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to these may be added Mr Robert Gurney, the celebrated Lord Mayor of London, whose merits are recorded in Lloyd's Memoirs, p. 625. He was born here on the 17th April, 1577.

By the same curious and interesting writer, it is related in his Church History of Britain, when he speaks of the black assizes at Oxford in 1577, and of the assizes at Hereford in the reigns of King James, and King Charles the 1st. that a similar accident happened at Croydon. - The like chanced,” says he, “ some four years since at Croydon, in Surrey, where a great depopulation happened at the assizes, of persons of quality ; and the two judges, Baron Yates, and Baron Rigby, getting their banes there, died a few days after.” Of these judges we have no very certain memorial ; nor is there any historical information which can enable us to form a conclusion as to the year in which this fatal catastrophe occurred. Respecting the judges, Dr. Ducarel observes, “ In Dugdale's Origines Juridiciales, amongst the readers of the Inner Temple, I meet with one Thomas Gates (who perhaps is this Baron Yates), leader there in Autumn, anno I. Charles I. In the same book I find one Hugh Rigby named among the benchers of Lincoln's Inn; whose arms were in a window of Lincoln's Inn Chapel.” And the learned antiquary adds, “ These, I suppose, were some of Oliver's judges.”

We are informed by a modern writer that a Roman Road, called the Erming Street*, came from Newhaven in Sussex, through Radmill, and Lewes, by Isfield, Shornbridge, East Grinstead, Croydon, and Streathani, and met the Watling Street, at Lambeth. The same writer tells us, that a branch of this road which passed through, or near Croydon, was lately visible on Broad Green, in its neighbourhood.

An antient description of Croydon in the time of Queen Elizabeth, says that the streets were deep hollow ways, and very dirty, the houses generally with wood steps into them, and darkened by large trees † growing before

* This was one of the four principal roads made by Agricola about 80 years after the birth of Christ; it extended the whole length of the country from Newhaven, into Scotland, near Ber. wick, where it ran through woods; it was paved with large stones set edgways, which remain in many places very firm. Kennet and Burton say it derived its name from the British word Armyinth, because it crosses mountains and pathless places.

See Camden, Mag. Brit: Camb. and Hunts.

The Archbishop of Canterbury had a house at Croydon pleasantly situated, but that it was too much wood-bound, so

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them—that the inhabitants in general were smiths and colliers.

Thomas Peend, in the fable of Hermaphroditus and Salmacis, written in 1565, says that Vulcan a “Croydon sanguine right did seeme." In the tragedy of Locrine, occurs the well known distich,

" The Colliers of Croydon,
“ The Rustics of Roydon.”

And “ Grim the Collier of Croydon, or the
Devil and his Dame, with the Devil and St.
Dunstan*, " is the title of a Comedy in 1662.

that he cut down all upon the front of the highway. Not long after, the Lord Chancellor Bacon riding by that way, asked his man; Whose fair house that was the man told him it was my Lord of Canterbury's; It is not possible, for his building is environed with wood; It is true, Sir, it was so, but he hath lately cut it down ; By my troth, answered Bacon, he hath done very judiciously, for before, methought it was a very obscure and dark place, but now he hath expounded and cleared it wonderfully well.

See Harl. MSS. No. 90.

* The monkish story of Saint Dunstan taking the Devil by the nose, with a pair of hot tongs, may be seen im Fuller's Church History

The reader may perhaps be amused with the following extract from a poem written by Patrick Hannay, Gent. and printed in 1662, in which he gives a minute, though not far vourable description of the town of Croydon. The great scarcity of the volume may be a sufficient apology for the introduction of so long a passage.

When curious nature did her cunning trie
In framing of this faire terrestriall round:
Her workmanship the more to beautifie,
With chang'd varietie made it abound,
And oft did place a plot of fertile ground

Fraught with delights nie to a barren soile,
To make the best seeme better by a foile.

Thus first were made by Thames the motley meads,
Wearing the livery of the Summers Queene,
Whose flourie robe ore them she freely spreads,
With colours more then are in Iris seene,
And all the ground and hemme of grassie greene,

Whereon the silly sheepe doe fearlesse feede,
While on a banke the sheepheard tunes his reed.

Next shadie groues where Delia hunteth oft,
And light-foot Fairies tripping still do haunt :
Their mirthfull Muses raise sweet notes alost,
And wanton birds their chaste loues cheerely chant,
There no delightfull pleasures ere doth want';

There Syluian with his Satyres doth remaine,
There Nymphs doe loue and are belou'd againe ;

This place doth seeme an earthly paradise,
Whereon fit object euery sense may feed;
And fild with dainties that doe thence arise,
Of superfluitie help others need;
Yet no satietie that store doth breed.

For when the sense nigh surfets on delight.
New objects the duld appetite doe whet.

This place I say doth border on a plaine,
Which Step-dame Nature seemes t' have made in scorne,
Where hungrie husbandmen haue toild in vaine,
And with the share the barren soile haue torne ;
Nor did they rest till rise of ruddie morne :

Yet when was come the haruest of their hopes,
They for their gaine doe gather grainlesse crops ;

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It seemmes of staru'd Sterilitie the seat,
Where barren downes do it inuiron round;
Whose parched tops in summer are not wet,
And only are with snow in winter crown'd,
Only with harrenesse they doe still abound;

Or if on some of them we roughnesse finde,
It's towny heath, badge of the barren rinde.

In midst of these stands Croydon cloath'd in blacke,
In a low bottome sinke of all these hills';
And is receipt of all the durtie wracke,
Which from their tops still in abundance trils.
The vnpau'd lanes with muddie mire it fills,

If one shower fall, or if that blessing stay,
You may well smell, but neuer see your way.

For neuer doth the flowre-perfumed aire,
Which steals choice sweets from other blessed fields,
With panting breast take any resting there,

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