"In my twentieth year my first visit was made to London-how long since need not be said, lest I make discoveries. I arrived at the "Swan with two necks, " in Lad Lane, to the imminent peril of my own one, on entering the yard of that then famous hostelry, the gate of which barely allowed admission to the coach itself-and first set foot on London ground, midst the bustle of some half-dozen coaches, either preparing for exit, or discharging their loads of passengers and parcels. "