king and queen, when all the chivalry of
England and France met in the lists. On those
elms, the City officers have hanged many a
caitiff. There, soon after the king's accession,
was Roger Mortimer, Earl of March, executed
for his treason: his body remaining on the
gallows for two days and nights. The pool, wherein
yon varlet is washing his master's horse, takes
the name of Horsepool from the practice which
he follows.

Let us pass on now, and look over the Bars,
whence, on the right, you catch sight of a large
monastery and chapel, erected by Sir Walter
de Manny for the Carthusians. The burial-
place near it, is called Pardon Churchyard:
therein are buried the bodies of those who die
by their own hands, or are executed for felony,
for whose souls the brethren of the monastery
sing mass. The same Sir Walter purchased
the adjoining plot of land as a burying-place
for those who died of the great pestilence in
the year 1348. There, also, are interred, by his
desire, the bodies of the poor, sick, and
wayfaring, who happen to die friendless within the
City. In front of us, you see the priory and
hospital of St. Bartholomew, to which belong
this soil, and thereby the tolls of the cloth
fair. Turning to the right, the church and
monastery of the Franciscans or Grey Friars,
who began life in England as a mendicant
order, whose house is now among the largest
and most beautiful buildings in the City. You
can now see the walls again, with the Aldersgate.
Just on this side of it are the mansions
of the Duke of Bretagne and the Earl of
Westmoreland. On the other side, within the wall,
is the ancient college of St. Martin's-le-Grand,
owning a sanctuary established by the
Conqueror. The wooden gallery across the road,
was built by the license of Edward the
First, to enable the canons to pass from
their lodgings to the church without soiling
their feet. Near to the college, the Earl of
Northumberland has a mansion. Following
with your eye the course of the wall backwards,
you will see the gate called Newgate, which is
converted into a prison. Hard by, are stretched
out the precincts of the above noted house of
the Friars Minors, on the pavement before which
is a famous corn market. Beyond it, is a meat
market called, from the neighbouring church,
St. Nicholas Flesh-shambles.

Turning towards the left, we see in the
distance the moor of Fensburie, one of the great
City playgrounds, where are continual exhibitions
of wrestling, archery, football, and other
sports. Moving in this direction, we pass the
chapel and hermitage of St. James-in-the-Wall,
which is attached to the Abbey of Garendon in
Leicestershire. In front of us is the well which
supplies the hermitage, known as the Monk's
Well. On the right, we leave the street of
Aldermanbury, where is the court or bury of our civic
magistrates, commonly called the Guildhall. It
is rather a mean building for so great a city,
and may probably give place to a worthier ere
many years. From hence, we come to the
Cripplegate, once the haunt of lame beggars.
The gatehouse is a debtors' prison. The church
just without it, is dedicated to St. Giles, the
beggar's patron saint. There, yonder to the
left, is the disused cemetery of the Jews, still
bearing a trace of their name. Hereabouts, as
far as Fensburie, dwell the fletchers and others
who gain their living by the archery there practised.

Within the walls, some distance on the right,
is a large mansion called Bakewell Hall,
formerly Basing's, from the family of that name.
There is a talk, among our woollen traders, of
purchasing the same house for the use of
their trade. The street to the right of it was
the chief haunt of the Jews before their
expulsion, and preserves their name of Jewry. The
king has a Wardrobe House there, built on the
site of some of the Jews' dwellings. They had
a synagogue at the end of the street, which was
afterwards turned into a chapel for the Penitential
Friars. This body having decayed (in
consequence of the reduction of the mendicant
orders by the council of Lyons), the chapel has
been annexed to the mansion of the Fitz Walters,
adjoining. In this neighbourhood, dwell many of
the tailors and linen-armourers. Beyond, in the
street of Lotisburie, dwell the founders, braziers,
and makers of kitchen wares. Advancing a little,
you see Three-needle-street. Yonder building
is the Hospital of St. Anthony; those swine with
bells on their necks, feeding beside the court, are
the property of the master or renter of the
hospital, and the only animals of that unsavoury
kind which the civic officers suffer to feed at
large. St. Anthony is the pig's patron. That
church, with the graceful spiral steeple, is
attached to the monastery of the Augustine
Friars, and is among the most renowned of
the City churches, by reason of its containing
the dust of so many of our mightiest nobles and
worthiest citizens.

The course of the walls now leads us past the
fen of Moorfields on the left, at the corner of
which are the kennels of the hounds where-
with the mayor and aldermen hunt stags and
other beasts of chase in Epping Forest. Leaving
the stream of Walbrooke on the right, we
come to the Bishopsgate. Those large buildings
in the distance beyond the walls, are the priory
and hospital of St. Mary, known as St. Mary's
Spital, whose brethren are worthily famous for
their bounty to the poor and sick. Yonder
pulpit-cross in the churchyard is a place of
public proclamation, and on certain festivals
sermons are preached there. That field of Lollesworth
is a favourite playground. The church
just without the gate, is St. Butolph's. Beside
its churchyard is Petty France, the French
quarter of London. To the left, you see the
hospital of St. Mary of Bethlem, for persons
mentally distraught. Hereabouts dwell many of
the skinners, who have been recently incorporated
by royal license. Looking over the fields
beyond the gate, you may note the villages of
Shoresdich, Hochestune, Hakevly, and others.
Within the gate, along the street of Bishopsgate,