قراءة كتاب Merrie England In The Olden Time, Vol. 2
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poverty,—ambled gaily through daisy-dappled meads to Finsbury Fields, * to enjoy a more extended space for their martial exercises.
vast lake, and the citizens practised every variety of
amusement on the ice. "Some will make a large cake of ice,
and, seating one of their companions upon it, they take hold
of one's hand, and draw him along. Others place the leg-
bones of animals under the soles of their feet, by tying
them round their ancles, and then, taking a pole shod with
iron into their hands, they push themselves forward with a
velocity equal to a bolt discharged from a crossbow."
We learn from an old ballad called "The Life and Death of
the Two Ladies of Finsbury that gave Moorfields to the city,
for the maidens of London to dry their cloaths," that Sir
John Fines, "a noble gallant knight," went to Jerusalem to
"hunt the Saracen through fire and flood," but before his
departure, he charged his two daughters "unmarried to
remain," till he returned from "blessed Palestine." The
eldest of the two built a "holy cross at 'Bedlam-gate,
adjoining to Moorfield and the younger "framed a pleasant
well," where wives and maidens daily came to wash. Old Sir
John Fines was slain; but his heart was brought over to
England from the Holy Land, and, after "a lamentation of
three hundred days," solemnly buried in the place to which
they gave the name of Finesbury. When the maidens died "they
gave those pleasant fields unto the London citizens,
"Where lovingly both man and wife May take the evening air;
And London dames to dry their cloaths May hither still
repair!"
Then was Osier Lane (the Smithfield end of which is immortalised in Bartholomew Fair annals) a long narrow slip of greensward, watered on both sides by a tributary streamlet from the river Fleet, on the margin of which grew a line of osiers, that hung gracefully over its banks. Smithfield, once "a place for honourable justs and triumphs," became, in after times, a rendezvous for bravoes, and obtained the title of "Ruffians' Hall" Centuries have brought no improvement to it. The modern jockeys and chaunters are not a whit less rogues than the ancient "horse-coursers," and the many odd traits of character that marked its former heroes, the swash-bucklers, * are deplorably wanting in the present race of irregulars, who are monotonous bullies, without one redeeming dash of eccentricity or humour. The stream of time, that is continually washing away the impurities of other murky neighbourhoods, passes, without irrigating, Smithfield's blind alleys and the squalid faces of their inhabitants.


