ave, or at least, affect, a _New Gate_ by Limping, or Turning
my Toes in by making a right _Hand_ of my _Feet_. Not _to be
long_, for I hate _Prolixity_ in all Business: _In short_,
after _Filing, Defileing, Sawing_, when no Body _Saw_.
_Climbing_ (this _Clime in_) it prov'd a good _Turner_ of my
Affairs, thro' the House of a _Turner_. Being quite past, and
safe from _Estreat_ on Person or Chattels, and safe in the
_Street_, I thought Thanks due to him who cou'd _Deliver
hence_; and immediately (for you must know I'm a _Catholick_)
to give Thanks for my Deliverance, I stept amongst the
_Grey-Fryers_ to come an joyn with me, in saying a
_Pater-Noster_, or so, at _Amen-Corner_. The _Fryers_ being
_Fat_ began to _Broil_, and soon after _Boild up_ into a
Passion to be disturb'd at that time of Night. But being got
_Loose_ and having no Time to _Lose_, I gave them good Words,
and so the Business was done. From thence I soon slip'd
through _Ludgate_, but was damnably fearful of an _Old Bailey_
always lurking thereabout, who might have brought me to the
_Fleet_ for being too _Nimble_, besides, I was wonderfully
apprehensive of receiving some unwelcome _Huggings_ from the
_W....n_ there; therefore with a step and a stride I soon got
over _Fleet-ditch_, and (as in Justice I ought) I prais'd the
_Bridge_ I got over. Being a _Batchelor_, and not being
capable to to manage a Bridewell you know. I had no Business
near _St. Brides_, so kept the right handside, designing to
_Pop_ into the _Alley_ as usual; but fearing to go thro'
there, and _harp_ too much on the same _String_, it gave an
_Allay_ to my Intention, and on I went to _Shoe-lane_ end but
there meeting with a _Bully Hack_ of the Town, he wou'd have
shov'd me down, which my Spirit resenting, tho' a _brawny
Dog_, I soon _Coller'd_ him, fell Souse at him, then with his
own Cane I _strapped_ till he was force to _Buckle_ too, and
hold his _Tongue_, in so much he durst not say his _Soul_ was
his own, and was glad to pack of at _Last_, and turn his
_Heels_ upon me: I was glad he was gone you may be sure, and
_dextrously_ made a _Hand_ of my _Feet_ under the
_Leg-Tavern_; but the very Thoughts of _Fetter-Lane_ call'd to
mind some Passages, which made me avoid the _Passage_ at the
end of it, (n