Perhaps I will finish the account of the peace celebrations.  What herd animals we are after all! - even the most disillusioned.  At any rate, after sitting through the procession & peace bells unmoved, I began after dinner, to feel that if something was going on, perhaps one had better be in it.  I routed up poor L. & threw away my Walpole.  First lighting a row of glass lamps, & seeing that the rain was stopped, we went out just before ten.  Explosions had for some time promised fireworks.  The doors of the public house were open, & the room crowded; couples walzing; songs being shouted, waveringly, as if one must be drunk to sing. A troop of little boys with lanterns were parading the Green, beating sticks. Not many shops went to the expense of electric light.  A woman of the upper classes was supported dead drunk between two men partially drunk.