tants, London
was then a comparatively small place, its population, though rapidly
increasing, did not yet number one million.

'An old map of the year 1610 shows us that London and Westminster were
then two neighbouring cities surrounded by meadows. "Totten Court" was
an outlying country village. Oxford Street is marked on this map as
"The way to Uxbridge," and runs between meadows and pastures. The
Tower, Westminster Abbey, St. Paul's Church, ... and some other
landmarks are indeed there, but it is curious to read the accounts
given by the chronicles of the day of its narrow and dirty streets, in
which carts and coaches jostled one another, and foot passengers found
it difficult to get along at all.... When the King went to Parliament,
faggots were thrown into the ruts in the streets through which he
passed, to make it easier for his state coach to drive over the uneven
roads!'[22]

Nevertheless this gay little countrified town of timbered houses,
surrounded by meadows and orchards, and overlooked by the green
heights of 'Hamsted' and Primrose Hill, was then as now the Capital
City of England. And England under Oliver Cromwell was one of the most
powerful of the States of Europe.

Therefore if a young man barely out of his teens were to succeed in
'conquering London,' and bending it to his will, he would certainly
need all his briskness and readiness of tongue.

Edward Burrough probably entered London alone and on foot, after a
journey extending over several weeks. He had left his native
Westmorland in company with good John Camm, the 'statesman' farmer of
Cammsgill. The first stages of their journey were made on horseback.
Many a quiet talk the two men must have had together as they rode
through the green lanes of England,--that long-ago England of the
Commonwealth, its clear skies unstained by any tall chimneys or
factory smoke. There were but few hedgerows then, 'a single hedge is a
marked feature in the contemporary maps.'[23] The cornfields stretched
away in a broad, unbroken expanse as they do to-day on the Continent
of Europe and in the lands of the New World.

As they rode, Camm would tell Burrough, doubtless, of his first sight
of George Fox, preaching in Sedbergh Churchyard, under the ancient
yew-tree opposite the market cross, on that never-to-be-forgotten day
of the Whitsuntide Fair. The story of the 'Wonderful Fortnight' would
be sure to follow; of the 'Mighty Meeting' on the Fell outside Firbank
C