Highways and Byways in London. Emily Constance Baird Cook

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       Emily Constance Baird Cook

      Highways and Byways in London

      Published by Good Press, 2021

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      EAN 4064066205331

Table of Contents

       CHAPTER I HIGHWAYS AND BYWAYS

       CHAPTER II THE RIVER

       CHAPTER III RAMBLES IN THE CITY

       CHAPTER IV ST. PAUL'S AND ITS PRECINCTS

       CHAPTER V THE TOWER

       CHAPTER VI SOUTHWARK, OLD AND NEW

       CHAPTER VII THE INNS OF COURT

       CHAPTER VIII THE EAST AND THE WEST

       CHAPTER IX WESTMINSTER

       CHAPTER X KENSINGTON AND CHELSEA

       CHAPTER XI BLOOMSBURY

       CHAPTER XII THEATRICAL AND FOREIGN LONDON

       CHAPTER XIII LONDON SHOPS AND MARKETS

       CHAPTER XIV THE GALLERIES, MUSEUMS, AND COLLECTIONS

       CHAPTER XV HISTORIC HOUSES AND THEIR TENANTS

       CHAPTER XVI RUS IN URBE

       CHAPTER XVII THE WAYS OF LONDONERS

       CHAPTER XVIII THE STONES OF LONDON

       INDEX

       THE HIGHWAYS & BYWAYS SERIES.

CHAPTER I

       HIGHWAYS AND BYWAYS

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      "London: that great sea whose ebb and flow

       At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore

       Vomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more,

       Yet in its depths what treasures!"—Shelley.

      "Citizens of no mean city."

      The history of London is—as was that of Rome in ancient times—the history of the whole civilised world. For, the comparatively small area of earth on which our city is built has, for the last thousand years at least, been all-important in the story of nations. Its chronicles are already so vast that no ordinary library could hope to contain all of them. And what will the history of London be to the student, say, of the year 3000 A.D., when our present day politics, our feelings, our views, have been "rolled round," once more, in "earth's diurnal force," and assume, at last, their fair and true proportions?

      In "this northern island, sundered once from all the human race," has for centuries been lit one of the torches that have illumined humanity. Not even Imperial Rome shone with such a lustre; not even the Cæsars in all their purple ruled over such a mighty, such an all-embracing empire.

      The history of this mighty empire is bound up with the history of London. For, the history of London is that of England; it was the river, our "Father Thames"—her first and most important highway, a "highway of the nations,"—that brought her from the beginning all her fame and all her glory. Partly by geographical position, partly by ever-increasing political freedom, and partly, no doubt, by the efforts of a dominant race, that glory has, through the centuries, been maintained and aggrandised.

      And why, some may ask, is London what it is? Why was this spot specially chosen as the capital? Surrounded by marshes in early Roman times, periodically inundated by its tidal river, densely wooded beyond its marshes, it can hardly have seemed, in the beginning, an ideal site. Why was not Winchester—so important in Roman times, and, later, the capital of Wessex—preferred? Why were not Southampton or Bristol—apparently equally well placed for trade—favoured? We cannot tell. The site may have been chosen by Roman London because it was the most convenient point for passing, and guarding, the ferry or bridge over the Thames, and for keeping up the direct communication between the more northerly cities of Britain, and Rome. Or, the nearer proximity to the large Continent, the better conditions for trade offered by the wide estuary of the Thames, possibly account for London's supremacy.

      The early Roman city on this time-honoured site, the poetically named "Augusta,"—that replaced the primitive British village—flourished greatly in the early days of the Christian era, and was large and populous; though the Romans did not consider it their capital, and never—we know not why—created it a "municipium," like Eboracum (York), or Verulamium. It was founded some time after the visit of Julius Cæsar to Britain, B.C. 54, and it occupied a good deal of the area of the present City, extending, however, towards the east as far as the Tower, and bounded on the west by the present Newgate. The old Roman fort stood above the Wallbrook. Here in old days ran a stream of that name, long fouled, diverted, forgotten, and, like the Fleet River, only now remembered by the name given to its ancient haunt. The city of Augusta—or Londinium as Tacitus calls it—has left us hardly a trace of its undoubted splendour. In London, ever living, relics of the past are hard to find. The lapse of centuries has deeply covered the old Roman city level, and what Roman remains exist are generally discovered, either in the muddy bed of the Thames, or at a depth of some twelve to nineteen feet below the present street. Of Roman London there is scarce a trace—a few meagre relics in Museums, a few ancient roots of names still existing, an old bath, traces of a crumbling wall, the fragment that we call "London Stone," the locality of Leadenhall Market (undoubtedly an old "Forum"), and a portion of the old Roman Way of "Watling Street"—the ancient highway from London to Dover—running parallel with noisy Cannon Street.

      All this seems, perhaps, little when we think of the undoubted wealth and power of the old "Londinium," or "Augusta." But it has always been the city's fate to have its Past overgrown and stifled by the enthralling energy and life of its Present. It is as a hive that has never been emptied of its successive swarms. This is, more or less, the fate of all towns that "live." The Roman town was, of course, strongly walled, and the names of its gates have descended to us in the present "Ludgate," "Moorgate," "Billingsgate," "Aldgate,"