Now hardly here and there an hackney coach
    Appearing, showed the ruddy morn’s approach. 
    Now Betty from her master’s bed had flown,
    And softly stole to discompose her own. 
    The slipshod ’prentice from his master’s door,
    Had pared the street, and sprinkled round the floor. 
    Now Moll had whirled her mop with dext’rous airs,
    Prepared to scrub the entry and the stairs. 
    The youth with broomy stumps began to trace
    The kennel edge, where wheels had worn the place. 
    The smallcoal-man was heard with cadence deep,
    Till drowned in shriller notes of chimney-sweep. 
    Duns at his lordship’s gate began to meet;
    And Brickdust Moll had screamed through half a street;
    The turnkey now his flock returning sees,
    Duly let out at nights to steal for fees. 
    The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands;
    And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands.

All that I apprehend is, that dear Numps will be angry I have published these lines; not that he has any reason to be ashamed of them, but for fear of those rogues, the bane to all excellent performances, the imitators.  Therefore, beforehand, I bar all descriptions of the evenings; as, a medley of verses signifying, grey-peas are now cried warm:  that wenches now begin to amble round the passages of the playhouse:  or of noon; as, that fine ladies and great beaux are just yawning out of their beds and windows in Pall Mall, and so forth.  I forewarn also all persons from encouraging any draughts after my cousin; and foretell any man who shall go about to imitate him, that he will be very insipid.  The family stock is embarked in this design, and we will not admit of counterfeits:  Dr. Anderson[154] and his heirs enjoy his pills, Sir.  William Read[155] has the cure of eyes, and Monsieur Rozelli[156] can only cure the gout.  We pretend to none of these things; but to examine who and who are together, to tell any mistaken man he is not what he believes he is, to distinguish merit, and expose false pretences to it, is a liberty our family has by law in them, from an intermarriage with a daughter of Mr. Scoggan,[157] the famous droll of the last century.  This right I design to make use of; but will not encroach upon the above-mentioned adepts, or any other.  At the same time I shall take all the privileges I may, as an Englishman, and will lay hold of the late Act of Naturalisation[158] to introduce what I shall think fit from France.  The use of that law may, I hope, be extended to people the polite world with new characters, as well as the kingdom itself with new subjects.  Therefore an author of that nation, called La Bruyere, I shall make bold with on such occasions.  The last person I read of in that writer, was Lord Timon.[159] Timon, says my author, is the most generous of all men; but is so hurried away with that strong impulse of bestowing, that he confers benefits without distinction,