ut a sort of shabby finery: a number of dirty People of
Quality sauntered out: narrow nasty streets out of repair; and above
half of the common Sort asking Alms. Mr. Hodge, who would have his jest,
compared a Free Town to a handsome, clean Dutch Burgher's wife, and a
Petty Prince's capital to a poor Town Lady of Pleasure, painted and
ribboned out in her Head-dress, with tarnished Silver-lace shoes, and a
ragged Under Petticoat--a miserable mixture of Vice and Poverty.

Here at Nuremberg they had Sumptuary Laws, each man and woman being
compelled to dress according to his Degree, and the Better sort only
being licensed to wear Rich suits of clothes. And, to my thinking
(though the Putting it in Practice might prove somewhat inconvenient),
we should be much better off in England if some such laws were made for
the moderation and restraining of Excess and Extravagance in Apparel. As
folks dress nowadays, it is impossible to tell Base Raff from the
Highest Quality. What with the cheapness of Manufactured goods, and the
pernicious introduction of imitation Gold and Silver-lace, you shall
find Drapers' apprentices, Tavern drawers, and Cook wenches, making as
brave a Figure on Sundays as their masters and mistresses; and many a
young Spark has been brought to the Gallows, and many a poor Lass to
Bridewell or the 'Spital, through an over Fondness for cheap Finery, and
a crazy conceit for dressing like their betters.

Nuremberg hath its store of Churches and Relics, and the like; and even
the Lutherans, who are usually thought to be so strict and severe in the
adornment of their Temples, have in one of 'em a large Cross fairly set
with jewels. But this is nothing to the Popish High Church, where they
have at least a score of Saints, all dressed out in laced clothes, and
fair Full-bottomed Wigs, plentifully powdered. Here did we come across a
Prince Bishop of one of the Electoral German Towns, travelling with a
Mighty Retinue of Canons and Priests, and Assessors and Secretaries, and
a long train of Mules most richly caparisoned, with a guard of a hundred
Musketeers, with violet liveries and Mitres broidered on their
cartouch-boxes, to keep the Prince Bishop from coming to harm. My Master
dined with this Reverend Personage, although Mr. Hodge, to maintain the
purity of his cloth, kept aloof from any such Papistical entertainment;
but I was of the party, it being my duty to wait behind the Squire's
chair. We dined at two of the clo