[50] Ram Alley was on the south side of Fleet Street, between
        Sergeants’ Inn and Mitre Court; Fuller’s Rents is now Fulwood
        Place, Holborn; Baldwin’s Gardens runs from Gray’s Inn Road to
        Leather Lane; Montague Close was on the Southwark side, near
        London Bridge; Dead Man’s Place was a crooked street at the east
        end of Bankside.

The Life of THOMAS ANDERSON, a Scotch Thief

Amongst a multitude of tragical adventures it is with some satisfaction that I mention the life of a person who was of the number of those few which take warning in time, and having once felt the rod of affliction, fear it ever afterwards.

Thomas Anderson was the son of reputable parents in the city of Aberdeen, in Scotland.  His father was of the number of those unhappy people who went over to Darien when the Scots made their settlement there in the reign of the late King William, his son Thomas being left under the care of his mother then a widow.  By this his education suffered, and he was put apprentice to a glazier, although his father had been a man of some fashion, and the boy always educated with hopes of living genteelly.  However, he is not the first that has been so deceived, though he took it so to heart that at first going to his master his grief was so great as had very nigh killed him.  He continued, however, with his master two years, and then making bold with about nine guineas of his, and thirteen of his mother’s, he procured a horse and made the greatest speed he could to Edinburgh.

Tom was sensible enough that he should be pursued, and hearing of a ship ready to sail from Leith for London, he went on board it, and in five days’ time having a fair wind they arrived in the river of Thames.  As soon as he got on shore Tom had the precaution to take lodging in a little street near Bur Street in Wapping, there he put his things; and his stock now being dwindled to twelve guineas, he put two of them in his fob, with his mother’s old gold watch, which he had likewise brought along with him, and then went out to see the town.  He had not walked far in Fleet Street, whither he had conveyed himself by boat, but he was saluted by a well-dressed woman, in a tone almost as broad as his own.  Conscious of what he had committed he thought it was somebody that knew him and would have taken him up.  He turned thereupon pale, and started.  The woman observing his surprise, said, Sir, I beg your pardon I took you for one Mr. Johnson, of Hull, my near relation; but I see you are not the same gentleman, though you are very like him.