The Signs Of Old London

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The little wooden midshipman outside Solomon Gillis’ chandlery, 157 Leadenhall St
Even though most of the signs of old London were destroyed in the Great Fire of 1666, a few created just after that date survive today in the City – anachronisms affixed to modern buildings, as if they were Penny Blacks stuck onto Jiffy padded envelopes. Yet in the Bishopsgate Institute archive, I found plenty of atmospheric pictures of curious stone plaques which lasted into the era of photography, only to be destroyed by the blitz and subsequent redevelopment.
It was Charles I who gave people the right to hang out signs as they pleased, when once they were restricted to innkeepers – “for the better finding out such citizens’ dwellings, shops, pubs or occupations, without impediment, molestation, or interruption to their heirs or successors.” An elaborate language of symbols quickly grew in the common understanding, such as a dragon for an apothecary, a sugar loaf for a grocer, a wheatsheaf for a baker, a frying pan for a confectioner, and – as still seen in Spitalfields today – a spool for a silk weaver.
As time went by, the meanings of the signs became more complex and arcane as shops changed ownership but retained the signs as identifiers of the buildings. James Maddox, the coffin maker at St Olaves had the symbol of three coffins and a sugarloaf, the sugarloaf because it was a former grocers and three coffins as his personal device. Opposite St Dunstan’s in Fleet St, a sign of three squirrels first put up by Henry Pinkley the goldsmith in 1649, was appropriated by the bankers who moved in afterwards, and this symbol of the three squirrels continued to be used by the National Westminster Bank until the mid-twentieth century.
Lombard St was once famed for its array of magnificent signs, and eighteenth century prints show quaint symbols hung upon elaborate wrought iron brackets outside every single premises in Cornhill and Cheapside. Anticipating our modern concern with brands and logos, these devices suited the city before streets were numbered and when many of the populace did not read. But during heavy weather and in strong wind, these monstrous signs creaked and groaned – and, in 1718, a huge sign in Bride St collapsed killing four people and taking part of the shop front with it. Such was the severity of the problem of the forest of hanging signs crowding the streets of London, that a commission was appointed in 1762 to take them all down and fix them onto the shopfronts – thereby creating the modern notion of the fascia sign declaring the identity of the premises.
“The Commissioners are empowered to take down and remove all signs and emblems, used to denote the trade, occupation or calling – any sign posts, sign boards, sign irons, balconies, penthouses, show boards, spouts and gutters projecting into the streets etc, and all other encroachments and projections whatsoever in the said cities and liberties – and cause the same, or such parts thereof as they think fit to be affixed or placed on the front of the houses, shops, alehouses or buildings to which they belong.”
Street numbers were only in partial use at the beginning of the eighteenth century, becoming widespread by the end of the century as a standardised system to identify properties. Although many were reluctant to give up the language of signs and symbols, by the middle of the nineteenth century, the signs were commonly replaced by the familiar pattern of a board with signwriting above the shopwindow. Most of the decorative signs to found in the City of London today are pastiches created a hundred years ago as nostalgic tributes to a bygone age, though two favourites of mine are the golden owl on the House of Fraser, facing South over London Bridge, and the figure of Atlas holding up the globe on the exterior of Barclays in Cheapside.
Just three signs remain in common usage, the barbers’ pole (with its bloody red and white stripe recalling when barbers were also surgeons), the chemists’ pestle and mortar, and the pawnbrokers’ three balls – originally blue, they turned gold in the early nineteenth century and are said to be based upon the crest of the Dukes of Medici, itself derived from coins taken by Crusaders from Byzantium.
At the sign of the Fox in Lombard St.
At the sign of the Three Kings in Lombard St.
At the sign of the Half Moon in Holywell St, off the Strand.
A physician.
A locksmith.
At the sign of the Lamb & Flag
The grasshopper, symbol of industry and personal emblem of Sir Thomas Gresham who founded the Royal Exchange, is to be found all over the City of London even today.
At the sign of Three Squirrels in Fleet St.
At the sign of the Bull & Mouth in Aldgate.
This was the symbol of the Cutlers.
Child’s bank at the sign of the Marigold in Temple Bar.
In Ely Place, off Hatton Garden – this mitre came from an episcopal palace and was set into the wall of a public house.
The maid of the Mercer’s company is still to be seen in Corbet Court off Gracechurch St.
An old sign that remains in situ outside St Paul’s tube station.“When ye have sought the Citty round, yet still this is the highest ground. August 27th 1698”
“- an old sign affixed to a modern building, like a Penny Black stuck onto a Jiffy padded envelope.”
Photographs courtesy Bishopsgate Institute













































Very interesting!
It certainly pays to look up when you’re out and about, we so often miss fascinating things from days gone by.
This is a fascinating insight into these old symbols.
Very intrigued to see – uncaptioned – amongst these images the Three Legs of Man, where I live. Do you know where this stone was to be found? The Three Legs of Man can be differentiated from those of Sicily in that they are armed, whereas those of Sicily are usually shown as naked. The Sicilian symbol also has a head, possibly of Medusa, at the centre. Both are now customarily depicted as running anti-clockwise, but the Manx version has at times in the past appeared as running the other direction.
Thankyou, as always, for the daily treat which the Gentle Author offers!
As soon as I saw the sign for “Bull and Mouth”, I felt a strong resonance for a favorite sign here in the US — the mad/grinning face that has become the logo for Coney Island. This full-frontal
visage does more than invite us — he is downright DARING us to come and enjoy the thrills and spills of the old amusement park. His eternal optimism, the glaring manic smile showing a zillion teeth, and the unblinking eye contact — No wonder these features have such a storied
history in signage!? — both in your neck of the woods, and mine.
I can only imagine the old streets of Londontown, replete with fascinating signs. I suspect there was a healthy competition between merchants to have the most chat-worthy sign, leading to
endless great mascots/logos/symbols. Thanks, GA for shining a light.
Lovely stuff,
I do love a London Sign.
Great photos as usual and another top class entry to your wonderful blog.
I am still waiting for…..
“The Boot Scrapers Of Old London.”
On to think about.
Thank you.
Mark
A fascinating topic. There’s nowhere quite like the City where I worked from 1960, successively in Fenchurch Street, Creechurch Lane, Dowgate Hill (Tallow Chandlers’ Hall) and Cannon Street. Unless I’m mistaken, Atlas holding the globe in Cheapside was the City Office of the former Atlas Insurance Company (not sure whether it was also the Company’s Head Office). Insurance companies were another source of evocative signs: the golden Phoenix in King William Street facing down towards London Bridge (is it still there?), and doubtless others. In recent years due to amalgamations, or other reasons, nearly all of the insurance companies I remember from 65 years ago have disappeared. I think the Inns of Court and City churches will also richly reward similar searching. Thank you for this nostalgic experience!