The Gazette of April 14, 1684, contains another order relative to these licenses: "All persons concerned are hereby desired to take notice of and suppress all mountebanks, rope-dancers, ballad-singers, &c. that have not a license from the Master of his Majesty's Revels (which, for this present year, are all printed with black letters, and the King's Arms in red) and particularly Samuel Rutherford and ---- Irish, mountebanks, and William Bevel and Richard Olsworth; and all those that have licenses with red and black letters, are to come to the office to change them for licenses as they are now altered." The origin of our early cries might be ascribed to the parent of invention. An industrious man finding perhaps his trade running slack, might have ventured abroad with his whole stock, and by making his case known, invited his neighbours to purchase; and this mode of vending commodities being adopted by others, probably established the custom of itinerant hawkers, to the great and truly serious detriment of those housekeepers who contributed to support their country by the payment of their taxes. An Act was passed in the reign of James the First, and is thus noticed in a work entitled, "Legal Provisions for the Poor, by S. C. of the Inner Temple, 1713." "All Pedlars, Petty-chapmen, Tinkers, and Glass-men, _per Statute_ 21 _Jac._ 28, _abroad_, especially if they be unknown, or have not a sufficient testimonial, and though a man have a certain habitation, yet if he goes about from place to place selling small wares, he is punishable by the 39 Eliz." Hawkers and Pedlars are obliged at this time, in consequence of an Act passed in the reign of King George the Third, to take out a license. Originally the common necessaries of life were only sold in the _streets_, but we find as early as the reign of Elizabeth that cheese-cakes were to be had at the small _house_ near the Serpentine River in Hyde Park. It is a moated building, and to this day known under the appellation of the "Queen's Cheese-cake House."[5] There were also other houses for the sale of cheese-cakes, and those at Hackney and Holloway were particularly famous. The landlord of the latter employed people to cry them about the streets of London; and within the memory of the father of the present writer an old man delivered his cry of "Holloway Cheese-cakes," in a tone so whining and slovenly, that most people thought he said "All my teeth ache." Indeed among persons who have been long accustomed to cry the articles they have for sale, it is often impossible to guess at what they say. An instance occurs in an old woman who has for a length of time sold mutton dumplings in the neighbourhood of Gravel Lane. She may be followed for a whole evening, and all that can be conjectured from her utterance is "Hot mutton trumpery."