And again he chronicles (April 24th, 1665) a visit to the Park. “But the King being there, and I now-a-days being doubtful of being seen in any pleasure, did part from the town, and away out of the Park to Knightsbridge, and there ate and drank in the coach and so home.” Spring Gardens was at this time a name applied to almost all places of outdoor recreation, the appellation being borrowed from the celebrated garden near Charing Cross. But Pepys speaks also of a place of entertainment called “The World’s End,” at Knightsbridge, which I believe could have been only the sign adopted by the owner of this garden for his house. Pepys, on another occasion relating that he went forth to Hyde Park, was “_too __soon to go in_, so went on to Knightsbridge, and there ate and drank at the World’s End, where we had good things, and then back to the Park, and there till night, being fine weather, and much company.” (“Diary,” May 9th, 1669.) Again, on May 31st in the same year, he records going “to the World’s End, a drinking-house by the Park, and there merry, and so home late.” Congreve, in his “Love for Love,” alludes, in a regular woman’s quarrel, to the place:— _Mrs. Frail_.—Pooh, here’s a clutter!—Why should it reflect upon you?—I don’t doubt but you have thought yourself happy in a hackney coach before now. If I had gone to Knightsbridge, or to Chelsea, or to Spring Garden, or Barn Elms, with a man alone—something might have been said. _Mrs. Foresight_.—Why, was I ever in any of those places! What do you mean, sister? _Mrs. Frail_.—Was I? what do you mean? _Mrs. Foresight_.—You have been at a worse place. _Mrs. Frail_.—I at a worse place, and with a man! _Mrs. Foresight_.—I suppose you would not go alone to the World’s End? _Mrs. Frail_.—The World’s End! What do you mean to banter me? _Mrs. Foresight_.—Poor innocent; you don’t know that there is a place called the World’s End. I’ll swear you can keep your countenance—surely you’ll make an admirable player. _Mrs. Frail_.—I’ll swear you have a great deal of impudence, and, in my mind, too much for the stage. _Mrs. Foresight_.—Very well, that will appear who has most. You never were at the World’s End? _Mrs. Frail_.—No. _Mrs. Foresight_.—You deny it positively to my face? _Mrs. Frail_.—Your face! what’s your face? _Mrs. Foresight_.—No matter for that, it is as good a face as yours. _Mrs. Frail_.—Not by a dozen years’ wearing. But I do deny it, positively, to your face, then. _Mrs. Foresight_.—I’ll allow you now to find fault with my face; for I’ll swear your impudence has put me out of countenance. But look you here now; where did you lose this gold bodkin?—Oh, sister!—oh, sister! _Mrs. Frail_.—My bodkin! _Mrs. Foresight_.—Nay, it is yours—look at it.