Walking without any definite object through St. Paul's Churchyard, a little
while ago, we happened to turn down a street entitled 'Paul's-chain,' and
keeping straight forward for a few hundred yards, found ourself, as a natural
consequence, in Doctors' Commons. Now Doctors' Commons being familiar by name
to everybody, as the place where they grant marriage-licenses to love-sick
couples, and divorces to unfaithful ones; register the wills of people who
have any property to leave, and punish hasty gentlemen who call ladies by
unpleasant names, we no sooner discovered that we were really within its
precincts, than we felt a laudable desire to become better acquainted
therewith; and as the first object of our curiosity was the Court, whose
decrees can even unloose the bonds of matrimony, we procured a direction to
it; and bent our steps thither without delay.
Crossing a quiet and shady court-yard, paved with stone, and frowned upon
by old red brick houses, on the doors of which were painted the names of
sundry learned civilians, we paused before a small, green-baized,
brass-headed-nailed door, which yielding to our gentle push, at once admitted
us into an old quaint-looking apartment, with sunken windows, and black carved
wainscoting, at the upper end of which, seated on a raised platform, of
semicircular shape, were about a dozen solemn-looking gentlemen, in crimson
gowns and wigs.