Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1891-04-29
ANCIENT LONDON.
How the English Lived SIX Centuries
Ago.

mind a single ordinary dwelling of the
vanished London Of the middle of the
thirteenth century, 1t was a dwarfish.
sqnalid structure of such crazy unsub-
stantiality that, with stout iron crook
and two strong cords, provided by the
ward, it might be pulled down and
dragged off speedily in case of fire;
structure of one story jutting over a low
ground floor, with another jut of caves
above, its roof perchance engTailed with
gables, its front bearing an odd resem-
blance to the back of couple of huge
stairs, and the whole most rickety,
tumbledown, topheavy, fantastical thing.
Chimneys were fairly in vogue then, so
it had them, squat, square, widemouthed,
faced with white plaster, red tiles, or
gray pebble work. Red tiles covered its
roof; its walls were of rough planed
planks, or a wooden framework filled
with a a.eomposite of straw and clay, but
tressed with posts, and crossed this way
and that with supporting beams-the
whole daubed over with whitewash, of
which the weather soon made graywash.
In front was stairway, sometimes COW
cred, sometimes not, or a stepladder set
slantwise against the wall, for an en-
trance to the upper story. The door
ways We're narrow and low, the windows
also; and the latter darkened with over
brows of wooden shutters, propped up
from beneath, and sticking out like lcng,
slender awnings, were further darkened
by sashes of parchment, linen, or thin
shaven horn, for glass came from Fland-
ers and was costly and rare
Such, joint and seam and tile being
loosened into crack and Granny and crew
ice everywhere, was the dwelling of the
London citizen as the eye might see it in
the middle of the thirteenth century.
Multiply that dwelling into a tortuous
and broken perspective of like buildings,
some joined by party walls, some with
spaces between, all pent rooted or gable
peaked, heavy eaved, stub chimneyed,
narrow latticed, awning shuttered. stair
cased, post buttressed, beam crossed,
dusky red rooted, dingy white walled,
and low under the overhanging vastness
of the sky, and you have an ancient
London street, which shall be foul and
narrow, with open drains, footways
roughly tagged, and horseway deep with
slushy mire, oveTstrewn with ashes,
| shards, and offal, and smelling abomina-
bly,. There were, indeed, at that period,
thinly interspersed here and there, houses
of somewhat better description, solidly
built of stone and timber, though at best
strangely deficient in comfort and con-
venience, according to the fashion of
that most inconvenient and uncomforta-
BILE age. Here and there, too, for those
were the times of the feudal soldier and
priest, rose in dreadful beauteous con-
trast with the squalid city the architect
ural grandeuTs of church and cathedral
or the stately house or palace of bishop
or earl. But all around stretched dwell
ings which our poorest modern house
excels, and on those dwellings all evils
and discomforts that can befall had their
quarry.
Light came dim, and sunshine dimly
glimmering into their darkened rooms.
Summer heats made ovens Of them. The
old gray family OF London fogs rose
from the marshes north Of the city walls,
from the cities intersecting rivulets. from
the Thames below, and crept in at every
opening to make all dark and chill with
in. Down their squat chimneys swept
the smoke, choking and binding. Rains
such as even rainy England knows not
now soaked them through for weeks to-
gether. Cold such as English winters
have forgotten now pierced with grip
ing blast, and silent shifting snow, to
their shivering inmates. Foul exhala-
tions from the filthy streets hung around
them an air of poison, or, rising from
the cesspools, of which every house had
one within, discharged themselves with
deadly maladies. Lghtnings stabbed
their roofs or rent their walls, hunting
for those they sheltered. Confiagration
lurking in aspark, upspread in dragonish
flame, and roared through them devour-
ing Whirlwind swept through them
bowling, and tossed them down by
fifties. Pestilence breathed through
them in recurring seasons, and left Their
rooms aghast with corpses. Civic riot OF
intestine war stormed often near them
and brought them death and sorrow
Famine arose every few years and walked
through them on his way through Eng
land, leaving their tenants lean and pale
or lfeless. Often into them broke the
midnight robber, single or in gangs
often to them came the gatherer of taxes
or of tithes; upon them hung perpetually
all the bloodsuckers, every vampire
which an age of ignorance and tyranny
could spawn; and in them herded low
lusts and passions, fendish bigotries
crazy superstitions, british illiteracy
and all that darkens and depraves the
soul. For that was the mournful mid
night of our mortal life, centuries ago
The old, sad stars that governed our con
ditions still kept their forceful station
above the brawl of brutal and internal
dreams; and one alone, now risen from
Geber's east, hung dewy bright with the
worlds hope and promise, while Science
builder of life that is holy, beautiful
and gay, was but a wondrous newborn
child in Roger Bacon's cell, dreaming oi
things to come Atlantic Monthly.
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