 Gweithio, mae'r hyn yn ysgrifennu, ydych yn ff arrowwyr o'i brydau a'r cyfnodol. Ym Mwysigol Llywodraeth Ffwydigol yn y gafodd y gallw'r ddweud mewn gwirionedd o'i gafodd i'r cyffredig. Mae'r datel yn y gyrsfyrdd sy'n ddechrau 1719. Mae'r ddiwg hefyd yn yma, wrth gwrs, yn yr ysgrifennu. Gyllid, nes yn y mwr o ran i'r rôl i mewn i gynhyrchu, ond iddo sy'r rôl i'r cyntafol i'r mwynhau, yn meddwl i'r lle iawn a'r pethau fel y brifetio diwyddiad. Er mwynheadd oedd y torrad a'r hunain ac yn ddullt diwyddiad o'r iechyd, sy'n mewn lefawr am yr unrhyw pryd i'r cymdeithlu. Felly, ydych chi'n gwondol? Yn 10 ym 5 sy'n llyffyr yma, Mr Gill. John Stur, wrth fy nghymru yw'r wyth iawn, yw'r gwrdd ar 1525 ar Llynedd, a hynny'n meddwl o gynllunio gymryd ac yn mynd i'r rhagorod gyda'r ymchwil i Paresiol I Cwm. Pryddoedd yn ei ddweud ar y cyfnod i'r cyfrifiad ar y cyfnod, ond rydyn ni'n wneud ar y cyfrifiad? Rydyn ni'n gwybod o'r gweithio'r oed, oherwydd i'r cyfrifiad o'r cyfrifiad o'r cyfrifiad o'r gyfrifiad? I found no record of his education, although he's Latin, and scholarly, he couldn't do excellent. Stowe's Method and Stritcher provide a variant of the first history of London. In his day, the city was a cramped and primitive town, given to disease and drunkenness, and a riotous assembly, just like it's self and wherever it is today. And yet, from our city's teeming alleys and sworn streets yielded for Shakespeare, Rallish, Sydney and Macon, and London rose to become the most flourishing city in the realm, may I not say, in the Europe? Indeed, Mr Secretary. There the word. Proceed. In section heading city divided into parts, half the text of the survey is a significant amount, given to walls, water supplies, bridges, gates, defences, schools, courts, laws and parish records, extensive parish registers. You, sir, are a scholar, and you live in these enlightened times, you will appreciate that anyone chasing their ancestry must of necessity go to parish records, must we not? If we have not records, what do we have? The dark ages, do we not? Thank you, Mr President. Thankfully, Mr Stowe provides a census of 150 parish churches and their records, or which he nearly doesn't. Survived the fires some 50 years ago. Of course, a great many of our guests and most of our members will be young enough to remember that great fire of 1666. There you go, sir. I can see you have aged and has spent enough. Do you want to see some pretty sights? One such of the Casualtych Confrigatio, whilst St. Lawrence Dury makes the Guild Hall, whose records and records of edithism are all unparagated to action. Had it not been for stones and paints to provide for posterity, its registers and endowments, and indeed location, Sir Christopher Redd could not have rebuilt these of any records of consequence. Yet Stowe is not without inconsequence. Did you say inconsequence? Indeed I did, Mr Secretary. Learned guests and honoured members inconsequence. Stowe describes a reliquary or a curiosity in the vaults of this great church. In the vaults is held a shankbone of some 45 inches long. A shankbone of a man it is. Surely, Mr Gale, of an orifodd. Time, Mr Secretary. Four minutes, Mr Gale. Every man in the city, from 1st in 1189, and each of his successes thrown through to 1602, is listed. Most of the elders in the zone are not eating man, although the fishmunder William Woolworth eats for stabbing the most tidier in the peasants' vaults. Woolworth focused tidier in the vitals during the mobs encounter with Richard II in 1381. Tire was carried to a nearby St Barth hospital, where, as it was not the best interest of his service, he survived. He had a little grace for dark. Now, Stowe details for us too the achievements of Sir Richard Whittington. Four times, Lord Mayor of London. You mean, of course, the magnificent dick. Now, he made his fortune thanks to the Australian cloth, and the rational abilities of his cat. And his magnificence paid for a vast public privilege. A vast public privy. The first of its kind in London. Sanitas, sanitatum omnia sanitas. Wouldn't you agree, precisely, Mr President, that Sir Gatius then was prudent guests? Whittington was London's pioneer of public health. I closed my introduction on an item more personal to Stowe himself, but on a matter of particularly grubbling your hands that shaped our city. It is narrated on the account of Broad Street Ward, where, closer to Austin Fryth, where the Dreg is more now stands, Lord Thomas Cromwell, roughly in the sun of the Putton Blacksley, who rose to become Chief Minister to Henry VIII, built himself a grand house on the property of the friary he had torn down. Lord Cromwell then proceeded to have a move. The fence has been nearby. I have to take it into his property, some 22 feet, into their garden space to walk a man to his own. This garden, fellow members and esteemed guests, belongs to none other than Stowe's own father. Cromwell had caused the house to be loose from the ground, and better pod rollers into my father's garden than 22 feet. No man does argue with Lord Cromwell, but each man lost his land, and my father paid a whole rent for half that was left. Regrettably, we too live in an age of extortion of land walls. Regrettably, we do, Mr Secretary. Stowe concludes his observation with the summarising of some men in some masses to forget themselves. I hope my introduction to Stowe's surname is met with favourable acceptance. I should keep no longer for your quarryl, and I thank you for your kind attention. We return our thanks to Mr Gale for his presence. The compendial of material gathered by Mr Stowe and the encouragement he provides to those of us who follow in his footsteps, we would do well to carry forth as our guide. I commend this, our first acquisition for the society. Let father time shake his last, and let us disperse for our pleasure. Meetings down to turn.