And so to Streatham, once rightly "Streatham, Surrey," in the postal address, but now merely "Streatham, S.W." A world of significance lies in that apparently simple change, which means that it is now in the London Postal District. Even so early as 1850 we read in Brayley's "History of Surrey" that "the village of Streatham is formed by an almost continuous range of villas and other respectable dwellings." Respectable! I should think so, indeed! Conceive the almost impious inadequacy of calling the Streatham Hill mansions of City magnates "respectable." As well might one style the Alps "pretty"! But this spot was not always of such respectability, for about 1730 there stood a gibbet on Streatham Hill, by the fifth milestone, and from it hung in chains the body of one "Jack Gutteridge," a highwayman duly executed for robbing and murdering a gentleman's servant here. The place was long afterwards known as "Jack Gutteridge's Gate." [Illustration: Streatham Common] Streatham--the Ham (that is to say the home, or the hamlet) on the Street--emphatically in those Saxon times when it first obtained its name, _the_ Street--was probably so named to distinguish it from some other settlement situated in the mud. In that era, when hard roads were few, a paved way could be, and very often was, made to stand godfather to a place, and thus we find so many Streatleys, Stratfords, Strattons, Streets, and Stroods on the map. Those "streets" were Roman roads. The particular "street" on which Streatham stood seems to have been a Roman road which came up from the coast by Clayton, St. John's Common, Godstone, and Caterham, a branch of the road to _Portus Adurni_, the Old Shoreham of to-day. Portions of it were discovered in 1780, on St. John's Common, when the Brighton turnpike road through that place was under construction. It was from 18 to 20 feet wide, and composed of a bed of flints, grouted together, 8 inches thick. Narrowly avoiding Croydon, it reached Streatham by way of Waddon (where there is one of the many "Cold Harbours" associated so intimately with Roman roads) and joined the present Brighton Road midway between Croydon and Thornton Heath Pond, at what used to be Broad Green. [Sidenote: DOCTOR JOHNSON] There are no Roman remains at twentieth-century Streatham, and there are very few even of the eighteenth century. The suburbs have absorbed the village, and Dr. Johnson himself and Thrale Place are only memories. "All flesh is grass," said the Preacher, and therefore Dr. Johnson, whose bulky figure we may put at the equivalent of a truss of hay, is of course but an historic name; but bricks and mortar last immeasurably longer than those who rear them, and his haunts might have been still extant but for the tragical nearness of Streatham to London and that "ripeness" of land for building which has abolished many a pleasant and an historic spot.