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lies now in silence, and hudled in ashes becomes 

 her own sepulchre. Now the cellerage in these 

 situations of Nottingham, are the most commo- 

 dious that I know in England; whose descents 

 you may trace twenty or thirty foot from the 

 surface of the soil. But there are other cellars 

 that almost court day, where they make their 

 malt, and lodg commodities either for a domes- 

 tick or foreign trade. For so great is the plenty 

 she draws from the breasts of the country, that 

 were she wanting in her self, they would want 

 themselves in wanting her. Another rarity it 

 behoves the reader to observe ; and that is, upon 

 examination her wells will be found as deep, if 

 not in some places deeper, than their cellars. 

 Yet amongst all her stately imbellishments, we 

 petrole as I remember but two fair streets ; the 

 rest are gates, allies, rows, lanes, marshes, &c. 

 But the prospect as we advance, presents to the 

 south, and the generous streams of silver Trent, 

 directing to the Leen-Bridg, facing the hollow 

 stone ; or rather, as I may term them, habitable 

 rocks, through which we ascend to consult those 

 splendid inhabitants, that live under a well-po- 

 lished government, and those other circumstan- 

 tials of civility and ingenuity. 



Now this avenue of Fishergate, we leave on 

 our right hand ; and that on our left, is the 

 marshes, as we ascend to climb up the hollow 



