The Elephant and Castle
produces another _pull-up_, and here a branch-coach brings a load of
lumber from the city, which, while the porter is stowing away, gives
time to exhibit the _lions_ who are leaving London in every direction.
King's Bench rulers with needy habiliments, and lingering looks, sighing
for term-time and ~280~~a _horse_,{1} on one side the road, and Jews,
newsmen, and _touters_, on the other; who nearly _give away_ their
goods, if you believe them, for the good of the nation, or force you
into a coach travelling in direct opposition to the road for which
you have been booked, and in which your luggage may by such mischance
happily precede you at least half a day. At length all again is declared
right, the supervisor delivers his _way-bill_, and forward moves the
coach, at a somewhat brisker pace, to Kennington Common. I shall not
detain my readers here with a long dull account of the unfortunate
rebels who suffered on this spot in 1745; but rather direct their
attention to a neat Protestant church, which has recently been erected
on the space between the two roads leading to Croydon and Sutton, the
portico of which is in fine architectural taste, and the whole
building a very great accommodation and distinguished ornament to the
neighbourhood. About half a mile farther, on the rise of Brixton hill,
is another newly erected church, the portico in the style of a Greek
temple, and in an equally commanding situation: from this to Croydon,
ten miles, you have a tolerable specimen of civic taste in rural
architecture.
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