CHAPTER XIX.
LUDGATE HILL.
An Ugly Bridge and "Ye Belle Savage"—A Radical Publisher—The Principal Gate of London—From a Fortress to a Prison—"Remember the
Poor Prisoners"—Relics of Early Times—St. Martin's, Ludgate—The London Coffee House—Celebrated Goldsmiths on Ludgate Hill—
Mrs. Rundell's Cookery Book—Stationers' Hall—Old Burgavenny House and its History—Early Days of the Stationers' Company—The
Almanacks—An Awkward Misprint—The Hall and its Decorations—The St. Cecilia Festivals—Dryden's "St. Cecilia's Day" and
"Alexander's Feast"—Handel's Setting of them—A Modest Poet—Funeral Feasts and Political Banquets—The Company's Plate—Their
Charities—The Pictures at Stationers' Hall—The Company's Arms—Famous Masters.
Of all the eyesores of modern London, surely
the most hideous is the Ludgate Hill Viaduct—
that enormous flat iron that lies across the chest of
Ludgate Hill like a bar of metal on the breast of
a wretch in a torture-chamber. Let us hope that
a time will come when all designs for City improvements will be compelled to endure the scrutiny and
win the approval of a committee of taste. The
useful and the beautiful must not for ever be
divorced. The railway bridge lies flat across the
street, only eighteen feet above the roadway, and is
a miracle of clumsy and stubborn ugliness, entirely
spoiling the approach to one of the finest buildings
in London. The five girders of wrought iron cross
the street, here only forty-two feet wide, and the
span is sixty feet, in order to allow of future
enlargement of the street. Absurd lattice-work,
decorative brackets, bronze armorial medallions,
and gas lanterns and standards, form a combination
that only the unsettled and imitative art of the
ruthless nineteenth century could have put together.
Think of what the Egyptians in the times of the
Pharaohs did with granite! and observe what we
Englishmen of the present day do with iron.
Observe this vulgar daubing of brown paint and
barbaric gilding, and think of what the Moors did
with colour in the courts of the Alhambra! A
viaduct was necessary, we allow, but such a viaduct
even the architect of the National Gallery would
have shuddered at. The difficulties, we however
allow, were great. The London, Chatham, and
Dover, eager for dividends, was bent on wedding
the Metropolitan Railway near Smithfield; but how
could the hands of the affianced couple be joined?
If there was no viaduct, there must be a tunnel.
Now, the bank of the river being a very short distance from Smithfield, a very steep and dangerous
gradient would have been required to effect the
junction. Moreover, had the line been carried
under Ludgate Hill, there must have been a slight
detour to ease the ascent, the cost of which detour
would have been enormous. The tunnel proposed
would have involved the destruction of a few trifles
—such, for instance, as Apothecaries' Hall, the
churchyard adjoining, the Times printing office—
besides doing injury to the foundations of St.
Martin's Church, the Old Bailey Sessions House,
and Newgate. Moreover, no station would have
been possible between the Thames and Smithfield.
The puzzled inhabitants, therefore, ended in despair
by giving evidence in favour of the viaduct. The
stolid hammermen went to work, and the iron
nightmare was set up in all its Babylonian
hideousness.
The enormous sum of upwards of £10,000 was
awarded as the Metropolitan Board's quota for
removing the hoarding, for widening the pavement
a few feet under the railway bridge over Ludgate
Hill, and for rounding off the corner.
An incredible quantity of ink has been shed
about the origin of the sign of the "Belle Sauvage"
inn, and even now the controversy is scarcely settled.
Mr. Riley records that in 1380 (Richard II.) a
certain William Lawton was sentenced to an uncomfortable hour in the pillory for trying to obtain,
by means of a forged letter, twenty shillings from
William Savage, Fleet Street, in the parish of St.
Bridget. This at least shows that Savage was
the name of a citizen of the locality. In 1453
(Henry VI.) a clause roll quoted by Mr. Lysons
notices the bequest of John French to his mother,
Joan French, widow, of "Savage's Inn," otherwise
called the "Bell in the Hoop," in the parish of
St. Bride's. Stow (Elizabeth) mentions a Mrs.
Savage as having given the inn to the Cutlers' Company, which, however, the books of that company
disprove. This, anyhow, is certain, that in 1568
(Elizabeth) a John Craythorne gave the reversion
of the "Belle Sauvage" to the Cutlers' Company,
on condition that two exhibitions to the university
and certain sums to poor prisoners be paid by them
out of the estate. A portrait of Craythorne's wife
still hangs in Cutler's Hall. In 1584 the inn was
described as "Ye Belle Savage." In 1648 and
1672 the landlords' tokens exhibited (says Mr.
Noble) an Indian woman holding a bow and
arrow. The sign in Queen Anne's time was a
savage man standing by a bell. The question,
therefore, is, whether the name of the inn was
originally derived from Isabel (Bel) Savage, the landlady, or the sign of the bell and savage; or whether
it was, as the Spectator cleverly suggests, from La
Belle Sauvage, "the beautiful savage," which is a
derivation very generally received. There is an old
French romance formerly popular in this country,
the heroine of which was known as La Belle
Sauvage; and it is possible that Mrs. Isabel Savage,
the ancient landlady, might have become in time
confused with the heroine of the old romance.
In the ante-Shakespearean days our early actors
performed in inn-yards, the court-yard representing
the pit, the upper and lower galleries the boxes
and gallery of the modern theatre. The "Belle
Sauvage," says Mr. Collier, was a favourite place
for these performances. There was also a school of
defence, or fencing school, here in Queen Elizabeth's time; so many a hot Tybalt and fiery
Mercutio have here crossed rapiers, and many a silk
button has been reft from gay doublets by the
quick passadoes of the young swordsmen who ruffled
it in the Strand. This quondam inn was also the
place where Banks, the showman (so often mentioned by Nash and others in Elizabethan pamphlets
and lampoons), exhibited his wonderful trained
horse "Marocco," the animal which once ascended
the tower of St. Paul's, and who on another occasion, at his master's bidding, delighted the mob by
selecting Tarleton, the low comedian, as the greatest
fool present. Banks eventually took his horse, which
was shod with silver, to Rome, and the priests,
frightened at the circus tricks, burnt both "Marocco"
and his master for witchcraft. At No. 11 in this
yard—now such a little world of industry, although
it no longer rings with the stage-coach horn—lived
in his obscurer days that great carver in wood,
Grinling Gibbons, whose genius Evelyn first brought
under the notice of Charles II. Horace Walpole
says that, as a sort of advertisement, Gibbons carved
an exquisite pot of flowers in wood, which stood
on his window-sill, and shook surprisingly with the
motion of the coaches that passed beneath. No
man (says Walpole) before Gibbons had "ever given
to wood the loose and airy lightness of flowers, or
linked together the various productions of the
elements with a free disorder natural to each
species." His chef d'œuvre of skill was an imitation
point-lace cravat, which he carved at Chatsworth for
the Duke of Devonshire. Petworth is also garlanded with Gibbons' fruit, flowers, and dead game.
Belle Sauvage Yard no longer re-echoes with the
guard's rejoicing horn, and the old coaching interest is now only represented by a railway parcel
office huddled up in the left-hand corner. The old
galleries are gone over which pretty chambermaids
leant and waved their dusters in farewell greeting
to the handsome guards or smart coachmen. Industries of a very different character have now
turned the old yard into a busy hive. It is not for
us to dilate upon the firm whose operations are
carried on here, but it may interest the reader to
know that the very sheet he is now perusing was
printed on the site of the old coaching inn, and
published very near the old tap-room of La Belle
Sauvage; for where coach-wheels once rolled and
clattered, only printing-press wheels now revolve.
The old inn-yard is now very much altered in
plan from what it was in former days. Originally it
consisted of two courts. Into the outer one of these
the present archway from Ludgate Hill led. It at
one period certainly had contained private houses,
in one of which Grinling Gibbons had lived. The
inn stood round an inner court, entered by a
second archway which stood about half-way up the
present yard. Over the archway facing the outer
court was the sign of "The Bell," and all round
the interior ran those covered galleries, so prominent a feature in old London inns.
Near the "Belle Sauvage" resided that proud
cobbler mentioned by Steele, who has recorded his
eccentricities. This man had bought a wooden
figure of a beau of the period, who stood before him
in a bending position, and humbly presented him
with his awl, wax, bristles, or whatever else his
tyrannical master chose to place in his hand.
To No. 45 (south side), Ludgate Hill, that
strange, independent man, Lamb's friend, William
Hone, the Radical publisher, came from Ship Court,
Old Bailey, where he had published those blasphemous "Parodies," for which he was three times
tried and acquitted, to the vexation of Lord Ellenborough. Here, having sown his seditious wild oats
and broken free from the lawyers, Hone continued
his occasional clever political satires, sometimes
suggested by bitter Hazlitt and illustrated by
George Cruikshank's inexhaustible fancy. Here
Hone devised those delightful miscellanies, the
"Every-Day Book" and "Year Book," into which
Lamb and many young poets threw all their humour
and power. The books were commercially not
very successful, but they have delighted generations,
and will delight generations to come. Mr. Timbs,
who saw much of Hone, describes him as sitting
in a second-floor back room, surrounded by rare
books and black-letter volumes. His conversion
from materialism to Christianity was apparently
sudden, though the process of change had no
doubt long been maturing. The story of his conversion is thus related by Mr. Timbs:—"Hone
was once called to a house, in a certain street in
a part of the world of London entirely unknown
to him. As he walked he reflected on the entirely
unknown region. He arrived at the house, and was
shown into a room to wait. All at once, on looking
round, to his astonishment and almost horror,
every object he saw seemed familiar to him. He
said to himself, 'What is this? I was never here
before, and yet I have seen all this before, and as a
proof I have I now remember a very peculiar knot
behind the shutters.' He opened the shutters, and
found the very knot. 'Now, then,' he thought,
'here is something I cannot explain on any principle—there must be some power beyond matter.'"
The argument that so happily convinced Hone does
not seem to us in itself as very convincing. Hone's
recognition of the room was but some confused
memory of an analogous place. Knots are not
uncommon in deal shutters, and the discovery of
the knot in the particular place was a mere coincidence. But, considering that Hone was a selfeducated man, and, like many sceptics, was
incredulous only with regard to Christianity, and
even believed he once saw an apparition in Ludgate
Hill, who can be surprised?

THE INNER COURT OF THE BELLE SAUVAGE. FROM AN ORIGINAL DRAWING IN MR. CRACE'S COLLECTION.
At No. 7, opposite Hone's, "The Percy Anecdotes," that well-chosen and fortunate selection of
every sort of story, were first published.

THE MUTILATED STATUES FROM LUD GATE, 1798 (see page 226).
Lud Gate, which Stow in his "Survey" designates
the sixth and principal gate of London, taken
down in 1760 at the solicitation of the chief
inhabitants of Farringdon Without and Farringdon Within, stood between the present London
Tavern and the church of St. Martin. According
to old Geoffry of Monmouth's fabulous history of
England, this entrance to London was first built
by King Lud, a British monarch, sixty-six years
before Christ. Our later antiquaries, ruthless
as to legends, however romantic, consider its
original name to have been the Flood or Fleet
Gate, which is far more feasible. Lud Gate was
either repaired or rebuilt in the year 1215, when
the armed barons, under Robert Fitzwalter, repulsed at Northampton, were welcomed to London,
and there awaited King John's concession of the
Magna Charta. While in the metropolis these
greedy and fanatical barons spent their time in
spoiling the houses of the rich Jews, and used
the stones in strengthening the walls and gates of
the City. That this tradition is true was proved
in 1586, when (as Stow says) all the gate was
rebuilt. Embedded among other stones was found
one on which was engraved, in Hebrew characters,
the words "This is the ward of Rabbi Moses, the
son of the honourable Rabbi Isaac." This stone
was probably the sign of one of the Jewish houses
pulled down by Fitzwalter, Magnaville, and the
Earl of Gloucester, perhaps for the express purpose
of obtaining ready materials for strengthening the
bulwarks of London. In 1260 (Henry III.) Lud
Gate was repaired, and beautified with images of
King Lud and other monarchs. In the reign of
Edward VI. the citizens, zealous against everything
that approached idolatry, smote off the heads of
Lud and his family; but Queen Mary, partial to
all images, afterwards replaced the heads on the
old bodies.
In 1554 King Lud and his sons looked down
on a street seething with angry men, and saw blood
shed upon the hill leading to St. Paul's. Sir Thomas
Wyat, a Kentish gentleman, urged by the Earl of
Devon, and led on by the almost universal dread of
Queen Mary's marriage with the bigoted Philip of
Spain, assembled 1,500 armed men at Rochester
Castle, and, aided by 500 Londoners, who deserted
to him, raised the standard of insurrection. Five
vessels of the fleet joined him, and with seven pieces
of artillery, captured from the Duke of Norfolk, he
marched upon London. Soon followed by 15,000
men, eager to save the Princess Elizabeth, Wyat
marched through Dartford to Greenwich and
Deptford. With a force now dwindled to 7,000
men, Wyat attacked London Bridge. Driven from
there by the Tower guns, he marched to Kingston,
crossed the river, resolving to beat back the
Queen's troops at Brentford, and attempt to enter
the City by Lud Gate, which some of the Protestant
citizens had offered to throw open to him. The
Queen, with true Tudor courage, refused to leave
St. James's, and in a council of war it was agreed
to throw a strong force into Lud Gate, and, permitting Wyat's advance up Fleet Street, to enclose
him like a wild boar in the toils. At nine on a
February morning, 1554, Wyat reached Hyde Park
Corner, was cannonaded at Hay Hill, and further
on towards Charing Cross he and some three or
four hundred men were cut off from his other
followers. Rushing on with a standard through
Piccadilly, Wyat reached Lud Gate. There (says
Stow) he knocked, calling out, "I am Wyat; the
Queen has granted all my petitions."
But the only reply from the strongly-guarded
gate was the rough, stern voice of Lord William
Howard—"Avaunt, traitor; thou shalt have no
entrance here."
No friends appearing, and the Royal troops
closing upon him, Wyat said, "I have kept my
promise," and retiring, silent and desponding, sat
down to rest on a stall opposite the gate of the
"Belle Sauvage." Roused by the shouts and
sounds of fighting, he fought his way back, with
forty of his staunchest followers, to Temple Bar,
which was held by a squadron of horse. There
the Norroy King-of-Arms exhorted him to spare
blood and yield himself a prisoner. Wyat then surrendered himself to Sir Maurice Berkeley, who just
then happened to ride by, ignorant of the affray,
and, seated behind Sir Maurice, he was taken to
St. James's. On April 11th Wyat perished on the
scaffold at Tower Hill. This rash rebellion also
led to the immediate execution of the innocent
and unhappy Lady Jane Grey and her husband,
Guilford Dudley, endangered the life of the Princess
Elizabeth, and hastened the Queen's marriage with
Philip, which took place at Winchester, July 25th
of the same year.
In the reign of Elizabeth (1586), the old gate,
being "sore decayed," was pulled down, and was
newly built, with images of Lud and others on the
east side, and a "picture of the lion-hearted
queen" on the west, the cost of the whole being
over £1,500.
Lud Gate became a free debtors' prison the first
year of Richard II., and was enlarged in 1463
(Edward IV.) by that "well-disposed, blessed, and
devout woman," the widow of Stephen Forster,
fishmonger, Mayor of London in 1454. Of this
benefactress of Lud Gate, Maitland (1739) has the
following legend. Forster himself, according to
this story, in his younger days had once been
a pining prisoner in Lud Gate. Being one day at
the begging grate, a rich widow asked how much
would release him. He said, "Twenty pounds."
She paid it, and took him into her service, where,
by his indefatigable application to business, he so
gained her affections that she married him, and he
earned so great riches by commerce that she concurred with him to make his former prison more
commodious, and to endow a new chapel, where,
on a wall, there was this inscription on a brass
plate:—
"Devout souls that pass this way,
For Stephen Forster, late Lord Mayor, heartily pray,
And Dame Agnes, his spouse, to God consecrate,
That of pity this house made for Londoners in Lud Gate;
So that for lodging and water prisoners here nought pay,
As their keepers shall all answer at dreadful doomsday."
This legend of Lud Gate is also the foundation of
Rowley's comedy of A Woman Never Vext; or, The
Widow of Cornhill, which has in our times been
revived, with alterations, by Mr. Planché. In the first
scene of the fifth act occurs the following passage:—
"Mrs. S. Forster. But why remove the prisoners from
Ludgate?
"Stephen Forster. To take the prison down and build it
new,
With leads to walk on, chambers large and fair;
For when myself lay there the noxious air
Choked up my spirits. None but captives, wife,
Can know what captives feel."
Stow, however, seems to deny this story, and
suggests that it arose from some mistake. The
stone with the inscription was preserved by Stow
when the gate was rebuilt, together with Forster's
arms, "three broad arrow-heads," and was fixed
over the entry to the prison. The enlargement of
the prison on the south-east side formed a quadrant
thirty-eight feet long and twenty-nine feet wide.
There were prisoners' rooms above it, with a leaden
roof, where the debtors could walk, and both lodging
and water were free of charge.
Strype says the prisoners in Ludgate were chiefly
merchants and tradesmen, who had been driven to
want by losses at sea. When King Philip came
to London after his marriage with Mary in 1554
thirty prisoners in Lud Gate, who were in gaol for
£10,000, compounded for at £2,000, presented
the king a well-penned Latin speech, written by
"the curious pen" of Roger Ascham, praying the
king to redress their miseries, and by his royal
generosity to free them, inasmuch as the place was
not sceleratorum carcer, sed miserorum custodia (not
a dungeon for the wicked, but a place of detention
for the wretched).
Marmaduke Johnson, a poor debtor in Lud Gate
the year before the Restoration, wrote a curious
account of the prison, which Strype printed. The
officials in "King Lud's House" seem to have
been—1, a reader of Divine service; 2, the
upper steward, called the master of the box; 3,
the under steward; 4, seven assistants—that is,
one for every day of the week; 5, a running
assistant; 6, two churchwardens; 7, a scavenger;
8, a chamberlain; 9, a runner; 10, the cryers at
the grate, six in number, who by turns kept up the
ceaseless cry to the passers-by of "Remember the
poor prisoners!" The officers' charge (says Johnson) for taking a debtor to Ludgate was sometimes
three, four, or five shillings, though their just due is
but twopence; for entering name and address,
fourteen pence to the turnkey; a lodging is one
penny, twopence, or threepence; for sheets to the
chamberlain, eighteenpence; to chamber-fellows a
garnish of four shillings (for non-payment of this
his clothes were taken away, or "mobbed," as it was
called, till he did pay); and the next day a due of
sixteen pence to one of the stewards, which was
called table money. At his discharge the several fees
were as follows:—Two shillings the master's fee;
fourteen pence for the turning of the key; twelve
pence for every action that lay against him. For
leave to go out with a keeper upon security (as
formerly in the Queen's Bench) the prisoners paid
for the first time four shillings and tenpence,
and two shillings every day afterwards. The exorbitant prison fees of three shillings a day swallowed
up all the prison bequests, and the miserable debtors
had to rely on better means from the Lord Mayor's
table, the light bread seized by the clerk of the
markets, and presents of under-sized and illegal
fish from the water-bailiffs.
A curious handbill of the year 1664, preserved by
Mr. Collier, and containing the petition of 180 poor
Ludgate prisoners, seems to have been a circular
taken round by the alms-seekers of the prison,
who perambulated the streets with baskets at their
backs and a sealed money-box in their hands.
"We most humbly beseech you," says the handbill,
"even for God's cause, to relieve us with your
charitable benevolence, and to put into this bearer's
box—the same being sealed with the house seal,
as it is figured upon this petition."
A quarto tract, entitled "Prison Thoughts," by
Thomas Browning, citizen and cook of London, a
prisoner in Lud Gate, "where poor citizens are confined and starve amidst copies of their freedom,"
was published in that prison, by the author, in
1682. It is written both in prose and verse, and
probably gave origin to Dr. Dodd's more elaborate
work on the same subject. The following is a
specimen of the poetry:—
"ON PATIENCE.
"Patience is the poor man's walk,
Patience is the dumb man's talk,
Patience is the lame man's thighs,
Patience is the blind man's eyes,
Patience is the poor man's ditty,
Patience is the exil'd man's city,
Patience is the sick man's bed of down,
Patience is the wise man's crown,
Patience is the live man's story,
Patience is the dead man's glory.
"When your troubles do controul,
In Patience then possess your soul."
In the Spectator (Queen Anne) a writer says:
"Passing under Lud Gate the other day, I heard a
voice bawling for charity which I thought I had
heard somewhere before. Coming near to the
grate, the prisoner called me by my name, and
desired I would throw something into the box."
The prison at Lud
Gate was gutted by the
Great Fire of 1666, and
in 1760, the year of
George III.'s accession, the gate, impeding
traffic, was taken down,
and the materials sold
for £148. The prisoners were removed
to the London Workhouse, in Bishopsgate
Street, a part whereof
was fitted up for that
purpose, and Lud Gate
prisoners continued to
be received there until
the year 1794, when
they were removed to
the prison of Lud Gate,
adjoining the compter
in Giltspur Street.

OLD LUD GATE, FROM A PRINT PUBLISHED ABOUT 1750 (see page 223).
When old Lud Gate
was pulled down, Lud
and his worthy sons
were given by the City
to Sir Francis Gosling,
who intended to set
them up at the east end of St. Dunstan's. Nevertheless the royal effigies, of very rude workmanship,
were sent to end their days in the parish bone-house;
a better fate, however, awaited them, for the late
Marquis of Hertford eventually purchased them,
and they are now, with St. Dunstan's clock, in
Hertford Villa, Regent's Park. The statue of
Elizabeth was placed in a niche in the outer wall
of old St. Dunstan's Church, and it still adorns the
new church, as we have before mentioned in our
chapter on Fleet Street.
In 1792 an interesting discovery was made in
St. Martin's Court, Ludgate Hill. Workmen came
upon the remains of a small barbican, or watchtower, part of the old City wall of 1276; and in a
line with the Old Bailey they found another outwork.
A fragment of it in a court is now built up. A fire
which took place on the premises of Messrs. Kay,
Ludgate Hill, May 1,1792, disclosed these interesting
ruins, probably left by the builders after the fire of
1666 as a foundation for new buildings. The tower
projected four feet from the wall into the City ditch,
and measured twenty-two feet from top to bottom.
The stones were of different sizes, the largest and
the corner rudely squared. They had been bound
together with cement of hot lime, so that wedges
had to be used to split the blocks asunder. Small
square holes in the
sides of the tower
seemed to have been
used either to receive
floor timbers, or as
peep-holes for the sentries. The adjacent
part of the City wall
was about eight feet
thick, and of rude
workmanship, consisting of irregular-sized
stones, chalk, and flint.
The only bricks seen
in this part of the
wall were on the south
side, bounding Stonecutters' Alley. On the
east half of Chatham
Place, Blackfriars
Bridge, stood the tower
built by order of Edward I., at the end of
a continuation of the
City wall, running from
Lud Gate behind the
houses in Fleet Ditch
to the Thames. A rare
plan of London, by Hollar (says Mr. J. T. Smith),
marks this tower. Roman monuments have been
so frequently dug up near St. Martin's Church, that
there is no doubt that a Roman extra-mural cemetery once existed here; in the same locality, in
1800, a sepulchral monument was dug up, dedicated to Claudina Mertina, by her husband, a
Roman soldier. A fragment of a statue of Hercules
and a female head were also found, and were preserved at the "London" Coffee House.
Ludgate Hill and Street is probably the greatest
thoroughfare in London. Through Ludgate Hill
and Street there have passed in twelve hours 8,752
vehicles, 13,025 horses, and 105,352 persons.
St. Martin's, Ludgate, though one of Wren's
churches, is not a romantic building; yet it has
its legends. Robert of Gloucester, a rhyming
chronicler, describes it as built by Cadwallo, a
British prince, in the seventh century:—
"A chirch of Sent Martyn livying he let rere,
In whyche yet man should Goddy's seruys do,
And singe for his soule, and al Christine also."
The church seems to have been rebuilt in 1437
(Henry VI.). From the parish books, which commence in 1410, we find the old church to have had
several chapels, and to have been well furnished
with plate, paintings, and vestments, and to have
had two projecting porches on the south side,
next Ludgate Hill. The right of presentation to
St. Martin's belonged to the Abbot of Westminster,
but Queen Mary granted it to the Bishop of London.
The following curious epitaph in St. Martin's, found
also elsewhere, has been beautifully paraphrased
by the Quaker poet, Bernard Barton:—
|
|
|
| Earth goes to |
Earth, |
As mold to mold, |
| Earth treads on |
Glittering in gold, |
| Earth as to |
Return nere should, |
| Earth shall to |
Goe ere he would. |
| Earth upon |
Earth, |
Consider may, |
| Earth goes to |
Naked away, |
| Earth though on |
Be stout and gay, |
| Earth shall from |
Passe poore away. |
Strype says of St. Martin's—"It is very comely,
and ascended up by stone steps, well finished
within; and hath a most curious spire steeple, of
excellent workmanship, pleasant to behold." The
new church stands farther back than the old.
The little black spire that adorns the tower rises
from a small bulb of a cupola, round which runs
a light gallery. Between the street and the body
of the church Wren, always ingenious, contrived
an ambulatory the whole depth of the tower, to
deaden the sound of passing traffic. The church
is a cube, the length 57 feet, the breadth 66 feet;
the spire, 168 feet high, is dwarfed by St. Paul's.
The church cost in erection £5,378 18s. 8d.
The composite pillars, organ balcony, and oaken
altar-piece are tasteless and pagan. The font was
the gift of Thomas Morley, in 1673, and is encircled by a favourite old Greek palindrome, that
is, a puzzle sentence that reads equally well backwards or forwards—
"Tripson anomeema me monan opsin."
(Cleanse thy sins, not merely thy outward self.)
This inscription, according to Mr. G. Godwin
("Churches of London"), is also found on the font
in the basilica of St. Sophia, Constantinople. In the
vestry-room, approached by a flight of stairs at the
north-east angle of the church, there is a carved
seat (date 1690) and several chests, covered with
curious indented ornaments.
On this church, and other satellites of St. Paul's,
a poet has written—
"So, like a bishop upon dainties fed,
St. Paul's lifts up his sacerdotal head;
While his lean curates, slim and lank to view,
Around him point their steeples to the blue."
Coleridge used to compare a Mr. H—, who
was always putting himself forward to interpret Fox's
sentiments, to the steeple of St. Martin's, which
is constantly getting in the way when you wish to
see the dome of St. Paul's.
One great man, at least, has been connected
with this church, where the Knights Templars were
put to trial, and that was good old Purchas, the
editor and enlarger of "Hakluyt's Voyages." He
was rector of this parish. Hakluyt was a prebendary of Westminster, who, with a passion for
geographical research, though he himself never
ventured farther than Paris, had devoted his life,
encouraged by Drake and Raleigh, in collecting
from old libraries and the lips of venturous
merchants and sea-captains travels in various
countries. The manuscript remains were bought
by Purchas, who, with a veneration worthy of that
heroic and chivalrous age, wove them into his
"Pilgrims" (five vols., folio), which are a treasury
of travel, exploit, and curious adventures. It has
been said that Purchas ruined himself by this publication, and that he died in prison. This is not,
however, true. He seems to have impoverished
himself chiefly by taking upon himself the care and
cost of his brother and brother-in-law's children.
He appears to have been a single-minded man, with
a thorough devotion to geographic study. Charles I.
promised him a deanery, but Purchas did not live
to enjoy it.
There is an architectural tradition that Wren purposely designed the spire of St. Martin's, Ludgate,
small and slender, to give a greater dignity to the
dome of St. Paul's.
The London Coffee House, 24 to 26, Ludgate
Hill, a place of celebrity in its day, was first opened
in May, 1731. The proprietor, James Ashley, in
his advertisement announcing the opening, professes cheap prices, especially for punch. The usual
price of a quart of arrack was then eight shillings,
and six shillings for a quart of rum made into
punch. This new punch house, Dorchester beer,
and Welsh ale warehouse, on the contrary, professed
to charge six shillings for a quart of arrack made
into punch; while a quart of rum or brandy made
into punch was to be four shillings, and half a
quartern fourpence halfpenny, and gentlemen were
to have punch as quickly made as a gill of wine
could be drawn. After Roney and Ellis, the house,
according to Mr. Timbs, was taken by Messrs.
Leech and Dallimore. Mr. Leech was the father
of one of the most admirable caricaturists of
modern times. Then came Mr. Lovegrove, from
the "Horn," Doctors' Commons. In 1856 Mr.
Robert Clarke took possession, and was the last
tenant, the house being closed in 1867, and purchased by the Corporation for £38,000. Several
lodges of Freemasons and sundry clubs were wont
to assemble here periodically—among them "The
Sons of Industry," to which many of the influential
tradesmen of the wards of Farringdon have been
long attached. Here, too, in the large hall, the
juries from the Central Criminal Court were lodged
during the night when important cases lasted more
than one day. During the Exeter Hall May
meetings the London Coffee House was frequently
resorted to as a favourite place of meeting. It was
also noted for its publishers' sales of stocks and
copyrights. It was within the rules of the Fleet
Prison. At the bar of the London Coffee House
was sold Rowley's British Cephalic Snuff. A
singular incident occurred here many years since.
Mr. Brayley, the topographer, was present at a
party, when Mr. Broadhurst, the famous tenor, by
singing a high note caused a wine-glass on the
table to break, the bowl being separated from the
stem.

RUINS OF THE BARBICAN ON LUDGATE HILL (see page 226).
At No. 32 (north side) for many years Messrs.
Rundell and Bridge, the celebrated goldsmiths and
diamond merchants, carried on their business. Here
Flaxman's chef d'œuvre, the Shield of Achilles, in
silver gilt, was executed; also the crown worn by
that august monarch, George IV. at his coronation, for the loan of the jewels of which £7,000
was charged, and among the elaborate luxuries a
gigantic silver wine-cooler (now at Windsor), that
took two years in chasing. Two men could be
seated inside that great cup, and on grand occasions
it has been filled with wine and served round to
the guests. Two golden salmon, leaning against
each other, was the sign of this old shop, now
removed. Mrs. Rundell met a great want of
her day by writing her well-known book, "The
Art of Cookery," published in 1806, and which
has gone through countless editions. Up to 1833
she had received no remuneration for it, but she
ultimately obtained 2,000 guineas. People had
no idea of cooking in those days; and she laments
in her preface the scarcity of good melted butter,
good toast and water, and good coffee. Her directions were sensible and clear; and she studied
economical cooking, which great cooks like Ude
and Francatelli despised. It is not every one who
can afford to prepare for a good dish by stewing
down half-a-dozen hams.
The hall of the Stationers' Company hides itself
with the modesty of an author in Stationers' Hall
Court, Ludgate Hill, close abutting on Paternoster
Row, a congenial neighbourhood. This hall of
the master, and keeper, and wardens, and commonalty of the mystery or art of the Stationers of
the City of London stands on the site of Burgavenny House, which the Stationers modified and
re-erected in the third and fourth years of Philip
and Mary—the dangerous period when the company
was first incorporated. The old house had been,
in the reign of Edward III., the palace of John,
Duke of Bretagne and Earl of Richmond. It was
afterwards occupied by the Earls of Pembroke. In
Elizabeth's reign it belonged to Lord Abergavenny,
whose daughter married Sir Thomas Vane. In
1611 (James I.) the Stationers' Company purchased
it and took complete possession. The house was
swept away in the Great Fire of 1666, when
the Stationers—the greatest sufferers on that
occasion—lost property to the amount of
£200,000.

INTERIOR OF STATIONERS' HALL (see page 230).
The fraternity of the Stationers of London (says
Mr. John Gough Nichols, F.S.A., who has written
a most valuable and interesting historical notice of
the Worshipful Company) is first mentioned in the
fourth year of Henry IV., when their bye-laws were
approved by the City authorities, and they are
then described as "writers (transcribers), lymners of
books and dyverse things for the Church and other
uses." In early times all special books were protected by special letters patent, so that the early
registers of Stationers' Hall chiefly comprise books
of entertainment, sermons, pamphlets, and ballads.
Mary originally incorporated the society in order
to put a stop to heretical writings, and gave the
Company power to search in any shop, house,
chamber, or building of printer, binder, or seller,
for books published contrary to statutes, acts, and
proclamations. King James, in the first year of his
reign, by letters-patent, granted the Stationers' Company the exclusive privilege of printing Almanacs,
Primers, Psalters, the A B C, the "Little Catechism," and Nowell's Catechism.
The Stationers' Company, for two important
centuries in English history (says Mr. Cunningham),
had pretty well the monopoly of learning. Printers
were obliged to serve their time to a member of
the Company; and almost every publication, from
a Bible to a ballad, was required to be "entered at
Stationers' Hall." The service is now unnecessary,
but Parliament still requires, under the recent
Copyright Act, that the proprietor of every published work should register his claim in the books
of the Stationers' Company, and pay a fee of five
shillings. The number of the freemen of the
Company is between 1,000 and 1,100, and of the
livery, or leading persons, about 450. The capital
of the Company amounts to upwards of £40,000,
divided into shares, varying in value from £40 to
£400 each. The great treasure of the Stationers'
Company is its series of registers of works entered
for publication. This valuable collection of entries
commences in 1557, and, though often consulted
and quoted, was never properly understood till Mr.
J. Payne Collier published two carefully-edited
volumes of extracts from its earlier pages.
The celebrated Bible of the year 1632, with the
important word "not" omitted in the seventh
commandment—"Thou shalt not commit adultery"—was printed by the Stationers' Company.
Archbishop Laud made a Star-Chamber matter
of the omission, and a heavy fine was laid upon
the Company for their neglect. And in another
later edition, in Psalm xiv. the text ran, "The fool
hath said in his heart, There is a God." For the
omission of the important word "no" the printer
was fined £3,000. Several other errors have
occurred, but the wonder is that they have not been
more frequent.
The only publications which the Company continues to issue are a Latin gradus and almanacks,
of which it had at one time the entire monopoly.
Almanack-day at Stationers' Hall (every 22nd of
November, at three o'clock) is a sight worth seeing,
from the bustle of the porters anxious to get off
with early supplies. The Stationers' Company's
almanacks are now by no means the best of the day.
Mr. Charles Knight, who worked so strenuously
and so successfully for the spread of popular
education, first struck a blow at the absurd
monopoly of almanack printing. So much behind
the age is this privileged Company, that it actually
still continues to publish Moore's quack almanack,
with the nonsensical old astrological tables, describing the moon's influence on various parts or
the human body. One year it is said they had
the courage to leave out this farrago, with the
hieroglyphics originally stolen by Lilly from monkish
manuscripts, and from Lilly stolen by Moore. The
result was that most of the copies were returned on
their hands. They have not since dared to oppose
the stolid force of vulgar ignorance. They still
publish Wing's sheet almanack, though Wing was
an impostor and fortune-teller, who died eight
years after the Restoration. All this is very unworthy of a privileged company, with an invested
capital of £40,000, and does not much help
forward the enlightenment of the poorer classes.
This Company is entitled, for the supposed security
of the copyright, to two copies of every work,
however costly, published in the United Kingdom,
a mischievous tax, which restrains the publication
of many valuable but expensive works.
The first Stationers' Hall was in Milk Street.
In 1553 they removed to St. Peter's College, near
St. Paul's Deanery, where the chantry priests of
St. Paul's had previously resided. The present
hall closely resembles the hall at Bridewell, having
a row of oval windows above the lower range,
which were fitted up by Mr. Mylne in 1800, when
the chamber was cased with Portland stone and the
lower windows lengthened.
The great window at the upper end of the hall
was erected in 1801, at the expense of Mr. Alderman Cadell. It includes some older glass blazoned
with the arms and crest of the company, the two
emblematic figures of Religion and Learning being
designed by Smirke. Like most ancient halls, it
has a raised dais, or haut place, which is occupied
by the Court table at the two great dinners in
August and November. On the wall, above the
wainscoting that has glowed red with the reflection
of many a bumper of generous wine, are hung in
decorous state the pavises or shields of arms of
members of the court, which in civic processions
are usually borne by a body of pensioners, the
number of whom, when the Lord Mayor is a member
of the Company, corresponds with the years of that
august dignitary's age. In the old water-show these
escutcheons decorated the sides of the Company's
barge when they accompanied the Lord Mayor to
Westminster, and called at the landing of Lambeth
Palace to pay their respects to the representative of
their former ecclesiastical censors. On this occasion the Archbishop usually sent out the thirsty
Stationers a hamper of wine, while the rowers of
the barge had bread and cheese and ale to their
hearts' content. It is still the custom (says Mr.
Nichols) to forward the Archbishop annually a
set of the Company's almanacks, and some also
to the Lord Chancellor and the Master of the
Rolls. Formerly the twelve judges and various
other persons received the same compliment. Alas
for the mutation of other things than almanacs,
however; for in 1850 the Company's barge, being
sold, was taken to Oxford, where it may still be
seen on the Isis, the property of one of the College
boat clubs. At the upper end of the hall is a
court cupboard or buffet for the display of the
Company's plate, and at the lower end, on either
side of the doorway, is a similar recess. The
entrance-screen of the hall, guarded by allegorical
figures, and crowned by the royal arms (with the
inescutcheon of Nassau—William III.), is richly
adorned with carvings.
Stationers' Hall was in 1677 used for Divine
service by the parish of St. Martin's, Ludgate, and
towards the end of the seventeenth century an
annual musical festival was instituted on the 22nd of
November, in commemoration of Saint Cecilia, and
as an excuse for some good music. A splendid
entertainment was provided in the hall, preceded
by a grand concert of vocal and instrumental
music, which was attended by people of the first
rank. The special attraction was always an ode to
Saint Cecilia, set by Purcell, Blow, or some other
eminent composer of the day. Dryden's and
Pope's odes are almost too well known to need
mention; but Addison, Yalden, Shadwell, and even
D'Urfey, tried their hands on praises of the same
musical saint.
After several odes by the mediocre satirist,
Oldham, and that poor verse-maker, Nahum Tate,
who scribbled upon King David's tomb, came
Dryden. The music to the first ode, says Scott,
was first written by Percival Clarke, who killed
himself in a fit of lovers' melancholy in 1707. It
was then reset by Draghi, the Italian composer,
and in 1711 was again set by Clayton for one of
Sir Richard Steele's public concerts. The first ode
(1687) contains those fine lines:—
"From harmony, rom heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began;
From harmony to harmony,
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in man."
Of the composition of this ode, for which
Dryden received £40, and which was afterwards
eclipsed by the glories of its successor, the following interesting anecdote is told:—
"Mr. St. John, afterwards Lord Bolingbroke,
happening to pay a morning visit to Dryden,
whom he always respected, found him in an unusual agitation of spirits, even to a trembling. On
inquiring the cause, 'I have been up all night,'
replied the old bard. 'My musical friends made
me promise to write them an ode for their feast of
St. Cecilia. I have been so struck with the subject
which occurred to me, that I could not leave it till
I had completed it. Here it is, finished at one
sitting.' And immediately he showed him the
ode."
Dryden's second ode, "Alexander's Feast; or,
the Power of Music," was written for the St.
Cecilian Feast at Stationers' Hall in 1697. This
ode ends with those fine and often-quoted lines on
the fair saint:—
"Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
Or both divide the crown;
He raised a mortal to the skies,
She drew an angel down."
Handel, in 1736, set this ode, and reproduced it
at Covent Garden, with deserved success. Not
often do such a poet and such a musician meet
at the same anvil. The great German also set the
former ode, which is known as "The Ode on
St. Cecilia's Day." Dryden himself told Tonson
that he thought with the town that this ode was
the best of all his poetry; and he said to a young
flatterer at Will's, with honest pride—"You are
right, young gentleman; a nobler never was produced, nor ever will."
Many magnificent funerals have been marshalled
in the Stationers' Hall; it has also been used for
several great political banquets. In September,
1831, the Reform members of the House of
Commons gave a dinner to the Chancellor of the
Exchequer (Lord Althorp) and to Lord John
Russell—Mr. Abercromby (afterwards Speaker)
presiding. In May, 1842, the Duke of Wellington
presided over a dinner for the Infant Orphan
Asylum, and in June, 1847, a dinner for the King's
College Hospital was given under Sir Robert Peel's
presidency. In the great kitchen below the hall,
Mr. Nichols, who is an honorary member of the
Company, says there have been sometimes seen at
the same time as many as eighteen haunches of
venison, besides a dozen necks and other joints;
for these companies are as hospitable as they are
rich.
The funeral feast of Thomas Sutton, of the
Charterhouse, was given May 28th, 1612, in
Stationers' Hall, the procession having started
from Doctor Law's, in Paternoster Row. For the
repast were provided "32 neats' tongues, 40 stone
of beef, 24 marrow-bones, 1 lamb, 46 capons, 32
geese, 4 pheasants, 12 pheasants' pullets, 12 godwits, 24 rabbits, 6 hearnshaws, 43 turkey-chickens,
48 roast chickens, 18 house pigeons, 72 field
pigeons, 36 quails, 48 ducklings, 160 eggs, 3
salmon, 4 congers, 10 turbots, 2 dories, 24 lobsters,
4 mullets, a firkin and keg of sturgeon, 3 barrels
of pickled oysters, 6 gammon of bacon, 4 Westphalia gammons, 16 fried tongues, 16 chicken pies,
16 pasties, 16 made dishes of rice, 16 neats'-tongue
pies, 16 custards, 16 dishes of bait, 16 mince pies,
16 orange pies, 16 gooseberry tarts, 8 redcare pies,
6 dishes of whitebait, and 6 grand salads."
To the west of the hall is the handsome courtroom, where the meetings of the Company are
held. The wainscoting, &c., were renewed in the
year 1757, and an octagonal card-room was added
by Mr. Mylne in 1828. On the opposite side
of the hall is the stock-room, adorned by beautiful
carvings of the school of Grinling Gibbons. Here
the commercial committees of the Company usually
meet.
The nine painted storeys which stood in the
old hall, above the wainscot in the council parlour,
probably crackled to dust in the Great Fire, which
also rolled up and took away the portraits of John
Cawood, printer to Philip and Mary, and his
master, John Raynes. This same John Cawood
seems to have been specially munificent in his
donations to the Company, for he gave two new
stained-glass windows to the hall; also a hearsecover, of cloth and gold, powdered with blue velvet
and bordered with black velvet, embroidered and
stained with blue, yellow, red, and green, besides
considerable plate.
The Company's curious collection of plate is
carefully described by Mr. Nichols. In 1581 it
seems every master on quitting the chair was
required to give a piece of plate, weighing fourteen
ounces at least; and every upper or under warden
a piece of plate of at least three ounces. In this
accumulative manner the Worshipful Company soon
became possessed of a glittering store of "salts,"
gilt bowls, college pots, snuffers, cups, and flagons.
Their greatest trophy seems to have been a large
silver-gilt bowl, given in 1626 by a Mr. Hulet
(Owlett), weighing sixty ounces, and shaped like an
owl, in allusion to the donor's name. In the early
Civil War, when the Company had to pledge their
plate to meet the heavy loans exacted by Charles
the Martyr from a good many of his unfortunate
subjects, the cherished Owlett was specially excepted. Among other memorials in the possession of the Company was a silver college cup
bought in memory of Mr. John Sweeting, who, dying
in 1659 (the year before the Restoration), founded
by will the pleasant annual venison dinner of the
Company in August.
It is supposed that all the great cupboards of
plate were lost in the fire of 1666, for there is no
piece now existing (says Mr. Nichols) of an earlier
date than 1676. It has been the custom also
from time to time to melt down obsolete plate
into newer forms and more useful vessels. Thus
salvers and salt-cellars were in 1720–21 turned into
monteaths, or bowls, filled with water, to keep the
wine-glasses cool; and in 1844 a handsome rosewater dish was made out of a silver bowl, and an
old tea-urn and coffee-urn. This custom is rather
too much like Saturn devouring his own children,
and has led to the destruction of many curious old
relics. The massive old plate now remaining is
chiefly of the reign of Charles II. High among
these presents tower the quaint silver candlesticks
bequeathed by Mr. Richard Royston, twice Master
of the Stationers' Company, who died in 1686, and
had been bookseller to three kings—James I.,
Charles I., and Charles II. The ponderous snuffers
and snuffer-box are gone. There were also three
other pairs of candlesticks, given by Mr. Nathanael
Cole, who had been clerk of the Company, at his
death in 1760. A small two-handled cup was
bequeathed in 1771 by that worthy old printer,
William Bowyer, as a memorial of the Company's
munificence to his father after his loss by fire in
1712–13.
The Stationers are very charitable. Their funds
spring chiefly from £1,150 bequeathed to them
by Mr. John Norton, the printer to the learned
Queen Elizabeth in Latin, Greek, and Hebrew,
alderman of London in the reign of James I., and
thrice Master of this Company. The money laid
out by Norton's wish in the purchase of estates
in fee-simple in Wood Street has grown and grown.
One hundred and fifty pounds out of this bequest
the old printer left to the minister and churchwardens of St. Faith, in order to have distributed
weekly to twelve poor persons—six appointed by
the parish, and six by the Stationers' Company—
twopence each and a penny loaf, the vantage loaf
(the thirteenth allowed by the baker) to be the
clerk's; ten shillings to be paid for an annual
sermon on Ash Wednesday at St. Faith's; the
residue to be laid out in cakes, wine, and ale for
the Company of Stationers, either before or after
the sermon. The liverymen still (according to Mr.
Nichols) enjoy this annual dole of well-spiced and
substantial buns. The sum of £1,000 was left for
the generous purpose of advancing small loans to
struggling young men in business. In 1861, however, the Company, under the direction of the
Court of Chancery, devoted the sum to the founding of a commercial school in Bolt Court for the
sons of liverymen and freemen of the Company,
and £8,500 were spent in purchasing Mr. Bensley's
premises and Dr. Johnson's old house. The
doctor's usual sitting-room is now occupied by the
head master. The school itself is built on the site
formerly occupied by Johnson's garden. The boys
pay a quarterage not exceeding £2. The school
has four exhibitions.
The pictures at Stationers' Hall are worthy of
mention. In the stock-room are portraits, after
Kneller, of Prior and Steele, which formerly belonged to Harley, Earl of Oxford, Swift's great
patron. The best picture in the room is a portrait
by an unknown painter of Tycho Wing, the astronomer, holding a celestial globe. Tycho was the
son of Vincent Wing, the first author of the
almanacks still published under his name, and who
died in 1668. There are also portraits of that
worthy old printer, Samuel Richardson and his
wife; Archbishop Tillotson, by Kneller; Bishop
Hoadley, prelate of the Order of the Garter;
Robert Nelson, the author of the "Fasts and
Festivals," who died in 1714–15, by Kneller; and
one of William Bowyer, the Whitefriars printer,
with a posthumous bust beneath it of his son, the
printer of the votes of the House of Commons.
There was formerly a brass plate beneath this bust
expressing the son's gratitude to the Company for
their munificence to his father after the fire which
destroyed his printing-office.
In the court-room hangs a portrait of John
Boydell, who was Lord Mayor of London in
the year 1791. This picture, by Graham, was
formerly surrounded by allegorical figures of Justice, Prudence, Industry, and Commerce; but
they have been cut out to reduce the canvas
to Kit-cat size. There is a portrait, by Owen,
of Lord Mayor Domville, Master of the Stationers'
Company, in the actual robe he wore when he rode
before the Prince Regent and the Allies in 1814 to
the Guildhall banquet and the Peace thanksgiving.
In the card-room is an early picture, by West, of
King Alfred dividing his loaf with the pilgrim—
a representation, by the way, of a purely imaginary
occurrence—in fact, the old legend is that it
was really St. Cuthbert who executed this generous partition. There are also portraits of the
two Strahans, Masters in 1774 and 1816; one of
Alderman Cadell, Master in 1798, by Sir William
Beechey; and one of John Nicholls, Master of the
Company in 1804, after a portrait by Jackson. In
the hall, over the gallery, is a picture, by Graham,
of Mary Queen of Scots escaping from the Castle
of Lochleven. It was engraved by Dawe, afterwards a Royal Academician, when he was only
fourteen years of age.
The arms of the Company appear from a Herald
visitation of 1634 to have been azure on a chevron,
an eagle volant, with a diadem between two red
roses, with leaves vert, between three books clasped
gold; in chief, issuing out of a cloud, the sunbeams gold, a holy spirit, the wings displayed silver,
with a diadem gold. In later times the books have
been blazoned as Bibles. In a "tricking" in the
volume before mentioned, in the College of Arms,
St. John the Evangelist stands behind the shield
in the attitude of benediction, and bearing in his
left hand a cross with a serpent rising from it
(much more suitable for the scriveners or law
writers, by the bye). On one side of the shield
stands the Evangelist's emblematic eagle, holding an
inkhorn in his beak. The Company never received any grant of arms or supporters, but about
the year 1790 two angels seem to have been used
as supporters. About 1788 the motto "Verbum
Domini manet in eternum." (The word of the Lord
endureth for ever) began to be adopted, and in the
same year the crest of an eagle was used. On
the silver badge of the Company's porter the supporters are naked winged boys, and the eagle on
the chevron is turned into a dove holding an olivebranch. Some of the buildings of the present hall
are still let to Paternoster Row booksellers as ware-houses.
The list of masters of this Company includes
Sir John Key, Bart. ("Don Key"), Lord Mayor in
1831–1832. In 1712 Thomas Parkhurst, who had
been Master of the Worshipful Company in 1683,
left £37 to purchase Bibles and Psalters, to be
annually given to the poor; hence the old custom
of giving Bibles to apprentices bound at Stationers'
Hall.
This is the first of the many City companies of
which we shall have by turns to make mention
in the course of this work. Though no longer
useful as a guild to protect a trade which now
needs no fostering, we have seen that it still retains
some of its mediæval virtues. It is hospitable and
charitable as ever, if not so given to grand funeral
services and ecclesiastical ceremonials. Its privileges have grown out of date and obsolete, but
they harm no one but authors, and to the wrongs
of authors both Governments and Parliaments have
been from time immemorial systematically indifferent.