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Of the City our Towns and our Counties

The town of Barking has still several picturesque old houses remaining in it. The market-house, of this kind, is very spacious, with rooms over it, and was built about the time of Queen Elizabeth. A large convienient work house was erected in the year 1787, in which appropriate rooms for the education of poor children.
The Gentlemans Magazine.

''There are such a number of guides to each bath, of women to wait on the ladyes and of men to wait on the gentlemen, and they keepe their due distance. There is a sargent belonging to the baths that all the bathing tymes walkes in galleryes and takles notice order is observed and punishes the rude, and most people of fashion sends to him when they begin to bathe, then he takes particular care of them, and compliments you every morning, which deserves its reward at the end of the season.''
Celia Fiennes.

''There was hardly any room for dancing, and no question of it...Here were a multitude of made up, painted hag's faces, enamled with brand new smirks, figures sinking under the assults of time and under the magnificience of raiment and diamonds and pearls.''

''Bath lies very low; it is but a small city, but very compact; and one can hardly imagine it could accomadate near the company that frequents it, at least three parts of the year. I have been told 8,000 families there at a time, some for the benefit of drinking its hot waters, others for bathing, and others for diversion and pleasure; of which I must say it affords more than any other public place of its kind in Europe...Here visits are recieved and returned, assemblies and balls are given, and parties at play in most houses every night.

''The only thing one can do one day that one did not do the day before, is to die.''
Elizabeth Montagu.

''The town looks as if it had been cast in amould all at once, so new, so fresh, so regular. The buildings where the medicial water is drunk, and where the baths are, exhibits very different objects; human nature, old, infirm, and in ruins, or weary and enussye. Bath is a sort of great monastry, inhabitied by single people, particulary by superanuated females.''

"...this place is wretched enough, a villainous Chaos of Dice and Drunkeness, nothing but Hazard and Burgundy, Hunting and Mathematics and Newmarket, Riot and Racing..."
Lord Byron.

The city appears like a confused heap of stones and brick, accumulated so as to cover a mountain, round which the river winds its brawling course. The streets are generally narrow, dark and unpleasant, and many of them almost impassable in consequence their declavity. The cathedral is a huge gloomy pile; but the clergy are well housed..
Tobias Smollett.[Humphrey Clinker].

"Little,old and ugly."
Louis Simmond.

''....A dingy large town.''
Horace Walpole.

Prepare for death, if here at night you roam,
And sign your will before you sup from home.
Some firey fop, with new commision vain,
Who sleeps on brambles till he kills his man-
Some frolic drunkard, reeling from a feast,
Provokes a boil, and stabs you for a jest.
Yet even these heros, mischevously gay,
Lords of the streets, and terrors of the way,
Flushed as they are with folly, youth and wine,
Their prudent insults to the poor confine;
Afar they mark the flamebeauxs bright approach,
And shun the shining train and gilded coach.

''The pleasures to be enjoyed in the capital inspires the girls in the country with the most longing desire to participate in them. Imagination inflames their little heads, and presents every object under an exaggerated appearance. The young people of both sexes, who have been educated at a distance from town, imagine the metroplice to resemble the paradise promised to the mahometans by their prophet.''

''In London everything is easy to him who has money and is not afraid of spending it.''

''London is a bad place, and there is so little goodfellowship that the next door neighbours don't know one another.''
Henry Fielding.[Joseph Andrews].

''Here malice, rapine accident, conspire,
And now a rabble rouses, now a fire;
Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay,
And here the fell attorney prowls for prey;
Here falling houses thunder on your head,
And here a female atheist talks you dead.''
Dr Johnson.

''When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.''
Dr Johnson.

Young drunkards reeling, Bayliffs dozing,
Old strumpets plying, Mumpers progging,
Fat draymen squabbling, Chairmen ambling,
Oyster whores fighting, School boys scrambling,
Street porters running, Rascals batt'ling,
Pick pockets crowding, Coaches rattling,
News bawling, Ballard wenches singing,
Guns roaring, and church bells ringing.
Ned Ward.

''There is no place in the world, where a man may live more according to his own mind, or even his whim, than in London. For this reason, I belive that in no place are to be found a greater variety of original charactors...The friend of the Arts and Science, the friend of Religious liberty, the Philosopher, the man who wishes to be secure against political and ecclesiastical tyrants, the man of buisness, the man of pleasure, can nowhere be better off than in this metropolice.''
Pastor Wederborn.

'...the poor are crowded in offensive dark, damp and incommodious habitations, a too fertile source of disease!...In some parts of the town, cellars are so damp as to be unfit for habitations...The poor often suffer from the shattered state of cellar windows. This is a trifiling circumstance in appearance, but the consequences to the inhsbitants are of the most serious kind. Fevers are among the most usual effects; and I have often known consumptions, which could be traced to this cause. Inveterate rhumatic complaints, which disable and suffer from every kind of employment, are often produced in the same manner...I have often observed, that prevail most in houses exposed to the effluvia of dunghills in such situations.''
John Aikin.

"Why the fact is, Your Highness I have heard that we are ordered to Manchester. Now you must be aware how disagreeablethat would be to me.....Think, Your Royal Highness, Manchester! I have therefore, with your Royal Highness's permission determined to sell out."
Cap't George [Beau] Brummell.


'' of the foulest towns in England.''
Horace Walpole.

''...very populous and large, the streets narrow, and the houses dank and black, occasioned by the continual smoke of the forges.''
Daniel Defoe.


'' odious place.''
Princess Charlotte.


''How wretched do the miseries of the cottagers appear, want of food, want of fuel, want of clothing! Children perishing of an ague! and an unhappy mother unable to attend or relive their wants, or asuage their pains...whilst the worn down melancholy father...pinched by cold and pining with despair, returns at evening close, to a hut devoid of comfort, or the smallest renovation of hope.''
Hon John Byng.

''...exceedingly prosperous, provisions of all sorts are very cheap, the quantity very great, and a great deal of over plus sent to London every day, one of the most important counties in England...that the public wealth of the Kingdom. The bare product in itself is prodigious great; the downs are an inexaustable store house of wooll, and corn, and the valley or low part of it is the like of cheese and bacon.''
Daniel Defoe.


'' some parts well built with a fine assembly room and an excellent town hall.''