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NYM(G.763.069
21 Nov 1763:12, 13 (630)
To the editor of the Public Ledger.
The toe of the peasant comes, so near the heel of the
courtier, it galls his kibe. . .Shakespear.
Sir,
If in those days, such an observation could be made, what
shall we now say? When servant wenches dress out on Sundays
in duble ruffles, and millinets and saleshop women sweep the
gravel of Moorfields on that day, in long trollopees, and
party-coloured flounces. And when we hear of routs, drums,
and assemblies, kept at ale houses, chandlers shops, and
hackney writers lodgings. . .. [7 paragraphs]
A quarrel arose between a candle snuffer at the playhouse
and an author, or translator of the classics, concerning the
derivation of the word snitchem; and whether it was an
Aegyptian, or a Carthaginian game? . . .[3 paragraphs]
We had nothing but interruptions that evening; for after
this scene, Mr. Stanza and poet, who was invited, because he
had promised to write a song upon Madam Spangle, was
detected pocketing a couple of red herrings.
He was kicked down stairs; but in the confusion, the
ballad composer seized Mrs. Dolechick by the trollopee and
petticoat and pulled her down topsy-turvy, rowling along
with him. . .. [1 paragraph signed] W.W.
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