his Hand, after very little Inquiry more than Did I want a Master?, bid me follow him; I did so, and in a very little while thought myself the happiest Creature in this World.  My Time was taken up in carrying Letters to Wenches, or Messages to young Ladies of my Master’s Acquaintance.  We rambled from Tavern to Tavern, to the Play-house, the Mulberry-Garden,[1] and all places of Resort; where my Master engaged every Night in some new Amour, in which and Drinking he spent all his Time when he had Money.  During these Extravagancies I had the Pleasure of lying on the Stairs of a Tavern half a Night, playing at Dice with other Servants, and the like Idleness.  When my Master was moneyless, I was generally employ’d in transcribing amorous Pieces of Poetry, old Songs, and new Lampoons.  This Life held till my Master married, and he had then the Prudence to turn me off, because I was in the Secret of his Intreagues.

I was utterly at a loss what Course to take next; when at last I applied my self to a Fellow-sufferer, one of his Mistresses, a Woman of the Town.  She happening at that time to be pretty full of Money, cloathed me from Head to Foot, and knowing me to be a sharp Fellow, employed me accordingly.  Sometimes I was to go abroad with her, and when she had pitched upon a young Fellow she thought for her Turn, I was to be dropped as one she could not trust.  She would often cheapen Goods at the New Exchange[1] and when she had a mind to be attacked, she would send me away on an Errand.  When an humble Servant and she were beginning a Parley, I came immediately, and told her Sir John was come home; then she would order another Coach to prevent being dogged.  The Lover makes Signs to me as I get behind the Coach, I shake my Head it was impossible:  I leave my Lady at the next Turning, and follow the Cully to know how to fall in his Way on another Occasion.  Besides good Offices of this Nature, I writ all my Mistress’s Love-Letters; some from a Lady that saw such a Gentleman at such a Place in such a coloured Coat, some shewing the Terrour she was in of a jealous old Husband, others explaining that the Severity of her Parents was such (tho’ her Fortune was settled) that she was willing to run away with such a one, tho’ she knew he was but a younger Brother.  In a Word, my half Education and Love of idle Books, made me outwrite all that made Love to her by way of Epistle; and as she was extremely cunning, she did well enough in Company by a skilful Affectation of the greatest Modesty.  In the midst of all this I was surprised with a Letter from her and a Ten Pound Note.

    Honest Tom,

    You will never see me more.  I am married to a very cunning Country
    Gentleman, who might possibly guess something if I kept you still;
    therefore farewell.