There are twenty-seven stations on the London Inner Circle Railway--owned by two companies, the Metropolitan and District--and the name of one only--Gower Street--is usually pronounced by "thet tchung men," the railway porter, as other people pronounce it. ["Emma Smith,"[11] while not a main line station, may be cited here simply as a good example of Cockney, for 'Arry and 'Arriet are quite incapable of any other verbal rendering.] They are cried as follows:-- "South Kenzint'nn." "Glawster Rowd." (owd as in "loud.") "I Street, Kenzint'nn." "Nottin' Ill Gite." (ite as in "flight.") "Queen's Rowd, Bizewater." (ize as in "size.") "Pride Street, Peddinten." "Edge-wer Rowd." (by common consent the Cockney refrains from saying "Hedge-wer.") "Biker Street." "Portland Rowd." "Gower Street." "King's Krauss." (Often abbreviated to "'ng's Krauss.") "Ferrinden Street." "Oldersgit Street." (no preliminary "H.") "Mawgit Street." "Bish-er-git." "Ol'git." "Mark Line." "Monneym'nt." "Kennun Street." "Menshun Ouse." "Bleckfriars." "Tempull." ("pull-pull-Tempull.") "Chairin' Krauss." "Wes'minster." (One sometimes hears "Wes'minister": a provincialism.) "S'n Jimes-iz Pawk." (ime as in "time.") "Victaw-ia." "Slown Square." (own as in "town.") Country cousins may be reminded that the guiding letters =I= or =O= so boldly marked on the tickets issued on the London underground railway, and, in the brightest vermilion, as conspicuously painted up in the various stations, do not mean "Inner" or "Outer" Circle, but the inner and outer lines of rails of the Inner Circle Railway. Though sanctioned by Parliament more than twenty years ago, the so-called Outer Circle Railway is still incomplete, its present form being that of a horse-shoe, with termini at Broad Street and Mansion House, and some of its principal stations at Dalston, Willesden, and Addison Road, Kensington. [Illustration: TICKETS MARKED I☞ THIS WAY] [Illustration: TICKETS MARKED ☜O THIS WAY] It has before been said that everything that could be carried has, at some time or other, been sold in the streets; and it follows that an approximately complete list of London Cries would reach a very large total. From its mere length and sameness such a list would moreover be apt to weary the reader; for not all cries have the interest of a traditional phrase or intonation which gives notice of the nature of the wares, even when the words are rendered unintelligible by the necessity of vociferation. But a few of the most constant and curious cries may be interesting to note. [Illustration: "_Hot Spice Gingerbread!_"] "'Tis all hot, nice smoaking hot!" You'll hear his daily cry; But if you won't believe, you sot You need but taste and try [Illustration: "_Old Cloaths!_"]