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BEP(F.738.038
18 Sep 1738:21 (162)
London, June 8. On Sunday last Mr. Forster, surveyor
general of the river, seized a considerable quantity of tea
at Woolwich, hid under some hoop-petticoats. The owners of
those goods could be no experienc'd smugglers, as is plain
by their choice of so improper a place for concealment, the
Custom House officers being generally remarkable for having
a natural itch to rummage under the petticoat--for some time
since, a Custom-House officer being in the pit in the play-
house, went to put his hand up one of the orange wenches
petticoates, but the girl knew him, and cry'd out, how now,
Mr. Tide-Waiter, there is nothing there but what has been
fairly enter'd.
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