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Although
the records of the Mulberry Garden are somewhat scanty, it
had certainly a great vogue during the reigns of both Charleses
and the Commonwealth, fc or half the dramatists of the Restoration
make their characters move in its walks and arb ours, and
eat its 1arts and cakes, and it was of sufficient importance
as a place of public resort to give a title to one of Sedley's
comedies. There is historical record of the place also. It
was quite like Charles the Second to violate his own proclamation
against the drinking of toasts during a debauch at the Mulberry
Garden.
Mr.
Pepys too was there in 1668, and found it "a very silly
place, worse than Spring Garden, and but little company, only
a wilderness that is somewhat pretty." But years later
candid Samuel was much better pleased, the circumstances perhaps
being more propitious, for entertainment at another's expense
is ever a good softener of criticism.
"To
the Mulberry Garden," says Samuel, "where Shere
is to treat us with a Spanish Olio ... he did do it mighty
nobly, and the Olio was indeed a very noble dish such as I
never saw better or any more of. We left other good things
I which would keep till night for a collation, and with much
content took coach again, meeting The. Turner, Talbot, Batelier
and his sister in a coach, and with us to the Mulberry Garden,
and thereafter a walk to supper upon what was left at noon,
and very good, and we mighty merry."
It
is in such passages as this that the memory of the place is
preserved, or in the gossip of contributors to Sylvanus Urban,
who remembered "to have eat tarts with Mr. Dryden and
Madam Reeve at the Mulberry Garden, when our author advanced
to a sword and chedreux wig." Wycherley, Etherege, Sedley,
Shadwell, will tell us of the "pleasant divertissement"
of the place; of 'cheesecakes and tarts and arbours and dinners"
in the ' dining-room of Mulberry Garden House"; of ladies
and gentlemen who made love together till twelve o'clock at
night.
The
place was closed about 1674, when the alfresco tradition of
London passed into the keeping of Vauxhall. It is worthy of
note that the soil of Mulberry Garden is still open to wind
and sun in the gardens of Buckingham Palace, which gives its
memory a distinction rare among these old pleasaunces, which
for the most part, as we shall see, lie buried to-day under
acres of unlovely bricks and mortar. It was in those two old
pleasure gardens of the Stuart times then, as we believe,
that the tradition of the London al fresco originated.
But
its real development waited upon the times when England, emerging
from the troublous days of the civil wars and revolutions,
at last found time and opportunities for enjoyment under the
more settled rule of Anne and the first Georges. There was
feverish enjoyment of a sort for Londoners, of course, during
those restless days of the Restoration; but an enjoyment clouded
with the shadow of an impending Nemesis which was palpable
to the great body of Englishmen as long as there was a full-blooded
Stuart on the throne. Mr. Pepys him self felt it at one of
those very gardens when the doings of Harry Killigrew and
of other" very rogues" made Samuel's" heart
ake," as we shall see when we come to Vauxhall.
It
was only when England settled down under the wise rule of
the sagacious Walpole, who first discovered the capacity of
the English for managing their own affairs, that London really
began to enjoy itself, and one of the first evidences of that
welcome change in the national fortune was the multiplication
of those popular and innocent places of open air entertainment
in and round London. It is quite natural to find the citizen
of low lying London lifting his eyes to the hills and turning
for solace from his labours chiefly to the pleasant country
which then rolled towards the sun from the heights of Hampstead
and Highgate.
It
is difficult to-day to think of the unpromising districts
now covered by Clerkenwell, Pentonville, and Islington, to
say nothing of the suburbs farther north, as open country,
with pastures, woods, and streams, yet such it was almost
within living memory. The New River, which to-day flows into
our water pipes, and even the Fleet River, which perhaps helps
to flush our sewers, were in the days of which we write streams
with fat meadows, and buttercups, and placid cattle, the delight
of generations of true cockneys from Holborn and the city.
The springs of this upland country sloping to the Thames bubbled
up in various places charged with "chalybeate" or
"sulphur;" as the doctors of that day believed,
and provided an excuse for a dozen or more of " spas,"
and" waters" or "wells," each with its
gardens and long room and special body of patrons, who perhaps
accepted the efficacy of its waters, and certainly enjoyed
the diversions of the place.
A
tea garden occupied the very site of the present underground
railway station at King's Cross; others jostled each other
on the spot which is now a very wilderness of railway bridges
and shunting grounds behind the great termini in the Euston
Road. As time went on such places spread over a tract of country
which included Bayswater on one hand and Stepney on the other,
stretched out to Kilburn and Hampstead, Hornsey and Dalston,
and studded generously the whole district so included with
these open-air entertainments, the names of whose springs
or proprietors or attractions are yet preserved in the names
of the streets which to-day cover their ancient delights.
In
the very centre of that grimy district of Clerkenwell, for
example, on a spot which has recently been again restored
to light and air by the opening of Rosebery Avenue from the
Gray's Inn Road to King's Cross Road, Was situate a very typical
tea garden of the last century, Islington Spa, or the New
Tunbridge Wells. The place could boast a respectable antiquity
before its end came, for it offered its attractions to the
subjects of King James the Second and of Queen Victoria alike,
and its doings provided copy for such widely separated historians
of their times as Ned Ward and Pierce Egan.
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