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Next oranges the longing boys entice, To trust their copper fortunes to the dice. When rosemary, and bays, the poet's crown, Are bawl'd, in frequent crics, through all the town, Then judge the festival of Christmas near, Christmas, the joyous period of the year. Now with bright holly all your temples strow, With laurel green, and sacred misletoe. Now, heaven-born Charity thy blessings shed; Bid meagre Want uprear her sickly head; Bid shivering limbs be warn; let Plenty’s bowl In humble roofs make glad the needy soul! See, see! the heaven-born maid her blessings shed; Lo, meagre Want uprears her sickly head; Cloth'd are the naked, and the needy glad, While seifish Avarice alone is sad. Proud coaches pass, regardless of the moan Of infant orphans, and the widow's groan; While Charity still moves the walker's mind, His liberal purse relieves the lame and blind. Judiciously thy halfpence are bestow'd, Where the laborious beggar sweeps the road. Whate'er you give, give ever at demand, Nor let old age long stretch his palsy'd hand. Those who give late are importun'd each day, And still are teas'd, because they still delay. 460 lf e'er the miser durst his faithings spare, He thinly spreads them thro' the public square, Where, all beside the rail, rang'd beggars lie, And from each other catch the doleful cry; [score, With Heaven, for two-pence, cheaply wipes his Lifts up his eyes, and hastes to beggar more. Where the brass-knocker, wrapt in flannel band, Forbids the thunder of the foots,an's hand; To upholder, rueful harbinger of Death, Waits with impatience for the dying breath; 470 As vultures o'er the camp, with hovering flight, Stuff up the future carnage of the fight. I'ere canst thou pass, unmindful of a prayer, That Heaven in mercy may thy brother spare? Come, Fortescue, sincere, experienc'd friend, Thy briefs, thy deeds, and ev'n thy fees suspend; Come, let us leave the Temple's silent walls, Me business to my distant lodging calls; "I hrough the long Strand together let us stray; With thee conversing, I forget the way. 480 Behold that narrow street which steep descends, Whose building to the slimy shore extends; Here Arundel's fam'd structure rear'd its frame, The street alone retains the empty name. Where Titian's glowing paint the canvas warm’d, And Raphael's fair design, with judgment, charm’d, Now hangs the bellman's song, and pasted here The colour'd prints of Overton appear. Where statues breath'd the works of Phidias' hands, A wooden pump, or lonely watch-house, stands. There Essex' stately pile adorn'd the shore, 491 There Cecil's, Bedford's, Villiers', now no more. Yet Burlington's fair palace still remains; Beauty within, without proportion, reigns. Beneath his eye declining art revives, The wall with animated picture lives; There Handel strikes the strings, the melting strain Transports the soul, and thrills through every vein; There oft I enter, (but with cleaner shoes) For Burlington's belov'd by every Muse. O ye associate walkers! O my friends! Upon your state what happiness attends! What though no coach to frequent visit rolls, Nor for your shilling chairmen sling their poles;

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Yet still your nerves rheumatic pains defy, Nor lazy jaundice dulls your saffron eye; No wasting cough discharges sounds of death, Nor wheezing asthma heaves in vain for breath; Nor from your restless couch is heard the groan Of burning gout, or sedentary stone. 510. Let others in the jolting coach confide, Or in the leaky boat the Thames divide; Or, box'd within the chair, contemn the street, And trust their safety to another's feet: Still let me walk; for oft the sudden gale Ruffles the tide, and shifts the dangerous sail; Then shall the passenger too late deplore The whelming billow, and the faithless oar; The drunken chairman in the kennel spurns, The glasses shatters, and his charge o'erturns. 520 Who can recount the coach's various harms, The legs disjointed, and the broken arms ? I’ve seen a beau, in some ill-fated hour, When o'er the stones choak'd kennels swell the shower, In gilded chariot loll; he with disdain Views spatter'd passengers all drench'd in rain. With mud fill'd high, the rumbling cart draws near; Now rule thy prancing steeds, lac'd charioteer: The dustman lashes on with spiteful rage, 529 His ponderous spokes thy painted wheel engage; Crush'd is thy pride, down falls the shrieking beau, The slabby pavement crystal fragments strow ; Black floods of mire th’ embroider'd coat disgrace, And mud enwraps the honours of his face. So, when dread Jove the son of Phocbus hurl’d, Scar'd with dark thunder, to the nether world, The headstrong coursers tore the silver reins, And the Sun's beamy ruin gilds the plains. If the pale walker pant with weakening ills, His sickly hand is stor'd with friendly bills: 540 From hence he learns the seventh-born doctor's fame, From hence he learns the cheapest taylor's name. Shall the large mutton smoke upon your boards 2 Such Newgate's copious market best affords. Would'st thou with mighty beef augment thy meal? Seek Leaden-hall; St. James's sends thee veal; Thames-street gives cheeses; Covent-garden fruits; Moor-fields old books; and Monmouth-street old suits. Hence mayst thou well supply the wants of life, Support thy family, and clothe thy wife. 550 Volumes on shelter'd stalls expanded lie, And various science lures the learned eye; The bending shelves with ponderous scholiasts groan, And deep divines, to modern shops unknown: Here, like the bee, that on industrious wing Collects the various odours of the Spring, Walkers, at leisure, learning's flowers may spoil, Nor watch the wasting of the midnight oil ; May morals snatch from Plutarch's tatter'd page, A mildew'd Bacon, or Stagyra's sage : 550 Here sauntering 'prentices o'er Otway weep, O'er Congreve smile, or over D'Urfey sleep; Pleas'd sempstresses the Lock's fam'd Rape unfold; And Squirts 'read Garth, till apozems grow cold. O Lintot let my labours obvious lie, Rang'd on thy stall, for every curious eye So shall the poor these precepts gratis know, And to my verse their future safeties owe.

: An apothecary's boy, in The Dispensary,

What walker shall his mean ambition fix
On the false lustre of a coach and six *
Let the vain virgin, lur’d by glaring show,
Sigh for the liveries of th’ embroider'd beau.

See yon bright chariot on its braces swing,
With Flanders mares, and on an arched spring.
That wretch, to gain an equipage and place,
Betray'd his sister to a lewd embrace.
This coach, that with the blazon'd scutcheon

glows,

Vain of his unknown race, the coxcomb shows.
Here the brib'd lawyer, sunk in velvet, sleeps;
The starving orphau, as he passes, weeps;
There flames a fool, begirt with timsel slaves,
Who wastes the wealth of a whole race of knaves;
That other, with a clustering train behind,
Owes his new honours to a sordid mind!
This next in court-fidelity excels,
The public rifles, and his country sells.
May the proud chariot never be my fate,
If purchas'd at so mean, so dear a rate
Or rather give me sweet content on foot,
Wrapt in my virtue, and a good surtout!

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O Trivia, goddess' leave these low abodes, And traverse o'er the wide ethereal roads; Celestial queen! put on thy robes of light, Now Cynthia nam’d, fair regent of the might. At sight of thee, the villain sheaths his sword, Nor scales the wall, to steal the wealthy hoard. O may thy silver lamp from Heaven's high bower I)irect my footsteps in the midnight hour!

when Night first bids the twinkling stars appear, Or with her cloudy vest enwraps the air, 10 Then swarms the busy street; with caution tread, where the shop-windows’ falling threat thy head; Now labourers home return and join their strength ‘io bear the tottering plank, or ladder's length; Still fix thy eyes intent upon the throng, And, as the passes open, wind along.

Where the fair columns of St. Clement stand, Whose straiten’d bounds encroach upon the Strand; where the low penthouse bows the walker's head, And the rough pavement wounds the yielding

tread; 20 where not a post protects the narrow space, And, strung in twines, combs dangle in thy face; summon at once thy courage, rouze thy care, stand firm, look back, be resolute, beware. Forth issuing from steep lanes, the collier's steeds Drag the black load; another cart succeeds; Team follows team, crowds heap'd on crowds appear,

And wait impatient till the road grow clear.
Now all the pavement sounds with trampling feet,
And the mix'd hurry barricades the street. 30
Entangled here, the waggon's lengthen'd team
Cracks the tough harness; here a ponderous beam
Lies over-turn'd athwart; for slaughter fed,
Here lowing bullocks raise their horned head.

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Now oaths grow loud, with coaches coaches jar, -
And the smart blow provokes the sturdy war;
From the high box they whirl the thong around,
And with the twining lash their shins resound:
Their rage ferments, more dangerous wounds they

try, And the blood gushes down their painful eye. 40 And now on foot the frowning warriors light, And with their ponderous sists renew the fight; Blow answers blow, their cheeks are smear'd with blood, Till down they fall, and grappling roll in mud. So when two boars, in wild Ytene' bred, Or on Westphalia's fattening chesnuts fed, Gnash their sharp tusks, and, rouz'd with equal fire, Dispute the reign of some luxurious mire; In the black flood they wallow o'er and o'er, Till their arm'd jaws distil with foam and gore. 50 Where the mob gathers, swiftly shoot along, Nor idly mingle in the noisy throng: Lur’d by the silver hilt, amid the swarm, The subtle artist will thy side disarm. Nor is the flaxen wig with safety worn; High on the shoulder, in a basket borne, Lurks the sly boy, whose hand, to rapine bred, Plucks off the curling honours of thy head. Here dives the skulking thief, with practis'd sleight, And unfelt fingers make thy pocket light. 60 Where's now the watch, with all its trinkets, flown 2 And thy late snuff-box is no more thy own. But, lo! his bolder thefts some tradesman spies, Swift from his prey the scudding lurcher flies; Dext'rous he'scapes the coach with nimble bounds Whilst every honest tongue “stop thief!” re- So speeds the wily fox, alarm'd by fear, [sounds. Who lately filch'd the turkey's callow care; Hounds following hounds grow louder as he flies And injur'd tenants join the hunter's cries. > Breathless, he stumbling falls. Ill-fated boy! Why did not honest work thy youth employ? Seiz'd by rough hands, he's dragg'd amid the rout And stretch'd beneath the pump's incessant spout. Or, plung'd in miry ponds, he gasping lies, Mud chokes his mouth, and plaisters o'er his eyes. Let not the ballad-singer's shrilling strain Amid the swarm thy listening ear detain : Guard well thy pocket; for these Syrens stand – To aid the labours of the diving hand; 80 Confederate in the cheat, they draw the throng, And cambric handkerchiefs reward the song. But soon as coach or cart drives rattling on, The rabble part, in shoals they backward run. So Jove's loud bolts the mingled war divide, And Greece and Troy retreat on either side. If the rude throng pour on with furious pace, And hap to break thee from a friend's embrace, Stop short; nor struggle through the growd in vain, But watch with careful eye the passiug train. 90 Yet I, (perhaps too fond) if chance the tide Tumultuous bear my partner from my side, Impatient venture back; despising harm, I force my passage where the thickest swarm. Thus his lost bride the Trojan sought in vain Through night, and arms, and flames, and hills of slain. Thus Nisus wander'd o'er the pathless grove, To find the brave companion of his love.

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The pathless grove in vain he wanders o'er: Euryalus, alas! is now no more. That walker who, regardless of his pace, Turns oft to pore upon the damsel’s face, From side to side by thrusting elbows tost, Shall strike his aching breast against a post; Or water, dash'd from fishy stalls, shall stain His hapless coat with spirts of scaly rain. But, if unwarily he chance to stray Where twirling turnstiles intercept the way, The thwarting passenger shall force them round, And beat the wretch half breathless to the ground. Let constant vigilance thy footsteps guide, 111 And wary circumspection guard thy side; snight, Then shalt thou walk, unharm'd, the dangerous Nor need th' officious linkboy's smoky light. Thou never wilt attempt to cross the road, Where ale-house benches rest the porter's load, Grievous to heedless shins; no barrow's wheel, That bruises oft the truant school-boy's heel, Behind thee rolling, with insidious pace, Shall mark thy stocking with a miry trace. Let not thy venturous steps approach too nigh, Where, gaping wide, low steepy cellars lie. Should thy shoe wrench aside, down, down you fall, And overturn the scolding huckster's stall; The scolding huckster shall not o'er thee moan, But pence exact for nuts and pears o'erthrown. Though you through cleanlier allies wind by day, To shun the hurries of the public way, Yet ne'er to those dark paths by night retire; Mind only safety, and conteinn the mire. Then no impervious courts thy haste detain, Nor sneering alewives bid thee turn again. Where Lincoln’s-inn, wide space, is rail'd around, Cross not with venturous step; there oft is found The lurking thief, who, while the day-light shone, Made the walls echo with his begging tone: That crutch, which late compassion mov’d, shall wound Thy bleeding head, and fell thee to the ground. Though thou art tempted by the link-man's call, Yet trust him not along the lonely wall; 1 40 In the mid-way he'll quench the flaming brand, And share the booty with the pilfering band. Still keep the public streets, where oily rays, Shot from the crystal lamp, o'erspread the ways. Happy Augusta! law-defended town Here no dark lanterns shade the villain's frown; No Spanish jealousies thy lanes infest, Nor Roman vengeance stairs th' unwary breast; Here Tyranny ne'er lifts her purple hand, But Liberty and Justice guard the land; 150 No bravos here profess the bloody trade, Nor is the church the murderer's refuge made. Let not the chairman, with assuming stride, Press near the wall, and rudely thrust thy side: The laws have set him bounds; his servile feet Should ne'er encroach where posts defend the strect. Yet who the footman's arrogance can quell, Whose flambeau gilds the sashes of Pall-mall, When in long rank a train of torches flaine, To light the midnight visits of the daine * others, perhaps, by happier guidance led, May where the chairman rests with safety tread; Whene'er 1 pass, their poles (unseen below) Make my knee tremble with a jarring blow. If wheels bar up the road, where streets are crost, With gentle words the coachuad's car accost:

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And rudely shove thee far without the post

He ne'er the threat or harsh command obeys,
But with contempt the spatter'd shoe surveys.
Now man with utmost fortitude thy soul,
To cross the way where carts and coaches roll;
Yet do not in thy hardy skill conside,
Nor rashly risque the kennel's spacious stride;
Stay till afar the distant wheel you hear,
Like dying thunder in the breaking air;
Thy foot will slide upon the miry stone,
And passing coaches crush thy tortur’d bone,
Or wine, is enclose the road; on either hand
Pent round with perils, in the midst you stand,
And call for aid in vain; the coachman swears,
And carmen drive, unmindful of thy prayers. 159
Where wilt thou turn ? ah! whither wilt thou fly?
On every side the pressing spoks are migh.
So sailors, while Charybdis' gulph they shrin,
Amaz'd, on Scylla's craggy dangers run.
Be sure observe where brown ostrea stands,
Who boasts her shelly ware from Wallfleet sands;
There may'st thou pass with safe unmiry foet.
Where the rais'd pavement leads athwart the
street
If where Fleet-ditch with muddy current flows,
You chance to roam, where oyster-tubs in rows 1.99
Are rang'd beside the posts; there stay thy haste,
And with the savoury fish indulge thy taste:
The damsel’s knife the gaping shell commands,
While the salt liquor streams between her hands.
The man had sure a palate cover'd o'er
With brass or steel, that on the rocky shore
First broke the oozy oyster's pearly coat,
And risqu'd the living morsel down his throat.
What will not Luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air,
Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare : ow
Blood stuff'd in skins is British Christian’s food 2
And France robs marshes of the croaking brood!
Spungy unorels in strong ragouts are found,
And in the soup the slimy smail is drown'd.
When from high spouts the dashing torrents fall,
Ever be watchful to maintain the wall;
For, should'st thou quit thy ground, the rushing
throng
will with impetuous fury drive along;
All press to gain those honours thou hast lost,

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! Yet rather bear the shower, and toils of mud,

Than in the doubtful quarrel risque thy blood-
O think on Oedipus' detested state,
And by his woes be warn'd to shun thy fate.
Where three roads join'd, he met his sire un-
known ;
(Unhappy sire, but more unhappy son')
Each claim'd the way, their swords the strife decid
The hoary monarch fell, he groan'd, and died? --
Hence sprung the fatal plague that thinn'd thy
reign,
Thy cursed incest! and thy children slain'
Hence wert thou doom'd in endless night to stray
Thro' Theban streets, and cheerless grope thy way.
Contemplate, unortal, on thy fleeting years;
Sce, with black train the funeral pomp appears!
Whether some heir attends in sable state,
And mourns, with outward grief, a parent’s fate;
Or the fair virgin, nipt in beauty's bloom,
A crowd of lovers follow to her tomb : son
Why is the hearse with 'scutcheons blazon'd round,
And with the nodding plume of ostrich crown'd?

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No: the dead know it not, nor profit gain; It only serves to prove the living vain. How short is life! how frail is human trust! Is all this pomp for laying dust to dust? Where the nail'd hoop defends the painted stall, Brush not thy sweeping skirt too near the wall: Thy heedless sleeve will drink the colour'd oil, And spot indelible thy pocket soil. 240 Has not wise Nature strung the legs and feet With firmest nerve, design'd to walk the street? Has she not given us hands to grope aright, Amidst the frequent dangers of the night? And think'st thou not the double nostril meant, To warn from oily woes by previous scent? Who can the various city frauds' recite, With all the petty rapines of the night? Who now the guinea-dropper's bait regards, 249 Trick'd by the sharper's dice, or juggler's cards? Why should I warn thee ne'er to join the fray, Where the sham quarrel interrupts the way? Lives there in these our days so soft a clown, Brav'd by the bully's oaths, or threatening frown? I need not strict enjoin the pocket's care, When from the crowded play thou lead'st the fair; Who has not here or watch or snuff-box lost, Cr handkerchiefs that India's shuttle boast 2 O! may thy virtue guard thee through the roads Of Drury's mazy courts, and dark abodes! 260 The harlots' guileful paths, who nightly stand Where Catharine-street descends into the Strand 1 Say, vagrant Muse, their wiles and subtle arts, To lure the strangers' unsuspecting hearts: So shall our youth on healthful sinews tread, And city cheeks grow warm with rural red. 'Tis she who nightly strolls with sauntering pace, No stubborn stays her yielding shape embrace; Beneath the lamp her tawdry ribbons glare, The new-scour'd manteau, and the slattern air; High-draggled petticoats her travels show, 271 And hollow cheeks with artful blushes glow ; With flattering sounds she soothes the credulous ear, “My noble captain' charmer love! my dear!” In riding-hood near tavern-doors she plies, Or muffled pinners hide her livid eyes. With empty bandbox she delights to range, And feigns a distant errand from the 'Change; TNay, she will oft the quaker's hood prophane, And trudge demure the rounds of Drury-lane. 280 She darts from sarsenet ambush wily leers, Twitches thy sleeve, or with familiar airs Her fan will pat thy cheek; these snares disdain, Nor gaze behind thee, when she turns again. I knew a yeoman, who, for thirst of gain, To the great city drove, from Devon's plain, His numerous lowing herd; his herds he sold, And his deep leathern pocket bagg'd with gold. Drawn by a fraudful nymph, he gaz'd, he sigh'd : Unmindful of his home, and distant bride, 290 She leads the willing victim to his doom, Through winding alleys, to her cobweb room. Thence thro’ the street he recla from post to post, "Valiant with wine, nor kuows his treasure lost. The vagrant wretch th' assembled watchmen spies, He waves his hanger, and their poles defits; Deep in the round house pent, all night he snores, Aud the next morn in vain his fate deplores.

* W =rious cheats formerly in practice.

Ah, hapless swain' unus’d to pains and ills Sanst thou foregoroast-beef for nauseous pills; 300 How wilt thou lift to Heaven thy eyes and hands, When the long scroll the surgeon's fees demands: Or else (ye gods, avert that worst disgrace !) Thy ruin’d nose falls level with thy face Then shall thy wife thy loathsome kiss disdam, And wholesome neighbours from thy mug refrain. Yet there are watchmen, who with friendly light Will teach thy reeling steps to tread aright; For sixpence will support thy helpless arm, And home conduct thee, safe from nightly harm. But, if they shake their lanterns, from afar 311 To call their brethren to confederate war, When rakes resist their power; if hapless you Should chance to wander with the scowering crew; Though Fortune yield thee captive, ne'er despair, But seek the constable's considerate ear; He will reverse the watchman's harsh decree, Mov’d by the rhetoric of a silver fee. [word, Thus, would you gain some favourite courtiers Fee not the petty clerks, but bribe my lord. 320 Now is the time that rakes their revels keep; Kindlers of riot, enemies of sleep. His scatter'd pence the flying nicker flings, And with the copper shower the casement rings. Who has not heard the scowerer's midnight fame? Who has not trembled at the Mohock's name; Was there a watchman took his hourly rounds Safe from their blows, or new-invented wounds? I pass their desperate deeds, and mischiefs done Where from Snow-hill black steepy torrents run ;380 How matrons, hoop'd within the hogshead's womb Were tumbled furious thence; the rolling tomb 9'er the stones thunders, bounds from side to side; So Regulus, to save his country, dy’d. Where a dim gleam the paly lanthorn throws O'er the mid pavement, heapy rubbish grows; Qr arched vaults their gaping jaws extend, Q: the dark caves to common-shores descend Qft by the winds extinct the signal lies, "' Or smother'd in the glimmering socket dies, 340 Fre.Night has half roll'd round her ebon throne: In the wide gulph the shatter'd coach, overthrown, Sinks with the snorting steeds; the reins are broke, And from the crackling axle flics the spoke. So, when fan'd Eddystone's far-shooting ray That led the sailor through the stormy way, 2 Was from its rocky roots by billows torn, And the high turret in the whirlwind borne; Fleets bulg'd their sides against the craggy land And pitchy ruins blacken'd all the strani. 350 Who then through night would hire the harness'd steed 2 And who would choose the rattling wheel for speed? But o: ! Distress, with screaming voice, draws nigher, And wakes the slumbering street with ories of fire. At first a glowing red enwraps the skies, And, borne by winds, the scattering sparks arise; From bean to beam the fierce conta gion spreads; The spiry flames now lift aloft their heads; Through the burst sash a blazing deluge pours, And splitting tiles descend in rattling showers. 360 Now with thick crowds th’ enlighten’d pavement swarms, The fireman sweats beneath his crooked arms ;

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A leathern casque his venturous head defends,
Boldly he climbs where thickest smoke ascends;
Mov’d by the mother's streaming eyes and prayers,
The helpless infant through the flame he bears,
With no less virtue, than through hostile fire
The Dardan hero bore his aged sire.
See, forceful engines spout their levell'd streams,
Toquench the blaze that runs along the beams;370
The grappling hook plucks rafters from the walls,
And heaps on heaps the smoky ruin falls;
Blown by strong winds, the fiery tempest roars,
Bears down new walls, and pours along the floors;
The Heavens are all a-blaze, the face of Night
Is cover'd with a sanguine dreadful light. -
'Twas such a light involv'd thy towers, O Rome !
The dire presage of mighty Caesar's doom,
When the Sun veil'd in rust his mourning head,
And frightful prodigies the skies o'erspread. 380
Hark! the drum thunders' far, ye crowds, retire:
Behold ! the ready match is tipt with fire,
The nitrous store is laid, the smutty train,
With running blaze, awakes the barrel'd grain;
Flames sudden wrap the walls; with sullen sound
The shatter'd pile sinks on the smoky ground
So, when the years shall have revolv'd the date,
Th’ inevitable hour of Naples' fate,
Her sapp'd foundations shall with thunders shake,
And heave and toss upon the sulphurous lake; 390
Earth's womb at once the fiery flood shall rend,
And in th' abyss her plunging towers descend.
Consider, seader, what fatigues I've known,
The toils, the perils, of the wintery town;
What riots seen, what bustling crowds I bore,
How oft I cross'd where carts and coaches roar:
Yet shall I bless my labours, if mankind
Their future safety from my dangers find.
Thus the bold traveller (inur'd to toil,
Whose steps have printed Asia's desert soil, 400
The barbarous Arabs haunt; or shivering crost
Dark Greenland's mountains of eternal frost;
Whom Providence, in length of years, restores
To the wish'd harbour of his native shores)
Sets forth his journals to the public view,
To caution, by his woes, the wandering crew.
And now complete my generous labours lie,
Finish'd, and ripe for immortality. -
Death shall entomb in dust this monldring frame,
But never reach th' eternal part, my fame. 410
When W- and G–, mighty names'' are dead;
Or but at Chelsea under custards read ;
When critics crazy bandboxes repair,
And tragedies, turn'd rockets, bounce in air;
High rais'd on Fleet-street posts, consign'd to Fame,
This work shall shine, and walkers bless my name.

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Arundel-street ii. 484
Author, his wish - - ii. 587
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Bavaroy, by whom worm i. 53
Brokers, keep coaches i. 117
Bookseller, skilled in the weather j, 161
Barber, by whom to be shunned ii. 28
Baker, to whom prejudicial ii. 30
Butchers, to be avoided ii. 43
Bully, his insolence to be corrected ii. 59
Broker, where he usually walks ii. 277
Burlington-house ii. 494
Beau's chariot overturned ii. 523
Bills, dispersed to walkers ii. 553
Ballad-singers iii. 77
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Country, the author's love of his i, 21
Civic crown i, 20
Cane, the convenience of one i. 61

an amber-headed one useless i. 57

-the abuse of it i. 75

Camlet, how affected by rain i 46
oat, how to choose one for the winter i, 41
Chairs and chariots, prejudicial to health i. 69

Coachman asleep on his box, what the sign i. 153

his metamorphosis ii. 241
his whip dangerous ii. 310
his care of his horses ii. 311

- despises dirty shoes iii. 165
Chairman, an observation upon them i. 154
Church monuments, foretel the weather i. 167
Common-shores i 171
Cold, the description of one i. 267
Clergy, what tradesmen to avoid ii. 25
Chimney-sweeper, by whom to be avoided i. 33
Chandlers, prejudicial to walkers ii. 40
Civility to be paid to walkers ii. 45

Sarman, when unmerciful, his punishment ii. 245

Cheapside ii. 248
Cheese not lov’d by the author ii. 254
Countryman, perplexed to find the way ii. 73
Catharine-street ii. 260

Qhairmen, their exercise in frosty weather ii. 335
Covent-garden ii. 343. 347
9;ies of the town, observations upon them ii. 425

Christmas, what cries forerun it ii. 438
–a season for general charity ii. 414
Coaches, dangerous in snowy weather ii. 327
those that keep them uncharitable ii. 42
attended with ill accidents ii. 511
—despised by walkers ii. 570
kept by coxcombs and pimps ii. 577
a stop of them described iii. 35
—a man surrounded by them iii. 177
Cloacina, goddess of common-shores ii. 115
Charing-cross ii. 214
Christmas-box ii. 185
Charity, most practised by walkers ii. 454
where given with judgment ii. 456
not to be delayed ii. 458
Chairs, the danger of them ii. 513
Clement's church, the pass of it described i. 18
Colliers' carts iii. 25
Coachmen, a fight of them ibid.
Crowd, parted by a coach iii. 83
Cellar, the misfortune of falling into one iii. 121
Chairmen, law concerning them iii. 153
their poles dangerous iii. 161
Constable, his consideration iii. 315

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