
stood, is well known to most people who frequent
Hyde Park — the headquarters of political and other
demonstrations ; but for the information of those who
do not happen to know this renowned place, I will
endeavour to describe it, and also the extirpation of the
old tree. Suppose we enter the Park at the Grosvenor
Gate, Park Lane, and take a direct line along the foot-
path leading to the Albert Memorial and Alexandra
Gate (indicated by a finger post) ; after proceeding for
some three hundred yards you arrive at a square-like
grove of old elm trees — it is known as" Russell Square."
This place bears the reputation of once being a favou-
rite resort for betting ; the centre is, however, now
occupied by a water reservoir, being a reserve supply
for the Royal Palaces; also a Refreshment Chalet and
other accommodation have recently been introduced in
the " square." On the left or north-east corner, and
within a dozen yards of the present electric standard,
the "original" stood; I believe an elm like its neighbours,
but not a vestige of green or anything to indicate that
species — simply a stark, blasted-looking old trunk, dead
as a doornail, whether from lightning or old age, it had
fallen into such a state, I am unable to say, but that is
how it appeared in the year 1875, and was recognised
as " The Old Reform Tree." The occasion of its demo-
lition, or the cause of it, happened at a meeting or
demonstration in the summer of the year mentioned
above. It was not a political meeting, but a trade
grievance, and I remember very largely attended. So
far as the meeting was concerned it had gone off
orderly and quiet, resolutions had been passed, and
people were really dispersing homewards. I may add it
was on a week-day, and took place in the evening, I
presume to give employees every facility to attend ;
however, it was getting dusk, when suddenly smoke and
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sparks were seen issuing from the old tree, and it became
apparent it had been set on fire, and that we conjec-
tured, by mischievous boys ; burn and smoke it did
alarmingly, for it was nothing more than a lump of
tinder, and this must have occurred to the boys — that
it would burn well if ignited, and cause them fun. We
could do nothing without water to put the fire out, as it
was burning from the top part ; evidently one had
climbed up and lit it. We cleared the crowd back
some twenty yards from the smouldering tree until the
arrival of a small manual fire engine, brought by a
couple of firemen ; but during the wait for this assist-
ance the boys and others indulged in a fine game, for
sticks, stones or any other missiles that could be found
were flung at the old tree, and if struck, as it was dusk,
up would go a shower of sparks like a rocket, to the
shouts and amusement of those concerned. I was glad
when the little engine just mentioned arrived and soon
put an end to any sign of fire, and the crowd finally
dispersed. To prevent a repetition of a similar scene,
the Park authorities soon decided to have it removed
altogether. Still there is the space where the old tree
stood, if any of my readers care to take a walk and see
as I have described.
X.— NIGHT DUTY IN HYDE PARK.
Sg HAVE no doubt many people will be surprised to
Hj» know that the police patrol round their beats in
the Park all night long, just as they do in the
streets ; of course not so many as in the day, only half
the number. You will possibly say, " Whatever for ? "
I will endeavour to inform you. The winter months
are certainly dreary, and little or nothing to do to
break the monotony of tramping a round ; but I will
deal with the summer months first. During that period
of the year, if it were not for police en duty all night
long, I am afraid our beautiful Park would soon be little
better than a common lodging-house. The small or foot
gates are closed at ten p.m., the principal or carriage
gates at twelve midnight; the constable on duty at each
of them remains until half-past twelve, to allow vehicles
or pedestrians that may have entered just before twelve
o'clock to leave the Park. The gates are fin-ally locked
at half-past twelve. The constable on night duty going
round his beat frequently finds loungers either asleep
or feigning sleep. These he gets rid of at the nearest
gate, and I can safely say within an hour of the gates
being closed the Park is quite clear. But would it be
if it were not for him constantly going round his beat
and keeping on the alert? Judging from the number
of these characters that are eagerly waiting soon after
daybreak about the Marble Arch, Apsley and Albert
Gates, to get into the Park at the authorised five o'clock
time, I have every reason to believe it would have been
waste of time to turn them out, if it had been left to
them to return if they liked unmolested ; they would
have found ways and means to get back if they dared.
I have often felt amused on the opening of the above
gates to see the rush (Monday mornings especially), to
say nothing of the respectable working man who is also
waiting to get across, going to or seeking employment.
But first and foremost are the " topper hunters," as we
XIGHT DUTY IN HYDE PARK. 41
designated them. Immediately the gates were open they
rush in and extend in all directions like skirmishers. Of
course they pick up all they can find from underneath and
about the seats and chairs, but their chief search is
for the ends of cigars or cigarettes, commonly called
toppers ; these they gather in their handkerchiefs, and
having obtained a sufficient quantity are able to dispose
of them somewhere in the East End of London I believe.
A strange way of obtaining an existence, but it is so.
Then there are to be carefully watched the rare shrubs,
plants and flowers that adorn the Park. Out of the
hundreds and thousands of people who come every
Sunday and admire these lovely sights, very few have
any idea of the anxiety and work the police have to
keep these free from marauders. Of course, there are
other London parks equally laid out and not protected
by police ; possibly so, but you must consider there is
no other park (at least I believe not) kept open so late
thereby giving considerably greater facility to any evilly-
disposed person. All I can say is, they are zealously
looked after, and anyone caught (which not infrequently
happens) is, I am glad to say, severely dealt with by the
magistrates ; a more despicable theft I cannot conceive
— as it is robbing the thousands of people, young and
old, who come into the Park, and who never have any
other opportunity of seeing flowers or shrubs in bloom.
A rather amusing case that I know of in regard to
these depredations was the audacity of a Soho French
restaurant keeper, who several mornings came to the
Park and succeeded in gathering a handful of blooms
from the beds of the Flower Walk, and which he took
home to adorn his dining-room tables. Despite the
alertness of the uniform constables — who almost im-
mediately missed them each successive morning — the
perpetrator could not be discovered. Bed after bed in
some part or other of the walk was practically shorn of
its beauty. As I have previously remarked, late in the
evening or night was an anxious time to us in preventing
these thefts, for, when committed, it was invariably then ;
but for them to disappear on a summer's morning in
broad daylight was rather a mystery. Consequently
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other tactics had to be adopted. So, very shortly, one
morning Monsieur entered the Park on his bicycle at
about half-past five o'clock, which, I suppose, had been
his wont on previous occasions, thereby evading sus-
picion— no doubt a nice quiet time, he thought, He
leisurely proceeded down the roadway that runs along-
side the Flower Walk and parallel with Park Lane, and
at a favourable opportunity jumped off his machine and
over the short iron fencing, supplies himself with his
usual bouquet — the work of half a minute — and is off.
A ragamuffin-looking man who had been lounging on a
seat close by and saw what had occurred, rushed into
the roadway and stopped him. "Vat do you stop me,
you dirty scamp ? " demanded Monsieur. " You can
call me what you like," replied the man, " but I am a
police officer, and shall take you into custody for steal-
ing those flowers." The consternation of the French-
man at this extraordinary-looking police officer can be
more easily imagined than described, but to the station
he had to go, and there he had the cool cheek to tell
the Inspector he did not think he was doing any harm,
for he had done so several times before, and had not
been interfered with. This was a gratifying admission,
for it left little doubt as to who the miscreant was, the
consequence being Monsieur received the full benefit of
the fine (five pounds) at Marlborough Street Police
Court. He remarked, " It vas a lot of money to pay
for such few flowers." Yes, very likely ; but taking
into consideration the mean offence committed in
obtaining them, he richly deserved all it cost him, so
possibly for the future he will find he can invest his
money to better advantage in flowers at Covent Garden
Market.
As I have already stated, the winter months are
somewhat monotonous ; still the same police regime is
in force as in the summer, as there are other items to
be looked after which I could relate, but I think I have
said enough on night duty.
XI.— FOGS.
jAYIXG referred to events relative to Spring, Sum-
mer and Winter, and even Autumn, although
perhaps not having specially mentioned the fact,
I will try and make my little work as complete as I am
able in dealing with Hyde Park all the year round, so
will just make a few observations as to how we get along
during dreary, foggy November — not that fog strictly
confines itself to visiting us during that particular month
alone, but as a matter of fact we are not surprised to
get a plentiful supply of that objectionable mixture at
this period of the year. I cannot recall any special
occurrence consequent on fog, for the simple reason
that Hyde Park is conspicuous by the absence of its
usual frequenters, riding, driving, and even walking
(with few exceptions), as though by common consent
giving it a wide berth. From individual experience I
must say I do not blame them, for a more dismal,
deceptive place during such weather can scarcely be
imagined, at least it appeared so to me. I, myself, after
traversing the Park for twenty years and over, would
naturally be supposed to know every inch of the place,
and could safely walk about so to speak blindfolded ;
and I would be inclined to think I could have done so.
However, be that as it may, all I can say is that in a
dense evening fog I have to confess, that a stranger who
had never put foot in the place before would not be at
much greater loss to find their way than I ; a pitch dark
night was a treat comparatively, so far as finding one's
way about was concerned — for this simple reason, we
carried our " bull's-eye " lantern on our belt, and when
occasion required to turn on the light, by just giving the
reflector a twist, the surroundings for a dozen or twenty
yards would be lit up all of aglow; but not so in a dense
44 HYDE PARK.
evening fog, the radiant little "bull," illuminating though
it may be in pitchy darkness, yet through this murky
stuff you were lucky if it penetrated at most a couple of
yards. Familiar spots appear so totally different, strange
and fantastic objects seem to rise in front of one, occa-
sioned by the clouds of drifting fog; in fact it gave one
the creeps, especially should it be accompanied with
frost, the damp clammy coldness seemed to penetrate
to one's very bones. There is also such an unnatural
sort of stillness as you grope your way slowly along, in
order to keep the right footpath and avoid barking your
shins against the low sharp rails that edge the numerous
paths, or from coming into sudden contact with an iron
post or hurdle, and after considerable straining of eyes
and puzzling of brain in this manner, in order to arrive
at a particular place, by some chance or other you all
at once discover that you are going in quite an altogether
opposite direction. One's feelings in such a predicament
may be more easily imagined than described.
In speaking of myself I believe I am only relating
what is similarly experienced by others. The only advice
I can offer to anyone who should find themselves in such
difficulties is that it is utterly useless to attempt to re-
trace one's steps ; the safest and quickest way in the
end is to continue as straight and careful as one is able
to proceed, and eventually some way of egress will be
found from the Park, even should it have taken you
considerably out of your ordinary route, but to twist
and turn about means loss of time, and most probably
a fall over the low rails into the bargain. Another
danger which should be borne in mind in crossing the
Park in a dense fog is the Serpentine, for in many in-
stances people have walked into the water — not that I
am aware of a case that proved fatal owing to the
mistake made, but in all probability such a thing may
have happened. One instance I recollect. A young
man walked into the water, and in attempting to regain
terra finna he found he was going considerably deeper ;
he had the good sense to stand perfectly still, and com-
menced shouting " Help ! " Old Mr. Smith, for many
years the Serpentine water-fowl keeper, attracted by
FOGS. 45
the cry, went out of his lodge adjacent to the lake,
obtained the assistance of a policeman, went in search
and discovered the terrified young fellow just up to his
knees in water, and whom they promptly helped out.
Not a bad idea on his part, I consider, to take the pre-
caution he did ; such presence of mind might help
someone else placed in similar straits.
XII.— CYCLING IN THE PARK.
2KX writing my reminiscences of police duty in Hyde
ff! Park, I feel I should not perhaps be altogether
completing my undertaking to omit — if only a few
remarks on the subject of the bicycling season, or rather
the bicycle " craze," as it was more appropriately termed,
and wrhich undoubtedly it proved to be ; for, like the
proverbial donkey's gallop, it was short and sweet. One
brief season — and it vanished as quickly as it sprang up!
As a matter of fact, I was somewhat undecided about
referring to the event at all.
However, for the little while it did exist it certainly
caused no small talk, and looked at one time to even
vie with the Row in popularity.
The Ring Road, from the Achilles Statue, Hyde
Park Corner, to the Magazine, was the selected track,
— a nice level straight run of about a mile — and soon
after ten o'clock in the morning, cyclists — chiefly
ladies — made their appearance from all directions, and
by eleven o'clock that portion of the roadway was
simply thronged with them ; for carriage traffic or
equestrians it was almost impossible to get through,
at all events dangerous to attempt, consequently they
were advised to proceed by other routes. At every
crossing constables were posted to assist foot passengers
over the roadway — no easy matter to accomplish, either
for the policeman himself or for those he was escorting.
To pass safely through those rapid, silent wheels — no
putting one's hand up and promptly stopping them like
the ordinary carriage traffic — it was a case of getting
over the best way one possibly could.
I was fortunate enough to escape without getting
knocked down myself, but I believe it was more by luck
than judgment — judgment was out of the question, for
in getting out of the way of one you were in that of
another — it was sheer dodging to and fro. My post was
at the crossing directly opposite the Achilles Statue, the
turning point of the track, and the cutting and twisting
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and incessant tinkling of bells around you kept one in a
state of fever heat. I have done duty on every con-
ceivable crossing on the Row and carriage-way in the
Park, and positively assert I would a thousand times
rather do four hours of that duty in the busiest of the
season than the one hour and a half or two hours amid
those enthusiastic cyclists; and when twelve o'clock
came — the limit of the time extended to bicycles in the
Park then — and they began to disperse, it was a great
relief to be able to breathe freely once again, at least,
that is expressing my feelings on the matter. It is need-
less for me to state that bicycles are now admitted to
the Park at any time, like any other authorised vehicle.
And why the display did not become one of the Park's
annual attractions is more than I can account for ; it
certainly justified the then general impression that it
was " merely a craze."
XIII.— JUBILEE OF QUEEN VICTORIA.
fMHURSDAY, JUNE 23RD, 1887.— The great festival
|ilj| gathering in Hyde Park of London's School Child-
ren in celebration of the 50th year of the reign
of Her Most Gracious Majesty the late Queen Victoria
was a most notable day, and as far as the weather was
concerned a most glorious one also. It will not be easily
forgotten by old or young who were fortunate enough
to be present at this event. It appeals more to the
younger generation, considering about 30,000 were re-
galed and entertained in celebration .of the above
auspicious occasion. Ten enormous marquees, besides
many other minor tents, were pitched on the " Guards'
Ground," or the north-east portion of the Park, for the
accommodation of this multitude of children, where, at
a given time, accompanied by their teachers, they all
assembled and partook of a substantial repast. This
concluded, a host of attractions and games of the fair
and fete description were provided out in the open.
Numerous ladies and gentlemen also rendered every
possible assistance for their amusement, and, to add
to their enjoyment, a peal of bells occasionally rang
out merrily, at least a mechanical arrangement that
produced the sound of bells, kindly lent and supplied by
Sir Henry Irving from the Lyceum Theatre, having been
previously utilised there in one of his plays. The arrival
of H.M. the Queen on the ground, and the singing by
the children of "The Old Hundredth" hymn, "God
Bless the Prince of Wales" and "God Save the Queen"
— accompanied by the Guards' and other regimental
bands combined, under the conductorship of Lieut.
Dan Godfrey — was a most impressive item in the day's
programme. To detail the various interesting scenes
and incidents in connection with that memorable day
would be to fill a moderate-sized book ; but that is not
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my business even to attempt to do. But it will, I am
sure, give satisfaction for me to state, so far as the
police were concerned, nothing came under their notice
that in any way marred the proceedings — not during
the festivities at all events, and not until the children
had all, with their "Jubilee Souvenir Cups" in their
hands, gaily marched from the Park homewards —
nothing whatever had up to that time occurred that
would in any way tend to cause the slightest discomfort.
But an incident, had it happened earlier in the day,
might have caused considerable alarm and scare among
the little ones. A heap of hay, straw, paper, broken
crates and boxes — refuse of packages — had been piled
up within no very great distance of the tents on the
Bayswater side of the Park. Whether by accident or
mischievous persons thinking a bonfire would add to
the attractions of the evening was never ascertained,
but certainly, a big blaze was soon in motion.
A detachment of the " K " division of police, who
had been on duty in that vicinity all day long, and who
would have in the ordinary course of events been well
on their way home towards Bow, made strenuous efforts
to stop the progress of the fire, but to no avail ; the in-
flammable stuff, however, soon burnt itself out, and as
soon as it became approachable the constables set to
work and raked the burning wood out with sticks or
anything they could apply for that purpose, scattered
the embers, and literally stamped and trod the fire out,
regardless of the damage it did to their boots. I was
glad when things became tolerably quiet and everything
apparently safe, that the poor fellows were able to pro-
ceed on their way home,. for there is no doubt they had
had a long, arduous day of it.
1 may here remark, fire in the marquees during the
evenings and nights prior to the eventful day was our
great anxiety, and with this single isolated exception
we congratulated ourselves things had gone off most
satisfactorily.
In closing this little narrative, I cannot resist refer-
ring to the energetic action of Sir Edward Lawson (Lord
Burnham), Chairman and chief promoter of that happy
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event. He worked most indefatigably, and also took par-
ticular notice that other people worked too — for he was
up and about the Park early and late during the whole
of the preparations, the result being, to use the words
of a gentleman who expressed his appreciation of that
occasion, " Never was a festival more manifestly joyous,
natural, satisfactory and genuine."
XIV.—APPREHENSION OF "SWELL"
THIEVES.
SMOM PLAINTS having come in of the loss of purses,
jjjll watches, jeweller}', etc., in the vicinity of Hyde
Park Corner and Rotten Row — this sort of thing
happened annually ; but it is chiefly owing to the care-
lessness of the owner, who often leaves such articles on
a chair or seat (purses most frequently), or dropping
them, from not having been securely fastened to their
person. But on this particular occasion, as there ap-
peared an unusual number, we naturally came to the
conclusion they were not all accidentally lost.
Accordingly two experienced detectives were applied
for to investigate and keep observation on this locality,
Sergeant Mott and another detective were deputed for
this duty. I may add, with reference to Sergeant Mott,
who was then stationed at King Street Station, White-
hall— our head divisional quarters, my knowledge of him
was, as being a most clever, astute detective officer; he
had an eye like a hawk. But to continue. It was in
the month of June — the height of the season — and about
six o'clock in the evening. The Park was in full swing,
the sides of the Row were thronged, and the carriage
traffic was simply packed and only moving at a walking
pace. I had just come up the side of the Row from the
direction of Albert Gate, and was standing alongside one
of the trees that run through the centre of the path,
directly opposite the clock at Hyde Park Corner. I re-
mained some few minutes satisfying myself things were
apparently going on all right, and was just about to make
my way over the crossing to see how the constables were
getting on who were busily engaged with the traffic and
j'.ssisting people across, when someone touched me on
the elbow, and said quietly, "Don't go away, Sergeant;
we are just going to ' tap ' someone." 1 half turned
round, and recognised Mott, and a yard or two away
52 HYDE PARK.
stood the other detective. He returned to his col-
league, with whom he appeared to have a few hurried
subdued words.
During this littie time I looked about me, though
did not stir an inch ; in fact, I was almost afraid to look,
let alone stir, in case the slightest movement on my part
might frustrate the officer's designs, so anxious was I
that they should successfully accomplish their object.
Yet, as I have stated, I did glance about me, but no
individual could I see that aroused my slightest suspicion.
I did not expect to see a thief of the Bill Sikes type, but
I certainly expected to see someone who I at least thought
they had fixed upon, but no one was near me only those
whom I imagined belonged to " Society." In consider-
ably less time than it takes to write these words, Mott
returned, followed by the other officer, and, stooping
down, spoke in an undertone to three gentlemen who
were sitting on chairs directly in front of me. I did not
hear what he said, but it was brief, and for the moment
I wondered if he was asking them a question about
something they may have seen or heard, or even lost ;
but to my astonishment he grasped two of the men
each by the arm, the other officer seized the third —
this was the signal for me, and 1 very soon relieved
Mott of one. Their blanched faces, incoherent protesta-
tions and "feigned" indignation convinced me at once
who they were. However, there was no scene, no scuffle
or confusion ; Mott, in his quiet but firm manner, had
" fixed his right men," and told them they would have
every opportunity of stating or giving an account of
themselves at the police station ; and through ranks
of London Society we marched them. I should imagine
it must have caused no little comment at the dinner-table
that evening by those who witnessed this incident, for
their " make-up " was simply complete — silk high hats,
frock coats, dust coats on arm,:;: umbrella, etc., and I
' The idea of this class of thief carrying a dust-coat is. that
apart from it aiding them in their " make-up," it is rather con-
venient in covering the arm and hand when relieving ladies, and
even gentlemen, of the contents of their pockets, which they
accomplish with amazing dexterity.
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must say their under attire equally corresponded with
their outer ; for, after being charged, the process of
stripping for searching and obtaining marks of identifi-
cation, gave me the opportunity of observing this,
evidently they had taken every precaution — if that one
thing could have assisted them — in evading their pro-
fession, viz., thieves, which they undoubtedly were
proved to be.
It may occur to some of my readers strange that
these men should be arrested while sitting down quietly;
why could they not have been watched until caught red-
handed ? I can only come to one conclusion on this
matter; you must bear in mind the detectives had had
these men under observation for hours — for days for all
I know, almost stealthily dogging their actions while mov-
ing about among that fashionable crowd. I must here
also point out, this class of thieves are equally as wary
as they are clever at their profession, consequently the
stratagem and tactics the detectives have to adopt to
bring their quarry to bay is not my business to relate ;
I must leave the reader to die detectives alone who tell
their experience in such cases. A detective officer and
a uniform officer are distinct lines of police work alto-
gether. One little knows the difficulty they have in
tracking these cunning, light-fingered characters to
justice, and I have but little doubt in this particular
case they were a bit too " fly " to be caught, as I have
said before, " red-handed," for by some chance one out
of the three had caught the penetrating glance of
Sergeant Mott's eye. That was enough ; they " rum-
bled " — to adopt their slangy phraseology — upon scenting
danger, the game was up. Then came the question —
What was the best thing to do ? To " bolt " or even
stalk away would be to seal their fate ; but to sit down
quietly and brazen it out may possibly give them a
chance, the " tecks " may have a doubt about them, or
may wait another day in order to have them " on the
job." Such thoughts as these undoubtedly were flash-
ing through their minds. 1 need hardly add, if once
these individuals could have got clear unmolested, Hyde
Park would not have seen them again for many a day.
54 HYDE PARK.
Mott knew this ; that was the hurried conversation
I witnessed between the two officers prior to the arrest.
It was now or never, and rather than let them slip
altogether he would have them on the minor charge —
Suspected persons, etc., etc.
It was a big haul — three at one swoop, and I always
considered great credit was due to Sergeant Mott for the
tact and confidence he displayed in ridding the Park of
a gang of such expert fashionable criminals.
I was once rather amused with the eulogy paid to
this class of people by a gentleman. He was relating
to me the loss of his valuable gold watch, which had
been stolen — he had not the slighest doubt about it, he
said. " But the mysterious way they got it from me is
astounding. And it is not on account of its intrinsic
value that I troubled, or they should have it for their
cleverness ; but being a present from my father on my
twenty-first birthday, I would give double the value for
its recovery. But there," said he, continuing, " I shall
never see the watch again ; and I believe, if they made
up their minds to do it, they would take the very teeth
out of your head." Of course, that was putting it rather
strong. Still, as to their cleverness there is no doubt,
and it behoves one to be most cautious with valuables,
in crowds particularly.
In concluding this subject, it is perhaps just as well
not to lose sight of the fact that there are roaming about
some most clever professional "female thieves," not that
I am aware of any particular case in the Park of a woman
being charged with having committed, or even suspected,
of theft — not in the daytime among the fashionable, at
all events. I am inclined to think these ladylike-looking
"prigs" confine their manipulative " business " chiefly
to the pockets of their own sex, while travelling in
omnibuses, tramcars, etc., and not infrequently while
standing about looking in shop windows.
XV.— A REMARKABLE FIND.
tracing and restoring of lost and found property
in the Park is an important item of police duty.
It has been my lot to make many hundreds of
enquiries respecting lost and found articles. It may be
surprising to know what a number of things (valuable
ones) are annually found by the police or are handed
over to them and never claimed. Many people lose
their property, and upon discovering their loss will say,
" Oh, it is of no use bothering about it, I shall never get
it again." It is a mistake to always jump at these con-
clusions. Of course, on the other hand, a great many
people report their loss and never hear a word more of
it. The police cannot be always looking about for things
dropped or left on seats or chairs, they have other busi-
ness to attend to; and the reader must remember there
are persons who simply do nothing else but prowl about
the Park all day long for what they can find. Still the
police do find things, or, as I have said before, have things
handed over to them. Only quite recently in the summer
I was passing through the Park, and had occasion to stop
and ask a question of a constable. At the same moment
a gentleman came up and handed over to him a lady's
beautiful gold watch he had just picked up, monogram,
etc., on back, the value of which could not be less than
£8 or £10. But to proceed with my own experiences.
On one occasion I found a purse with silver and gold in,
and a receipt for an advertisement in a daily paper; this
was something for me to work upon. I made enquiries
at the office of that particular newspaper, the Morning Post,
and was courteously furnished with the name and address
of the advertiser, a poor domestic servant girl out of a
situation, to whom I restored her loss. She, of course,
had given it up without making the slightest enquiry.
But my chief reason for referring to such events is
to relate a " find " which happened during my time, but
from the almost incredibleness I am doubtful if such a
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thing hardly happens in a generation. The finding of a
pocket-book, purse or bag containing large amounts in
bank-notes, or even gold, are, as we all know, not an
infrequent occurrence in some part or other of London ;
but to walk along a public footpath and see fifty-three
sovereigns strewn underneath and about a seat would
almost tend to take one's breath away. Yes, fifty-three
bright golden sovereigns scattered about as if they were
of no more value than so many acorns. This was ac-
tually discovered by a police constable on night duty in
Kensington Gardens, at the top of the Flower Walk,
immediately opposite the Albert Memorial. What he
must have thought when he flashed his light upon them
goodness only knows, but one thing certain, it must
have been, " Oh, what a surprise ! " and one can quite
understand if the officer did not have some misgivings
as to the genuineness of the coins. However, he gathered
them up and took them to our station, where they were
all proved to be current coin of the realm. Even now
in this case it remained a mystery (for a long time I am
sure) how they came there, and I am not certain if ever
they were claimed at all, but that portion of information
I am not in possession of, but the finding of the amount
in the way I have described is without a doubt, and can
be authenticated by the record in the Occurrence Book
at Hyde Park Police Station.
XVI.— THE SERPENTINE.
Serpentine — world-wide known as it is (by
name) — its particulars, viz., its source of supply,
length, width, depth, etc., very few perhaps are
acquainted with. In commencing this book I stated it
was not my intention to attempt to describe " attrac-
tions," by which I mean permanent fixtures, in the Park;
but having had to perform duty on its banks and surface
(and even in the water itself) :: in many various ways, I
hope I may be excused in deviating a little from my
ordinary incidents by giving a brief description of this
beautiful central London lake. Of course, there is
another Serpentine besides the one in Hyde Park,
namely, Regent's Park. At least, it was called so years
ago. I remember when a boy reading of an awful ice
fatality on " The Serpentine, Regent's Park," when
many persons (nearly fifty, so I am informed) lost their
lives. A vein of humour was introduced into this sad
occurrence by the unconcerned demeanour of a man
who sat quietly smoking his pipe on a mass of floating
ice in the middle of the water until he was rescued.
However, there is no fear ot such a calamity hap-
pening again, as the lake has been considerably shallowed
and reconstructed since, and I believe is now generally
known as the "Ornamental Waters," Regent's Park.
So, I suppose, as a matter of fact, there is only one
recognised Serpentine, and that is in Hyde Park.
The full extent of this sheet of water from end to
end is fifteen hundred yards ; from east bridge to west
bridge is just a thousand yards, the remainder, which
proceeds into Kensington Gardens, makes up the dis-
tance stated. It varies in its width gradually, the
greatest being a hundred and eighty yards, the lesser
* The writer having on three different occasions rescued
women from drowning.
58 HYDE PARK.
about fifty ; it is shaped in a zig-zag form, thereby
deriving its name Serpentine. The depth I have al-
ready referred to in a former chapter. Yet it may not
be out of place here to again remind the reader on that
particular matter. It is of vital importance that persons
using this lake for such recreation as boating, bathing
and skating should be impressed as to the depth of water
he or she may be venturing upon — in the case of the
latter especially, for it must be borne in mind that this
lake undoubtedly (for various reasons) has an excep-
tional attraction, and, once open to the public for that
exhilarating diversion, they do not come in companies
but in battalions, consequently the depth, \vhich varies
from five to fourteen feet of water — to say nothing of
the probability of a foot or two of mud — cannot be too
seriously taken into consideration. The winter ninety
four-five was a " nipper," in fact we have not had such
a severe one since" — at any rate not a continuation of
frost to admit of the full extent of the lake being thrown
open. On that occasion, I have stood on the bank in
the evenings and watched the ice bending and heaving
under the enormous strain placed upon it, until a very
unpleasant sort of a feeling has crept over me. One
Sunday evening in particular I shall never forget, the
suspense was almost painful, so fully aware was I of
the appalling loss of life that must inevitably happen,
should the ice give way. ,
If fifty persons can be drowned in a lake of no
greater depth or expanse than this one, and in broad
daylight, what are we to anticipate must follow should
a similar disaster occur here on a dark night, with pro-
bably ten times the number of persons than upon the
fatal occasion I have previously referred to ? . . .1
think it is a matter for grave consideration.
Of course there are notice boards to warn people of
the depth, but people do not always stop to read notice
boards even in the daytime, let alone in the dark even-
ings, when it would be impossible. Therefore I take
this opportunity to point out the danger risked in being
* i.e. up to the winter of 1908-9.
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too venturesome. Most lamentable incidents I could
relate, not only upon the ice, but in boating and bath-
ing, in consequence.
As to the source of the Serpentine, I could not state
if it has springs in its bed or not, but artificially it is
supplied at each end by the water being pumped from
wells, one in Kensington Gardens, the other in St.
James's Park. There are plenty of fish in this lake, of
the coarse species — roach, dace, chub, eels, etc. On a
warm evening I have seen the sides of the water literally
boiling with them ; the boys know this, and they often
steal a few minutes fishing, which of course is against
the rules of the Park, this they often rue by having to
attend a summons before the magistrate.
In speaking of fishing, I had an adventure once on
the Round Pond, Kensington Gardens, a few years
ago, before it was cleaned out and shallowed. There
were plenty of fish there, of the class I have already
mentioned.
This " basin-shaped " pleasant sheet of water, some
seven hundred yards in circumference, and directly oppo-
site Kensington Palace, is well known — to nursemaids
and children without a doubt, for it is constantly sur-
rounded, either in feeding the swans and ducks, or the
more senior members of the family are engaged in the
favourite amusement of sailing their model yachts or
boats across the pond. Of an evening just before the
gates close sometimes a number of these small craft get
becalmed and considerably out of reach of the owners,
the consequence being they had to proceed home minus
their treasure, which I hardly need add sorely tried
their young feelings, and we could only console the
little fellows by saying it would probably be restored to
them the next day by applying at Hyde Park police
station, for usually during the night a breeze would
spring up, and the whole fleet be found stranded in
the morning. It was not an unusual thing during the
summer months to see the policeman going off night
duty with as many of these " abandoned " vessels as he
could comfortably carry. The same system is, I believe,
adopted by the present Park constables in taking charge
60 HYDE PARK.
of these articles — other than bringing them to us they
deposit them at their own office adjoining the police
station, Hyde Park.
But to proceed with my fishing story. I was on
night duty. It was in the month of August (if I recol-
lect rightly), at any rate it was a Sunday night preceding
a Bank holiday— possibly it may have been the Whitsun
holiday ; however, that matters but little. By some
means it had got into a local weekly newspaper — either
Kensington or Bayswater neighbourhood, that fishing
would be permitted in the Round Pond on this parti-
cular Bank holiday. I had met someone during the
early part of the night who intimated this announce-
ment to me, however, not having been apprised by my
superiors of any such notification, I treated it for what it
was worth, doubting if it had happened at all. Eventually
the time came round to open the gates. I commenced
about four o'clock (I was the only constable on duty in
the gardens that night), so as to have the last opened
by five a.m., the authorised time. To walk quite three
miles round the Gardens and open between twenty and
thirty gates one could scarcely be expected to start much
later. This done, out of curiosity I strolled towards the
pond. Up to that time I had not seen a sign of a fisher-
man, so I did not feel in the least alarmed ; but on my
emerging through the trees on the Kensington side of
the Gardens, imagine my consternation on beholding
round the pond no less than thirty or forty persons, all
busily engaged in preparing their rods and tackle, and
some even had commenced angling and having sport,
for I saw them pulling the fish out. Ladies even were
there with camp-stools, luncheon baskets, etc., evidently
they were bent upon having a good day of it. I set to
work and demanded to know from the first party I came
to, upon what authority were they taking such a liberty
with the regulations. They referred me to the paper I
have mentioned. I replied that, not having received
any official instructions on the matter, my duty was to
stop them. They protested it was " all right." I per-
sisted it was not " all right," and took out my pocket-
book, and, I am sure, wrote down a dozen names and
THE SERPEXTINE. 61
addresses, and the more I wrote the more there appeared
to be arriving on the scene. I thought to myself, I am
just about as much use here as not at all, so sent in-
formation to the police station of what was going on,
and very soon half-a-dozen men in blue arrived, whose
presence quickly had the effect of conveying to these
ardent anglers they were under some " misapprehen-
sion," and they quietly, but most disappointedly, packed
up. One enthusiastic piscator, I remember, judging
from his appearance, came from the slums of Netting
Hill on the strength of the information obtained from
the "local organ," openly defied the police. He had his
fishing-rod, which consisted of a long trimmed garden
pea-stick, wrested from him by a constable, and had the
mortification of seeing it broken up and thrown into the
pond. Firm measures had to be taken, or the place
would have been overrun by such characters. However,
it gradually passed off quietly without any magisterial
proceedings, as the transgressors, I need hardly state,
were the victims of a hoax !
It may be of interest to say that the boundary line
which divides the two parishes of St. George, Hanover
Square, and St. Margaret's, Westminster, runs through
the centre of the Serpentine, Hyde Park — the north
portion belonging to the former, the south to the latter.
I have seen the schoolboys of the Westminster parish,
accompanied by the officials, performing the old-
fashioned custom of "beating the boundary" with long
sticks. They commence at the east bridge, where,
about the middle, just above the water-level, the mark
is to be seen. For some few seconds they would shout
and thrash this particular spot unmercifully. They then
proceed in boats in a direct line to the west bridge to
the other boundary mark, where I suppose a similar
ceremony is gone through.
NOTE.— The subject of loss of life by drowning has heen seriously attended
ti) in the above chapter : therefore I would like to take the opportunity to say
that it has just come under my notice that "a more simple and efficient method
of artificial respiration to the apparently drowned" has heen discovered by
Professor Schiifer, and strongly advocated by " The Royal Life Saving Society,"
also by the Police. The Royal Humane Society, however, strictly adheres to the
" Silvester " method, and as to which of the two it the most effectual opinion
appears to be divided. Yet it is well worth knowing there are two such invaluable
life restoratives, and each by such scientific men as Dr. Silvester and Dr. Schafer.
XVII.— "ROYALTY IN THE PARK."
J£ HAVE in other chapters alluded to Her Most
2k Gracious Majesty the late Queen Victoria driving
through Hyde Park on her return journey from
Buckingham Palace to Windsor Castle, and the im-
mense interest displayed by the record attendance of
people in the Park, consequent upon that rare occasion.
Of course, apart from this, Her Majesty was very fre-
quently in the Park during her short stay in London —
in fact, I should imagine the Queen \vas most fond of
Hyde Park, for I have known her drive out both morn-
ing and afternoon ; even should she have held a Drawing
Room the same day, she was out as soon after as possible.
It was not an uncommon occurrence for Her Majesty,
upon terminating her morning drive in the Park, to enter
Rotten Row, usually at the end near Kensington Gardens,
and drive down the centre among the riders to Hyde
Park Corner — the carriage and double pair of splendid
bays, ridden by scarlet and gold liveried postilions, Her
Majesty's Scotch attendants in Highland costume being
seated behind — a carriage in the Row was a novelty to
witness, the Queen being the only personage that I am
aware of that could command the right of driving along
that fashionable ride.
I would now also be pleased to write a little of what I
know in regard to our present gracious and beloved Queen
Alexandra's attachment to the Park. Of course, I have to
confine my experiences to the period when Her Majesty
was Princess of Wales, and I must ask pardon if I occa-
sionally refer to Her Majesty by the title she then bore.
Many hours of duty at Hyde Park Corner, just
inside the Apsley Gates, have I done, both among the
carriage traffic and at the side of the Royal entrance —
the centre gate — to prevent too enthusiastic admirers
of Her Royal Highness pressing near her carriage as
she entered or left the Park, this particular spot being
a " vantage ground " for those on foot obtaining a view
of " The Princess," as she was familiarly referred to.
I can safely say that, should Her Royal Highness
be in town, and if no engagement or important function
ROYALTY IN THE PARK. 63
prevented her, scarcely a day during the season but
some time between four and six o'clock the Princess,
accompanied by one or more of her daughters, in
their stately carriage and pair, would enter the Park
by the'entrance I have already mentioned, and, should
the Park be very full, preceded by a mounted police
constable, was driven up and down the centre of the
long ranks of carriages, gracefully bowing her acknow-
ledgments to the numerous salutations of respect and
homage which nil were so anxious to pay her. And
however often Her Royal Highness attended, there
never was the slightest abatement in the enthusiasm
shown, from the highest to the humblest. Once inside
the Park, not a carriage or person would appear to me
to leave until she had finally taken her departure. And
questions such as — " Policeman, will the Princess come
this way again?" " How long will she remain?" "Which
gate will the Princess leave the Park by ? " etc., etc.,
one was assailed with on all sides.
One old lady, in particular, I shall never forget:
very grey, quaintly dressed, but neat and genteel, tall and
thin, upright as a reed, and as active as a young antelope,
judging from the manner in which she could pop about.
Most regularly she would come, and most persistently
push herself to the front, and all our remonstrating
with her as to the danger she was incurring, of being
knocked down by the horses or carriage, was of no
avail — she would not be denied from making her
dignified bow to the Princess as she entered or left
the Park, so much so that H.R.H.'s attention was
particularly attracted towards this constant and enthu-
siastic old soul, and she became quite interested, and
caused enquiries to be made concerning her.
I would here point out that Royalty are so ever-
lastingly being pestered by fanatical and all sorts of
crack-brained people, in one way and another, that it
becomes them to be most careful to whom they give en-
couragement or pay any special attention to. Although,
in this particular case — troublesome to us though she
was — we had no doubt whatever but that it was
genuine enthusiasm on the part of the old dame.
64 HYDE PARK.
Yet enquiries were instituted regarding her, result-
ing that H.R.H. was assured of the old lady's thorough
respectability, and that it was purely love and devoted-
ness towards Her Royal Highness that so animated
the old creature's feelings and actions. So, to crown
her happiness, very shortly afterwards a favourable
opportunity offered itself; for, while driving in the
Park one morning, Her Royal Highness caught sight of
the old lady taking her walk on the footpath alongside the
Ring Road, a nice quiet part of the Park. Taking advan-
tage of this, H.R.H. stopped ; and fortunately, in attend-
ance upon Her Royal Highness, was Col. the Hon. Oliver
Montagu, who, I regret to say, has since passed awaj', but
I would like to add, was for so long, and up to the time
of his death, her trusted and faithful Equerry, a favourite
in the private family circle of the Prince and Princess,
and I believe — and am pleased to say my knowledge of
him quite justifies that belief — the most esteemed and
greatest personal friend of Her Royal Highness that
ever lived. He, at her request, alighted from the
carriage, and made the announcement to the old
lady that Her Royal Highness would be pleased to
speak to her ; but, in fact, to use the Colonel's exact
words, he smilingly said, " Would you like to speak
to the Princess ? " Of course she would like to speak
to the Princess — he knew that very well ; still, it
was in his usual affable manner he so addressed her —
it was her greatest desire on earth, and that she should
ever realize that desire — well, she had not even dreamt.
So her joy knew no bounds, and she was quickly
at the side of the carnage, from which H.R.H. graciously
spoke a few kind words, asking after her health, and
remarking how very frequently she saw her in the
Park ; then, expressing hopes that she might long enjoy
the best of health, and continue to take her walk in the
Park, Her Royal Highness wished her "good morning."
With this unexpected honour the old lady was
highly delighted, and for many a long day afterwards
related the incident to anyone who might happen to
be standing near her while waiting at Hyde Park
Corner to see the " Princess."
ROYALTY IN THE PARK. 65
It was not unusual in the morning for Her Royal
Highness to go for a quiet drive in her phaeton and
pair ; accompanied only by her servant, she would
almost unobserved go all round the Park. It was on
one of these "quiet" drives that Her Royal Highness
was once instrumental in averting what may have
turned out to be a serious carriage accident in the
Park. Although not in the morning, it was early in
the afternoon, and some considerable time before the
Park would become full. Her Royal Highness was-
being driven in her victoria and favourite pair of beau-
tiful greys, accompanied by one of her daughters
— 1 believe the present Princess Royal — and was pro-
ceeding along the carriage drive from the direction of
Hyde Park Corner towards Kensington Gardens, at the
entrance gate of which stands a policeman on duty.
Upon the carriage arriving at this gate, Her Royal
Highness directed her coachman to pull up, and with a
slight wave of her hand beckoned the officer, who with
a salute quickly approached the side of the carriage.
Leaning forward, Her Royal Highness very impressively,
but in her accustomed gentle manner, said : "Constable,
I have just passed a carriage coming this way in which
there are two ladies, and one of the wheels appear to
me to be in a most dangerous condition, and I am afraid
an accident may happen to them ; will you please call
their attention to the matter." The constable thanked
Her Royal Highness, and promised to fulfil her wish,
and for that purpose took up his stand in the middle of
the roadway to await the approaching vehicle, which was
now in sight, and which the Princess was most careful
to point out before proceeding on her drive.
Now comes the most amazing portion of this in-
cident. The constable, as I have already stated, placed
himself in the roadway, and when the carriage, which
contained two elderly ladies, came within a few yards,
he put up his hand to the coachman, who brought it
to a standstill. The constable thereupon lost no time
in imparting the news to its occupants of the jeopardy
they were being exposed to, and also that they owed
this important information to no other personage than
66 HYDE PARK.
H.R.H. the Princess of Wales. What with the alarm
at their imminent danger, and the surprise at their
illustrious informant, they were not a little discon-
certed ; but they very quickly managed to make their
exit out of the old conveyance. After a survey of the
defective wheel, the coachman was instructed to pro-
ceed home with all possible care and caution with the
empty vehicle, and, giving the horses a slight touch
with the whip, he started off with the intention of
obeying these orders ; but they had not gone more
than half a dozen yards when there was heard a crash !
and the off hind-wheel of the old ramshackle landau
went to pieces ; spokes, splinters, and the various
portions of wood that composed the wheel fled in all
directions, the tyre wobbled to the side of the roadway,
and, as may be supposed, the whole concern generally
collapsed, to the consternation of the late occupants.
But what must have happened had the horses and
carriage, with its owners, been proceeding at ordinary
speed ? personal injury, serious or slight, would have
most assuredly attended the accident ; even should the
horses be only going at a common jog-trot pace, they
would, as in most cases of the sort, have taken fright,
become unmanageable, and dragged the vehicle some
considerable distance. In such an event the consequence
could only have ended in one thing — disaster. On the
other hand, the coachman may have succeeded in pull-
ing up the horses, and the ladies escape with simply a
shaking and a few slight bruises. All this, of course, is
a matter for conjecture ; but the smash-up was inevitable
sooner or later, had it not been for the quick perception
and prompt action of Her Royal Highness, to whom the
ladies expressed at the very earliest opportunity their
most grateful thanks.
XOTE. — At the commencement of this chapter I referred to the " Centre " erf
the Apsley Gates as the Royal entrance. Strictly speaking this is so, as all other
than Royal carriages or Royal conveyances must enter by one or other of the two
side sates. Yet the Regulations are that the Centre Gate is a general exit for all
vehicles admitted — Royal or otherwise.
The only Carriage Gate in Hyde Park that is reserved for the exclusive use of
Royalty is the Centre Gate of the .Marble Arch ; in tact, it is opened only on the
•day v. hen the " Sovereign " is in, or may be expected to arrive in London.
XVIII.— DOG MUZZLING.
•• When Constabulary duty's to be done— to be done,
A Policeman's lot is not a happy one — happy one ! ''
sings the policeman in Sullivan's " Pirates of
Penzance," and I really think I never had a
greater realization of those words than when the
" rabies," or dog muzzling order, was so rigorously en-
forced, I believe some time in the 'eighties. In many
instances I am afraid it brought the police into rather
unfavourable popularity, for the order was most rigidly
carried out — rich and poor, big dogs and little dogs, had
all alike to knuckle under. As to its beneficial results
to the general public there can be no doubt ; for people
must bear in mind that, apart from the " muzzling
order " insuring the public safety against a dog (how-
ever well cared for) that may become rabid at any
moment, especially so during what are known as " the
dog days," it further had the effect of clearing the
parks and streets of hundreds of half-starved mangy
mongrels that had hitherto been roaming about at
large, to the common danger of possibly communicating
that terrible malady hydrophobia — of course, that is not
to say but what the police are " constantly " taking the
precaution to seize homeless and stray dogs — still I
would like to impress the fact, that the order, when in
force, facilitated the clearance of a considerable greater
number of these undesirable curs. Consequently the
temporary trifling inconvenience caused by having to
comply with this "order" surely is more than ade-
quately compensated for. At the same time it did
appear to me to be almost an absurdity to be constantly
having to request a lady or gentleman to keep a dog
muzzled, although no bigger than a cat, say for instance
a toy Skye or fox terrier ; but however ridiculous it
may have appeared — as they frequently retorted, " duty
had to be done."
68 HYDE PARK.
I had occasion once to make such a request to the
late Sir Henry Irving while walking in the Green Park
with his little dog. I have always remembered the in-
cident on account of the jocular observation the great
actor made to me. Having politely called his attention
to the order, Sir Henry stopped, and said very good-
humouredly, " Who made this order ? " I replied, " The
Chief Commissioner." " Indeed," said he ; "I don't
think the Chief Commissioner knows what he is talking
about." That opinion I did not attempt to discuss, for
Sir Henry readily applied the necessary article on the
little dog's head, and continued his walk round the
Park. I need hardly state, it was not everyone so
requested who would be quite so agreeable.
So many owners of dogs appear to imagine that
once inside the Park they were at liberty to remove its
headgear, and allow it to have a free run. I suppose
it was only natural, after all, they should have this
consideration for their canine friends or pets; unfor-
tunately for them, however, the law did not extend
such consideration, for there is no more reason to
believe why a dog should not become mad in the parks
as in the streets. Hence invariably the unpleasant
altercation between policeman and owner.
One case I remember well. I was rather pathetic-
ally impressed at the grief of a little five-year-old boy,
who, in company with his governess in Hyde Park one
morning, had their dog taken away from them by a
policeman. Singular to relate, it was a little son of the
late First Commissioner of Royal Parks and Gardens —
Lord Windsor (Earl of Plymouth). But in this case they
had omitted to bring even the muzzle with them, forgotten
it — or were perhaps unconscious of the order; at any rate,
the dog was promptly seized by a constable, who, as I ap-
peared on the scene, was leading it off towards the police
station. What most attracted my attention was the
agitated state of the governess and distress of the little
fellow at the apparent loss of their companion. I
approached them, and would gladly have endeavoured
to console their feelings by explaining that the seizure
would only be temporary, and presently things would
DOG MUZZLING. 69
be all right. But the governess would not give me the
opportunity, for, taking hold of the little boy's hand —
I can now recall seeing him in his "kilt suit" sobbing
bitterly — she rushed out of the Park at Grosvenor
Gate, in the direction of home, as though her very life
depended upon it, presumably to impart the news to
her master or mistress. I sharply followed after the
constable, and upon overtaking him I said, " Who does
the dog belong to ? " at the same time stooping down,
I examined the plate on its collar, where engraved was
the name Lady Windsor, etc., etc. There was, how-
ever, no alternative but for doggie — a little, short-legged,
timid-looking creature, if I remember rightly, what we
•would describe as a " Daschund " — to go through the
usual process. The constable was only carrying out
his duty, but I took steps that no time was lost in a
message being sent to the residence of her ladyship to
inform her that upon the production of a muzzle and
payment of the authorised fee at the police station,
Hyde Park, the dog would be given up to her or those
\vho represented her. It is scarcely necessary to state
this was immediately complied with, and all ended
amicably.
Of course there were pleasant as well as unpleasant
encounters with the police and public in connection with
dogs. Considering the length of time I was in Hyde
Park, my reader cannot wonder but that I had many
opportunities, in one way and another, of rendering
service on behalf of that most sagacious animal, espe-
cially in the case of ladies, for many were the anxious
faces I have seen come to make enquiries respecting the
lost, strayed, or even stolen dogs; and many are the
grateful thanks bestowed for enquiries made or informa-
tion given, resulting in the restoration of their lost
favourites. I could rake up many incidents that perhaps
would be interesting in such cases. I will, however,
conclude with a short story of the extraordinary friend-
liness shewn by a dog towards the police, for as a rule
dogs do not like policemen, they always appeared to me
to fight shy of us; I narrate this particular story be-
cause this dog was certainly an exception to the rule.
70 HYDE PARK.
" Prince " — a beautiful Dalmatian (or as some people
describe them, " carriage dogs ") was brought in by a
constable, apparently having lost itself among the busy
traffic. His name, with name and address of owner —
a lady residing in the neighbourhood of Lancaster Gate,
Hyde Park, — were engraved on collar. He was taken
down into the stable-yard and chained up, and informa-
tion sent to the owner in the ordinary way. I think it
is pretty generally known that the police do not, under
any circumstances, restore lost dogs at the residences
of their owners ; they or their servants must attend at
the police station. " Prince " was eventually sent for,
and handed over. About a day or two afterwards he
was brought in again by another constable, with the
same formality. I am afraid my readers will' credit me
with " stretching it " to say he very shortly was brought
in the third time ; but most assuredly he was, and by a
constable who stated the dog would not leave him, and
that he had no alternative. This was getting beyond a
joke, and I could not say who got tired first — we in
communicating, or the owner in replying. Of one thing
1 am sure ; not a week passed during that season with-
out " Prince " giving us a visit. If no one would accom-
pany him, he found his way alone into the station, and
after a walk round through the various rooms, and, as
we used to say, had " reported himself " and received
a few pats and strokes, from us, which he evidently
appeared very much to appreciate, " Prince " would
then quickly take his departure and trot off in the
direction of home.
Finally, in closing this subject — for the information
of owners or those in charge of dogs who may not
happen to know — I will endeavour to briefly describe
the appearance of dogs that become rabid, or are seized
with fits (fits are most prevalent in the hot weather).
I do not profess to be an expert on canine diseases, but
I claim to have had a certain amount of experience with
such cases in the Park, and possibly what I am able to
state may not be without some helpfulness in alleviating
or ending the sufferings of any unfortunate animal that
may be so affected. The symptoms indicating a dog as.
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being rabid or (mad) are its excited rushing about,
yelping, snapping, an unnatural glare of the eyes, and
foaming at the mouth, and the sooner it can be destroyed
the better for every one concerned. In the case of a
dog seized with a fit, is that it usually drops on its side
and rapidly works its legs as though running, occasion-
ally pivoting its body round like a wheel. Buckets or
cans of water liberally thrown or poured on the head I
always found to be most effectual in restoring the dog
to its natural state again.
XIX.— THE "GUARDS" AND
"VOLUNTEERS."
rv- LTHOUGH I am unable to give an elaborate or
lengthy account of the movements of these dis-
tinguished bodies, I cannot refrain from giving a
short chapter of my experience — having had on so many
occasions to attend ; for, as everyone knows, they are
conspicuous figures in Hyde Park during the summer
months, and as a matter of course the police are always
in attendance to assist in keeping the ground, etc., on
the occasion of reviews, inspections, and even ordinary
battalion drills. The " Guards' Ground" is the premier
portion of the Park utilised for these spectacular dis-
plays— a fine, level expanse on the east side, and fronting
Park Lane ; superfluous to describe, as it is so familiarly
known to be almost the exclusive property of the Foot
Guards. The other drill ground is on the south or
Knightsbridge side of the Park, and is known as " The
Exhibition Ground," named in consequence of it being
the site of the Great Exhibition of 1851 ; a nice tract of
ground, but not quite so extensive as the " Guards." It
is chiefly used by the Household Cavalry (which ever
regiment may be quartered at Knightsbridge Barracks),
also by different corps of rifle volunteers for their
evolutions.
In referring to Knightsbridge Barracks I may men-
tion that the band of the regiment plays selections of
music in front of the officers' quarters, which face Hyde
Park, frequently during the season, usually at midday,
and is considerably patronised by those riding, driving
and walking. No military display of any particular
magnitude happened during my service in the Park, but
judging from what I have heard and read, there must
have been some gigantic and imposing sights years ago.
THE "GUARDS" AND "VOLUNTEERS." 73
An elderly gentleman in the Park once told me that he
remembered seeing the old Duke of Wellington (to use
his words) " Fight the Battle of Waterloo over again in
Hyde Park." That must indeed have been an imposing
sight, if such a thing ever happened. However, be that
as it may, there is no doubt there is not the number of
troops simultaneously paraded now as used to be in
years past.
The great review of thirty thousand provincial
volunteers in July, 1876, by H.M. the King when Prince
of Wales, being the only approach that I am aware of.
Of course we had the annual inspection, or" The Duke's
Inspection " (Duke of Cambridge) as it was familiarly
known, of the brigade of Guards, and was looked for-
ward to as one of the principal events of the " Season."
A more impressive and unique sight I never witnessed
than the " March Past " of this magnificent column.
The stirring music of the massed bands, playing to each
regiment its respective favourite regimental tune or
march — " The Grenadiers," " The British Grenadiers,"
"The Scots," " Bonnie Laddie," and so on, ranks straight
as an arrow, firm and rigid, so to speak, as a brick wall,
as company after company swept past the Duke sur-
rounded by his brilliant staff, at the saluting point —
that in itself was enough to make a lasting impression
on one.
With reference to the volunteers. Saturday even-
ings during the months of May, June and July are
occupied by the different corps in their Inspection
Battalion drills, etc., and most tiresome duty it is to
keep ground on these particular occasions, for there
are so many children in the Park, in fact all ages and
classes for that, and the constant encroaching and
straggling about over the cleared space was not con-
ducive to one keeping the best of tempers. Business
being practically over for the week, a great number
of people flock to the Park to see the Volunteers
drill, both to the " Guards " and " Exhibition Grounds,"
the latter being a favourite place for the London
Scottish and London Irish; the "Guards" being
equally patronised by other corps ; the 24th Middlesex
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(Post Office) usually have their inspection Saturday
mid-day on one of the above months on the Guards'
ground. * The late Major-General Sir Henry Trotter
for many years was Inspecting Officer to the various
corps.
* In speaking of General Trotter, his high and able abilities
as a Military Officer are too well known, and needs no reminding
from me ; but I would just like to say — and I do so from personal
experience — that a more genial gentleman, one could not wish to
work for. It was not unusual for him — in order to accomplish a
particular movement on the part of the troops to his satisfaction
— to remain until the dusky hours began to set in. After making
his final remarks to the officers and men. he seldom left the field
without giving a word or two of thanks to the Police for their
services in keeping the ground.
XX.— SOCIALIST RIOTS.
concluding this little book, I shall give a brief
account of the "Battle of Hyde Park" as we
policemen used to call it: that was during the
Socialist Riots in 1887, most of my elder readers
remember that anxious time in the West End of
London. I have very good reason to remember it,
for I received a serious injury to my back on that
occasion, which confined me to my bed for some time.
The looting of shops, and smashing windows, by these
mobs of so-called unemployed or socialists, was not an
infrequent occurrence. Take, for instance, only a short
time prior to this, their riotous proceedings after leaving
the Park, in North Audley Street, Grosvenor Square.
We were, however, on this occasion determined that
no want of precaution should result in a repetition of
such wanton lawlessness.
On the 18th October, 1887, we had information
that a large body of these men had left Trafalgar
Square to march to Hyde Park to hold a meeting
there, and at about 2 p.m. they began to come into the
Park at Apsley Gate in large numbers, and proceeded
to that part of the Park between- Marble Arch and
Grosvenor Gate, where they were addressed by their
leaders for about two hours ; it was then given out that
they would have a " march round " — that meant parad-
ing through the streets, and squares, and they all, I
should think not far short of a thousand, made a move
across the Park in the direction of Victoria Gate. We
went down that slope that lies about midway between
Grosvenor and Victoria Gates. I don't forget hearing
the cracking of the boughs from the trees as we pro-
ceeded along, and saw some of the scoundrels supplying
themselves with cudgels, it then occurred to me mischief
was brewing. I remarked this to another sergeant, whom
I happened to be walking near ; he said, " Yes, and we
had better keep together, as there are not many of us."
- 76 HYDE PARK.
I really don't think there were more than twenty police
present when \ve started, but we soon got reinforced.
There certainly were a few mounted constables, who
had been on the alert near GrosvenorGate, in readiness
to accompany us, and these, on our moving off across
the grass, trotted round the road and waited at Victoria
Gate, where the crowd was expected to leave the Park.
Upon our approach, and seeing the mounted men near
the gate (Victoria), there appeared to be — from what
cause I could not think at the time — a stampede and a
general rush was made across the road to a small foot
gate, known as Clarendon Gate, it is opposite Clarendon
Place, Bayswater Road. I was anxious to get out with
them in the event of their committing any depredation,
but, simultaneously, the mounted men galloped up and
barred their egress, in fact, with other foot constables,
forced them back into the Park. In leaving the Park
by this gate there is a slight incline of the path, which
was iron-railed on each side. I had succeeded in
getting a yard or two up this incline, but the pressure
from the back and the blockade by police at the Gate
fairly wedged us in for a few seconds ; all was panic
now, and a big rush was made back into the Park. It
was at this critical moment I was injured, for the im-
petus was so great that about a dozen or more big
fellows fell headlong on top of me and we all went to
the ground. I was underneath, and I thought my back
was broken. A brother Sergeant (Kebby) came to my
assistance, and with a constable dragged me out, and
placed me on a seat close by, where I became un-
conscious. He left the constable in charge of me and
proceeded into the melee, where he, I was informed,
very soon got roughly treated himself. Upon my coming
to, things had become tolerably quiet, for the mob had
rushed across to the more open part of the Park, but
what attracted my attention was the number of old
hats, sticks, stones, pieces of iron railings, etc., that laid
about the paths and roadway. Evidently our men had
been letting them have a hot time of it. I was asked if
1 would be conveyed to the Hospital, but I desired to
go home, and was taken in a cab.
SOCIALIST RIOTS. 77
Perhaps a short paragraph from part of "The
Daily Telegraph " on that occurrence will not be un-
interesting, it will certainly convey more graphically,
than I can, to my readers the sort of characters the
Police had to deal with at that time.
" DAILY TELEGRAPH," October 19th, 1887.
" Led by the scarlet flag carried by a youth, the
" men trooped across the Park in the direction of
" Victoria Gate, singing the chorus of a song which the
" demonstrators had done their best to make popular.
" There was no regular formation, the men probably
" over a thousand in number, straggling as they pleased,
" and covering a wide area of ground. As soon as the
" move was manifest, the horsemen (mounted police)
" at Grosvenor Gate galloped round the row and
•' headed off the men, whilst bodies of constables on
" foot were hurried along under cover of the trees.
" Foiled in their efforts to reach Victoria Gate, which
" would have afforded adequate means of egress, the
" crowd suddenly turned, thinking to outwit the police
" by quitting the Park by the two smaller gates into the
" Uxbridge Road opposite Clarendon Place and Albion
" Street. But the police officers were too quick for the
" undisciplined mob; Supt. Huntley had halted his men
" inside the Victoria Gate, which had led to the flank
" movement of the crowd, and more mounted patrols
" were already in the roadway by the time the foremost
" of the demonstrators arrived at the lesser exits men-
" tioned, while inside the Park the constables were in
" the position to dispute the passage of procession.
" Consequently, when the roughs saw in front of them
" a body of policemen, outside as well as inside the
" railings, there was a general flight and a backward
" rush. About a dozen men went down in a heap, and
" others took advantage of the opportunity to assault
" the police, one of whom, Sergeant Owen 62 A. was
" so badly crushed, that he was incapacitated from
"further duty. Another Sergeant, Kebby 12 A., was
11 twice beaten to the earth, and in the struggle he lost
" his helmet. Blows were dealt on all sides and blooJ
" flowed. The banner-bearer turned, ran across the
78 HYDE PARK.
' ride and rallied his men to some extent in the open.
' Some of the ruffians seized the park chairs and con-
' verted them into formidable weapons. Others up-
' rooted the iron hurdles and broke off the pronged feet
' for a similar purpose."
Fortunately the ringleaders were apprehended and
sentenced to various terms of imprisonment, and so far
as Hyde Park was concerned nothing further took place
in the way of riotous proceedings by Socialists, for very
shortly afterwards came that memorable Sunday in
Trafalgar Square, where they were finally smashed up
by the police and military. I was not present, so cannot
go into details, but there is no doubt that the Socialists
received their coup-de-grace on that occasion, at all
events. I was, as I have already stated, laid up for a
few weeks, but I am thankful to say, I was able to
return to duty again, and continued until I completed
my full service, and was granted my pension at Hyde
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