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by Shoreditch Church from this great me- 

 tropolis (which sacred edifice I never passed 

 without casting my eyes up at its steeple 

 in admiration, for it is one of Sir Christopher 

 Wren's most beautiful specimens) I had 

 plenty of what was called stone work. One 

 morning a fresh horse was put to my coach 

 one that had only been purchased the day 

 before and, what was contrary to all 

 adopted custom, harnessed as near leader. 

 It was of no use to expostulate, so, after look- 

 ing round, I got up. Starting and proceeding 

 along the Strand and Fleet Street, he went 

 pretty straight, except that he carried his 

 body away rather from his partner, as young 

 horses in a strange or new position are apt 

 to do but a slight communication under 

 his bar soon put that to rights. After 

 stopping at the corner of Wood Street, we 

 proceeded along Cheapside by the Bank to 

 the commencement of Threadneedle Street, 

 when he made a bolt to go down Broad 

 Street. I had my hand upon his rein in- 



