Knowing fellows are the porters who hang about this neighbourhood; you can tell that they have not plied there for years without picking up "a thing or two;" they appear almost as "'cute" as the learned proctors themselves; and should you find yourself the possessor of a fat legacy, and be so ignorant as to apply to these white-aproned messengers as to the best way of getting it at once, they will undertake to introduce you to a gentleman, who, from what you hear, you almost believe to be so clever that he could whip your name into a will if he chose, and obtain for you a fortune, if even you had no legal claim to a single shilling. "God bless you, sir, we knows plenty of people what's got thousands as never expected to have a blessed mag whatsomdever." And green countrymen follow these plump images of Hope, and treat them to whatever they please to take. Besides the Prerogative Will-Office, Doctors' Commons contains the Court of Arches, a name well known to all the readers of newspapers; the Court of Faculties and Dispensation, having a good deal to do with marriage-licenses, and many other less lawful matters; the Consistory Court of the Bishop of London, and the High Court of Admiralty, so that "all is fish" which falls into the net of these courts--from a lady running away from her husband, to one ship running down another. A captive of Cupid's or a capture in war, is all the same to these able practitioners, where either the owner or the husband of the Nancy Dawson may find redress--for either ship or spouse come alike to advocate or proctor. Here we have, also, the Heralds' College, well worthy of notice, as it contains many curious rolls and valuable manuscripts. At the bottom of Bennet's-hill stood Paul's-wharf--a famous landing-place before the Great Fire; the church still bears the name of St. Bennet, Paul's-wharf. Here Knightrider-street and Carter-lane extend in the line of the river. Carter-lane has become classic ground, through one Richard Quyney having directed a letter from the Bell Inn, which formerly stood there, to Shakspeare. Little did Quyney dream how much the handwriting of the poet he was then addressing would one day be valued--of the hundreds of pilgrims who would visit the adjoining Court to see the will of Shakspeare. The society which bears his name are doing "good service" by hunting up and publishing such records as these, for they throw a charm around the old poetical neighbourhood of Blackfriars Bridge, and give to such places as Carter-lane an interest which they never before possessed; "For there is link'd unto a poet's name A spell that can command the voice of fame."