Book. Ver. Quarrels for the wall to be avoided....... iii, 213 iii, 251 Reader, the Author addresses him...................... iii, 393 Scavengers, their duty......... ....... i, 15 Stage-coaches, an obeservation upon them i, appearance..... Shoes, when to provide them........ 25 i, 23 what sort improper for Walkers.... i, 33 Surtout, kersey, its description...... i, 55 i, 183 35 Swithin, St. his festival...... ii, 67 tered Snowy weather.......... ........ Book. Ver. ii, 320 Shoes, how to free them from snow........ ii, 325 frosty morning.. ..... ii, 337 Saturday, by what observations to know it ii, 422 Thames-street...... Trades offensive to the smell.... Tea-drinkers, a necessary caution to them ii, 296 ii, 400 ii, 244 ii, 246 i, 245 i, 97 i, 172 Umbrella, its use.. Vulcan in love with a milkmaid.......... advice to him........ Venice, the streets of it................. Vaults, an observation upon them........ Vulcan metamorphosed to a country farrier i, 253 rables....... the inventor of pattens..... Upholder, where he frequents...... Winter, the beginning of it described...... i, Weather, signs of cold.... ...... signs of fair...... signs of rainy... i, 263 i, 275 ii, 470 1 i, 133 i, 142 i, 157 47 i, 202 i, 205 i, 125 Witney broad-cloth proper for horsemen.. i, Wig compared to Alecto's snakes................. what to be worn in a mist....... Waterman, judicious in the weather........ i, 163 Winds, whistling, what they foretel......... i, 169 ........... Walker distressed by a foot-ball...... free from diseases..... Book. Ver. ii, 347 ....... ii, 361 ii, 416 ii, 502 ii, 506 Water, the danger of being upon it........ ii, 515 them...... Wheelbarrows, how they prejudice Walk- ers......... Whore, how to know one....... iii, 101 ....... Whores, the streets where they ply. iii, 259 them... iii, 307 their signal to their fellows.. iii, 311 Yeoman, a dreadful story of one............................ iii, 285 .......... 242 TO MR. POPE, ON HIS HAVING FINISHED HIS TRANSLATION OF HOMER'S ILIAD. A WELCOME FROM GREECE. LONG hast thou, friend! been absent from my soil, Like patient Ithacus at siege of Troy; I have been witness of thy six years' toil, Thy daily labours, and thy night's annoy; Lost to thy native land, with great turmoil, On the wide sea, oft threatening to destroy: Methinks with thee I've trod Sigæan ground, And heard the shores of Hellespont resound. Did I not see thee when thou first sett'st sail To seek adventures fair in Homer's land? Did I not' see thy sinking spirits fail, And wish thy bark had never left the strand? Ev'n in mid ocean often didst thou quail, And oft lift up thy holy eye and hand, Praying the Virgin dear, and saintly choir, Back to the port to bring thy bark entire. Cheer up, my friend! thy dangers now are o'er; Methinks-nay, sure the rising coasts appear; Hark! how the guns salute from either shore, As thy trim vessel cuts the Thames so fair : Shouts answering shouts from Kent and Essex roar, And bells break loud through every gust of air: Bonfires do blaze, and bones and cleavers ring, As at the coming of some mighty king. |