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djed John Bunyan, the author of the “Pilgrim's Progress.” He had recently returned from the country, whither he had been summoned to effect a reconciliation between a father and son. Having
a happily accomplished his object, while on his road back he was overtaken by excessive rains, and arrived at his lodgings on Snow Hill wet through. The result was his being attacked by a fever, which put a period to his existence on the 31st of August 1688, in the sixty-first year of his age.
On Snow Hill anciently stood one of the city conduits, ornamented with Corinthian columns and surmounted by the figure of a lamb, a rebus on the name of one Lamb, from whom Lamb's Conduit Street derives its name. Anciently, on days of great rejoicing, the city conduits were made to run with red and white wine. The last occasion on which the conduit on Snow Hill thus flowed, was on the anniversary of the coronation of George the First, in 1727.
A little beyond Snow Hill is Shoe Lane, running from Holborn into Fleet Street. In the burial ground of Shoe Lane workhouse was interred the ill-fated poet, Thomas Chatterton. The ground in which he lies buried now forms a part of Farringdon Market, immediately adjoining Shoe Lane, but the exact site of his resting place is unfortunately not known. Running out of Shoe Lane is Gunpowder Alley, a miserable spot, but associated with the miseries of a poet scarcely less gifted or unfortunate, Richard Lovelace. According to Anthony Wood, he was “accounted the most beautiful and amiable person that ever eye beheld ; a person, also, of minute modesty, virtue, and courtly deportment, which made him, especially when he retired to the great city, much admired and adored by the female sex.” Having exhausted his fortune in the cause of Charles the First, and having twice suffered imprisonment as the penalty of his loyalty, he retired to the continent, where he raised a regiment for the French king. He was wounded at Dunkirk, and it was long believed in England that he had died of his wounds. It was under this false impression that Miss Lucy Sacheverel, a young and beautiful girl, the “Lucasta” of his poetry, gave her hand to another. Anthony Wood draws a painful picture of Lovelace's condition at the close of life.
“ Having consumed all his estate he grew very melancholy (which at length brought him into a consumption); became very poor in body and purse ; was the object of charity; went in ragged clothes (whereas when he was in his glory he wore cloth of gold and silver), and mostly lodged in obscure and dirty places, more befitting the worst of beggars than poorest of servants. He died in a very mean lodging in Gunpowder Alley, near Shoe Lane, in 1658, and was buried at the west end of St. Bride's Church.”
Another remarkable person who lived in Gunpowder Alley was William Lilly, the astrologer. Here he served his apprenticeship in the occult
sciences under one Evans, a clergyman, who had been compelled to quit a curacy in Leicestershire, on account of some frauds he had committed on pretence of discovering and restoring stolen goods.
From the days of Lovelace, Shoe Lane and the wretched alleys and courts in its vicinity appear to have frequently afforded a refuge to the unhappy. In a newspaper of the 8th of November 1763, we find, “Two women were found dead in an empty house in Stonecutter Street, Shoe Lane. peared on the coroner's inquest by the deposition of two women and a girl, found in the house at the same time, that the deceased women being destitute of lodging got into the house, it being empty and open, and being sick, perished for want of necessaries and attendance. The poor wretches who gave this evidence were almost in the same condition. Soon after, Soon after, another woman
was found starved to death in another house in the same neighbourhood.” Even at the present day there is scarcely a locality in London where misery and starvation are more rife than in the vicinity of Shoe Lane.
Fetter Lane, which runs from Holborn Hill into Fleet Street, parallel with Shoe Lane, has been supposed to derive its name from the fetters of criminals; Newgate prison being in the immediate vicinity. Such, however, is not the case. In the reign of Charles the First it was called Fewtor's Lane, a name which Stow derives from its having been the resort of Fewtors, as idle and disorderly persons were then styled,-a corruption from “ defaytors” or defaulters.
Fetter Lane is rendered especially interesting from having been for some time the residence of the immortal Dryden. No. 16 is said to have been the house which he occupied, but we believe that there exist but slender grounds in support of the supposition. In this street Thomas Hobbes of Malmesbury was residing at the period when he published his celebrated “Leviathan;" and it was in Three Leg Alley, in the immediate neighbourhood, that Thomas Flatman, the poet, breathed his last. The name has since been dignified into Pemberton Row.
In Fetter Lane Dr. Robert Levet, the well-known friend of Dr. Johnson, formed his extraordinary marriage with a woman of the town; the circumstances connected with which, Dr. Johnson used to say, were more marvellous than anything to be found in the “ Arabian Nights.” Levet, it appears, when nearly sixty years of age, had made the acquaintance of the female in question; and though her habitation was merely a small coal-shed in Fetter Lane, she had art enough to persuade him that she was nearly related to a man of fortune, who had defrauded her of her birth-right. Levet completely duped, made her his wife. They had scarcely, however, been married four months when a writ was issued against him for debts contracted by his wife, and for some time he was compelled to keep himself in close concealment in order to
avoid the horrors of a gaol. Not long afterwards his wife ran away from him; and having been taken into custody for picking pockets, was tried at the Old Bailey, where she pleaded her own cause, and was acquitted. A separation now took place between Levet and his wife, when Dr. Johnson took Levet into his own home, where he afforded him an asylum during his life; and, at his death, celebrated the virtues of his friend in those beautiful elegiac lines, which when once read are never forgotten :
Well tried through many a varying year,
See Levet to the grave descend;
Of every friendless name the friend.
Boswell informs us that Dr. Johnson himself lived at one time in Fetter Lane.
The celebrated Praise God Barebone was another resident in Fetter Lane. His turbulence and fanaticism could scarcely have impaired his fortune, for in some evidence which he gave at a trial, it was shown that he was in the habit of paying forty pounds a-year for house-rent,—no inconsiderable sum in the reign of Charles the Second. There are said to have been three brothers in the family, each of whom had a sentence for his name : “ PraiseGod Barebone ;”-“ Christ-came-into-the-world-tosave Barebone;"— and, “If-Christ-had-not-died-thouhadst-been-damned Barebone." For the sake of brevity, either the friends or the enemies of the latter are said to have merely styled him “Damned