The Sun. — 1861-03-26 (London, England)

THE HILLS OF LONDON.  (From the St. James's Magazine.) There was a time when great 'persons rode from the neighbourhood of the Tower, westward, up and down hill; but it made all the difference in life to them, whether on reaching a certain point they proceeded by Snow and Holborn-hills, or by that of Ludgate. The latter sometimes led to the block in Lincoln's-inn-fields or Westminster•yard ; but it more frequently took the wayfarer to Westminster Palace and acceptable greetings, whereas by by the other hills, a man who was the chief object of interest in a procession from the Tower seldom went to any other exaltation but that to be had at Tyburn ! So went Lord Badlesmere, because his obstinate wife, in his absence, would not surrender his Kentish castle of Leeds to Queen Isabella. So went, subsequently, Queen Isabella's younger friend, Edmund Mortimer. So went bonny Lady Hungerford—that pretty and petulant Agnes, who in a fit of impatience poisoned her husband, Sir Edward, and swung for it, like the ugliest of felons. It would take a volume to tell the names only of all the villains whose passage down Snow and Holborn Hills was demonstration clear of their having achieved that " greatness" which Fielding has so happily illustrated. Look, through your fingers if you will, at the solemn spectacle! Generally speaking, it had little of solemnity in it. The heroes of the day were often on good terms with the mobs, and jokes were exchanged between the men who were going to be hanged and the men whe deserved. to be. There they pass, from the Tower, or any one of the City prisons, to the triangular erectly, and John Smith, the burglar on "Deadly Never-Green." There pass Southx.iell, foenalyf,teuarmnlbeing the sweet versifier; and Felton, the assas•sin Buckingham ; five of the three-score-srilve_one who l individual signed away the life of Charles I. ; and victim after duly ovwfi he Queen victim eveoenfrreally Titusnanl Ie; Os :tat came see. to t_h lei iudekthye greetings and clamour of a quarter of a million of people asses smilingly, executed at Tyburn. And there P that hideous young murderer, Jack mur erer, .Tack. Sheppard, whom the brightest talent cannot pa. ,ish up into a hero. And there is the doubly hideous Jonathan wild uttering Amen as he picks the chaplain's pocket of a corkscrew—if the treacherous coward had evil left to allow ofenough of the energy of his committing that last felony. A nobleman follows him, Lord Ferrers, gaily dressed in I • us wedding suit; then a nobleman's servant, who for small pilfering suffered the same penalty that his " betters" did for murder. Lord Harrington's man rode over the London hills to Tyburn, in a frock of blue and gold, with a white cockade in his hat, as a continual assertion of his innocence. That reverend gentleman who succeeds is the very pink of fashionable preachers, Dr.. Dodd. He had long lain hid in the house known as Goodenough House, at the corner of Gnnnersbury-road and Brentford-lane ; and for robbing the Reverend Doctor Bell, the old Princess Amelia's chaplain, in front of that very house, that remarkably handsome young highwayman, with. sixteen ribands at the knees of his breeches, is, e-s going also to " the threuare stilt at Tyburn,* q whither Dodd followed him.