to London by
himself, was in no haste to return.

Don Saltero's proved very attractive as an exhibition, and drew crowds
to the coffee house. A catalog was published of which were printed more
than forty editions. Smollett, the novelist, was among the donors. The
catalog, in 1760, comprehended the following rarities:

Tigers' tusks; the Pope's candle; the skeleton of a Guinea-pig; a
fly-cap monkey, a piece of the true Cross; the Four Evangelists'
heads cut out on a cherry stone; the King of Morocco's
tobacco-pipe; Mary Queen of Scots' pincushion; Queen Elizabeth's
prayer-book; a pair of Nun's stockings; Job's ears, which grew on a
tree; a frog in a tobacco stopper; and five hundred more odd
relics!

The Don had a rival, as appears by _A Catalogue of the Rarities to be
seen at Adam's, at the Royal Swan, in Kingsland-road, leading from
Shoreditch Church, 1756_. Mr. Adams exhibited, for the entertainment of
the curious:

Miss Jenny Cameron's shoes; Adam's eldest daughter's hat; the heart
of the famous Bess Adams, that was hanged at Tyburn with Lawyer
Carr, January 18, 1736-37; Sir Walter Raleigh's tobacco pipe; Vicar
of Bray's clogs; engine to shell green peas with; teeth that grew
in a fish's belly; Black Jack's ribs; the very comb that Abraham
combed his son Isaac and Jacob's head with; Wat Tyler's spurs;
rope that cured Captain Lowry of the head-ach, ear-ach, tooth-ach,
and belly-ach; Adam's key of the fore and back door of the Garden
of Eden, etc., etc.

These are only a few out of five hundred other equally marvellous
exhibits.

The success of Don Saltero in attracting visitors to his coffee house,
induced the proprietor of the Chelsea bunhouse to make a similar
collection of rarities, to attract customers for his buns; and to some
extent it was successful.

In the first number of the _Spectator_, Addison says:

There is no place of general resort wherein I do not often make my
appearance. Sometimes I am seen thrusting my head into a round of
politicians at Will's, and listening with great attention to the
narratives that are made in those little circular audiences.
Sometimes I smoke a pipe at Child's, and while I seem attentive to
nothing but the _Postman_, overhear the conversation of every table
in the room. I appear on Sunday nights at St. James' coffee house,
and _sometimes_ join the