The old tavern has given place to the exigencies of modern commerce (1897). The ghost of _Little Swills_ may still linger in the neighbourhood, but the musical evenings of the past are silent, being now superseded by the prosaics of ordinary business. The real SOL’S ARMS still exists, _No._ 65 _Hampstead Road_, _N.W._, at the corner of Charles Street, once known as Sol’s Row. Its name was derived from the “Sol’s Society,” whose meetings, held therein, were of a Masonic character. It has been suggested that Dickens transferred the style and name of this house to the neighbourhood of Chancery Lane, as above. Coming now into Chancery Lane, we may observe, nearly opposite the old gateway of Lincoln’s Inn, Cursitor Street, a thoroughfare leading eastward from the Lane. It will be noticed that the houses in this street are comparatively of recent erection, and we may now look in vain for COAVINSES’ CASTLE, which has been swept away by the besom of modern destruction and improvement. This old sponging-house flourished (in the days of Harold Skimpole) on the left of the street, on the site now occupied by _Lincoln’s Inn Chambers_, No. 1. At a short distance in Cursitor Street (No. 9) we come to a turning on the left to _Took’s Court_, referred to in “Bleak House” as _Cook’s Court_, in which was Mr. Snagsby’s Residence AND LAW STATIONER’S SHOP. The court is not a long one, and consists mainly of offices connected with the legal profession. The location of Mr. Snagsby’s shop was at the central corner on the left, the site being now occupied by modern offices and stores. “The little drawing-room upstairs” is described as commanding “A view of Cook’s Court at one end (not to mention a squint into Cursitor Street) and of Coavins’s, the Sheriff’s Officer’s, backyard on the other.” The memorable, but now non-existent room, as prepared for the reception of the _Rev. Mr. Chadband_ (Chaplain-in-Ordinary to Mrs. Snagsby), who was “endowed with the gift of holding forth for four hours at a stretch.” On that occasion, it will be remembered that Poor Jo—brought to Cook’s Court by a police constable—was eloquently addressed by the reverend gentleman, but was not greatly edified by his admonitions. “At this threatening stage of the discourse, Jo, who seems to have been gradually going out of his mind, smears his right arm over his face, and gives a terrible yawn. Mrs. Snagsby indignantly expresses her belief that he is a limb of the arch-fiend.” Returning by Chancery Lane, on the left hand, we may note _Bream’s Buildings_, as being the northern boundary of the former site of Symond’s Inn, which hence extended onward to No. 22.