He is going on business to
Liverpool. I have these few days past, for want of better
employment, walked through several parts of London that I had not
before seen. Yesterday I endeavoured to reach the west end of the
town; and I walked several miles, when finding it was grown quite
dark, I turned back quite tired, without having accomplished my end.
Nothing in London makes so disgusting an appearance to a foreigner,
as the butchers' shops, especially in the environs of the Tower.
Guts and all the nastiness are thrown into the middle of the street,
and cause an insupportable stench.
I have forgot to describe the 'Change to you; this beautiful
building is a long square in the centre of which is an open area,
where the merchants assemble. All round, there are covered walks
supported by pillars on which the name of the different commercial
nations you may wish to find are written up, that among the crowd of
people you may be able to find each other. There are also stone
benches made under the covered walks, which after a ramble from St.
Catherine's, for example, hither, are very convenient to rest
yourself.
On the walls all kinds of handbills are stuck up.
