ersons were present. A
bullock was roasted whole; a butt of wine and several tuns of beer and
cider were given to the populace. At the same time Sir William delivered
to his son, then of age, Powdram Castle, and a great estate."

"Charlesworth and Cox, two solicitors, convicted of forgery, stood on the
pillory at the Royal Exchange. The first was severely handled by the
populace, but the other was very much favoured, and protected by six or
seven fellows who got on the pillory to protect him from the insults of
the mob."

"A boy killed by falling upon iron spikes, from a lamppost, which he
climbed to see Mother Needham stand in the pillory."

"Mary Lynn was burned to ashes at the stake for being concerned in the
murder of her mistress."

"Alexander Russell, the foot soldier, who was capitally convicted for a
street robbery in January sessions, was reprieved for transportation; but
having an estate fallen to him, obtained a free pardon."

"The Lord John Russell married to the Lady Diana Spencer, at Marlborough
House. He has a fortune of 30,000_l._ down, and is to have 100,000_l._ at
the death of the Duchess Dowager of Marlborough, his grandmother."

"March 1 being the anniversary of the queen's birthday, when her Majesty
entered the forty-ninth year of her age, there was a splendid appearance
of nobility at St. James's. Her Majesty was magnificently dressed, and
wore a flowered muslin head-edging, as did also her Royal Highness. The
Lord Portmore was said to have had the richest dress, though an Italian
Count had twenty-four diamonds instead of buttons."

New clothes on the birthday were the fashion for all loyal people. Swift
mentions the custom several times. Walpole is constantly speaking of it;
laughing at the practice, but having the very finest clothes from Paris,
nevertheless. If the king and queen were unpopular, there were very few
new clothes at the Drawing-room. In a paper in the _True Patriot_, No. 3,
written to attack the Pretender, the Scotch, French, and Popery, Fielding
supposes the Scotch and the Pretender in possession of London, and himself
about to be hanged for loyalty,--when, just as the rope is round his neck,
he says: "My little girl entered my bedchamber, and put an end to my dream
by pulling open my eyes, and telling me that the tailor had just brought
home my clothes for his Majesty's birthday." In his _Temple Beau_, the
beau is dunned for a birthday suit of velvet, 40_l._ Be sure that Mr