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Islington is a pretty neat town, mostly built of brick, with a church, and bells : it has a small lake, or rather pond in the midst ; though at present very much neglected. I am told it is dry in summer; if this be the case, it can be no very proper receptacle for fish, of which the inhabitants themselves seem sensible, by bringing all that is eaten there from London.
After having surveyed the curiosities of this fair and beautiful town I proceeded forward, leaving a 'fair stone building called the White Conduit House on my right: here the inhabitants of London often assemble to celebrate a feast of hot rolls and butter; seeing such numbers, each with their little tables before them, employed on this occasion, must no
doubt be a very amusing sight to the looker on, * but still more so to those who perform in the solemnity.
From hence I parted with reluctance to Pancrass, as it is written, or Pancridge as it is pronounced ; but which should be both pronounced and written Pangrace: this emendation I will venture meo arbitrio : llar in the Greek language signifies all, which added to the English word grace, maketh all grace, or Pangrace; and indeed this is a very proper appellation to a place of so much sanctity as Pangrace is universally esteemed. However this be, if
you except the parish church and its fine bells, there is little in Pangrace worth the attention of the curious observer.
From Pangrace to Kentish Town is an easy journey of one mile and a quarter: the road lies through a fine champaign country, well watered with beautiful drains, and enamelled with flowers of all kinds, which might contribute to charm every sense
s were it not that the odoriferous gales are often more
impregnated with dust than perfume. • As you enter Kentish Town, the eye is at once presented with the shops of artificers, such as ven ders of candles, small-coal, and hair-brooms; there are also several august buildings of red brick, with
numberless sign-posts, or rather pillars, in a peculiar 6 order of architecture ; I send you a drawing of se
veral, vide A. B. C. This pretty town probably
borrows its name from its vicinity to the county of 6 Kent; and indeed it is not unnatural that it should,
as there are only London and the adjacent villages 6 that lie between them. Be this as it will, perceiving • night approach I made a hasty repast on roasted 6 mutton, and a certain dried fruit called potatoes, re• solving to protract my remarks upon my return : 6 and this I would very willingly have done ; but was
prevented by a circumstance which in truth I had • for some time foreseen, for night coming on, it was * impossible to take a proper survey of the country, as I was obliged to return home in the dark.'
All the acquaintance which I had made since my arrival, were present at this gay solemnity. The little beau was constituted master of the ceremonies, and his wife, Mrs. Tibbs, conducted the entertainment with proper decorum. The man in black, and the pawn-broker's widow, were very sprightly and tender upon this occasion. The widow was dressed up
under the direction of Mrs. Tibbs; and as for her lover, his face was set off by the assistance of a pig-tail wig, which was lent by the little beau, to fit him for making love with proper formality. The whole company easily perceived that it would be a double wedding before all was over, and indeed my friend and the widow seemed to make no secret of their passion ; he even called me aside, in order to know my candid opinion, whether I did not think him a little too old to be married. As for my own part, continued he, I know I am going to play the fool, but all my friends will praise my wisdom, and produce me as the very pattern of discretion to others.
At dinner, every thing seemed to run on with good humour, harmony, and satisfaction. Every creature in company thought themselves pretty, and every jest was laughed at: the man in black sat next his mistress, helped her plate, chimed her glass, and jogging her knees and her elbow, he whispered something arch in her ear, on which she patted his cheek; never was antiquated passion so playful, so harınless, and amusing, as between this reverend couple.
The second course was now called for, and among a variety of other dishes, a fine turkey was placed before the widow. The Europeans, you know, carve as they eat; my friend therefore begged his mistress to help him to a part of the turkey. The widow, pleased with an opportunity of showing her skill in carving, an art upon which it seems she piqued herself; began to cut it up by first taking off the leg. Madam, cries my friend, if I might be permitted to advise, I would begin by cutting off the wing, and then the leg will come off more easily. Sir, replies the widow, give me leave to understand cutting up a fowl, I always begin with the leg Yes, Madam, replies the lover, but if the wing be the most convenient manner, I would begin with the wing. Sir, interrupts the lady, when you have fowls of your own, begin with the wing if you please, but give me leave to take off the leg; I hope I am not to be taught at this time of day. Madam, interrupts he, we are never too old to be instructed, Old, Sir, interrupts the other, who is old Sir? when I die of age, I know of some that will quake for fear; if the leg does not come off, take the turkey to yourSelf. Madam, replied the man in black, I do not care a farthing whether the leg or the wing comes off ; if you are for the leg first, why you shall have the argument, even though it be as I say. As for the matter of that, cries the widow, I do not care a fig, whether you are for the leg off or on ; and friend, for the future, keep your distance. O, replied the other, that is easily done, it is only removing to the other end of the table, and 80, Madam, your most obedient humble