, its contents fall
into the eyes of a man below, who, sneezing and swearing alternately,
imprecates bitter curses on this devil's dust, that extorts from his
inflamed eyes, "A sea of melting pearls, which some call tears."

Adjoining is an old cripple, with a trumpet at his ear, and in this
trumpet a person in a bag-wig roars in a manner that cannot much gratify
the auricular nerves of his companions; but as for the object to whom
the voice is directed, he seems totally insensible to sounds, and if
judgment can be formed from appearances, might very composedly stand
close to the clock of St. Paul's Cathedral, when it was striking twelve.

The figure with a cock peeping out of a bag, is said to be intended for
Jackson, a jockey; the gravity of this experienced veteran, and the cool
sedateness of a man registering the wagers, are well opposed by the
grinning woman behind, and the heated impetuosity of a fellow, stripped
to his shirt, throwing his coin upon the cockpit, and offering to back
Ginger against Pye for a guinea.

On the lower side, where there is only one tier of figures, a sort of an
apothecary, and a jockey, are stretching out their arms, and striking
together the handles of their whips, in token of a bet. An hiccuping
votary of Bacchus, displaying a half-emptied purse, is not likely to
possess it long, for an adroit professor of legerdemain has taken aim
with a hooked stick, and by one slight jerk, will convey it to his own
pocket. The profession of a gentleman in a round wig is determined by a
gibbet chalked upon his coat. An enraged barber, who lifts up his stick
in the corner, has probably been refused payment of a wager, by the man
at whom he is striking.

A cloud-capt philosopher at the top of the print, coolly smoking his
pipe, unmoved by this crash of matter, and wreck of property, must not
be overlooked: neither should his dog be neglected; for the dog, gravely
resting his fore paws upon the partition, and contemplating the company,
seems more interested in the event of the battle than his master.

Like the tremendous Gog, and terrific Magog, of Guildhall, stand the two
cock-feeders; a foot of each of these consequential purveyors is seen at
the two extremities of the pit.

As to the birds, whose attractive powers have drawn this admiring throng
together, they deserved earlier notice:

Each hero burns to conquer or to die,
What mighty hearts in little bosoms lie!

Having disposed of