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 ( 21 ) And ſcarcely touch'd; the car behind Got thro' not quite so clean. or while one wheel one ſtall engag'd, It's fellow took the other : fire was the claſh : dowa fell the booths, And made a dreadful pother. hits, oranges and gingerbread, And figs here rol'd around; And fills, knives, and thimbles there Beſtrew'd the glitt'ring ground. te fall of broads, the ſhouts and cries, Urg'd of the horſes foſter; d as they flew, at every ſtep They caus'd ſome new daftar. Ere lay o'erturn'd in woeful plight p dlar and his pack: lere in a ſhowman's broken box, All London west to wrack. t now the fates decreed to ſtop The ruin of the day, make the gig and driver too A heavy reck ning pay. Bich there lay both broad and deep, Where ſtreams as black as Styx bu every qurter of the town Cheir muddy currents naix. wn to its brisk, in heedleſs haſte, The frantic horſes ſlew