ood eating as there is now at six o'clock in the evening.
From twenty pewter measures, which are hung up before the houses of
different distillers, it seems that good drinking was considered as
equally worthy of their serious attention.

The dead cat, and choked kennels, mark the little attention shown to the
streets by the scavengers of St. Giles's. At that time noxious effluvia
was not peculiar to this parish. The neighbourhood of Fleet-ditch, and
many other parts of the city, were equally polluted.

Even at this refined period, there would be some use in a more strict
attention to the medical police of a city so crowded with inhabitants.
We ridicule the people of Paris and Edinburgh for neglecting so
essential and salutary a branch of delicacy, while the kennels of a
street in the vicinity of St. Paul's church are floated with the blood
of slaughtered animals every market-day. Moses would have managed these
things better: but in those days there was no physician in Israel!

[Illustration: NOON.]

EVENING.

One sultry Sunday, when no cooling breeze
Was borne on zephyr's wing, to fan the trees;
One sultry Sunday, when the torrid ray
O'er nature beam'd intolerable day;
When raging Sirius warn'd us not to roam,
And Galen's sons prescrib'd cool draughts at home;
One sultry Sunday, near those fields of fame
Where weavers dwell, and Spital is their name,
A sober wight, of reputation high
For tints that emulate the Tyrian dye,
Wishing to take his afternoon's repose,
In easy chair had just began to doze,
When, in a voice that sleep's soft slumbers broke,
His oily helpmate thus her wishes spoke:
"Why, spouse, for shame! my stars, what's this about?
You's ever sleeping; come, we'll all go out;
At that there garden, pr'ythee, do not stare!
We'll take a mouthful of the country air;
In the yew bower an hour or two we'll kill;
There you may smoke, and drink what punch you will.
Sophy and Billy each shall walk with me,
And you must carry little Emily.
Veny is sick, and pants, and loathes her food;
The grass will do the pretty creature good.
Hot rolls are ready as the clock strikes five--
And now 'tis after four, as I'm alive!"
The mandate issued, see the tour begun,
And all the flock set out for Islington.
Now the broad sun, refulgent lamp of day,
To rest with Thetis, slopes his western wa