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 6 He's gone who made us ſuman Shapes,

And now we muſt again turn Apes.

But to conclude the Proceſſion: Laſt of all, followed a numerous Crowd of Journeymen Taylors, who were all flip-ſhoed, their Stockings about their Heels, their Hats off, a Skein of Thread hung careleſly about their Necks; and their Shirt Collars were open, that they might have liberty to diſturb their Boſom Friends. On their Left Sleeve was a Cuſhion, whereon ſtuck abundance of Spaniſh and Whitechapel Needles. The Tails of their Wigs were matted like Horſes Manes, juſt as if they had come off the Shop-board from Work. On their Left Shoulders each had a long Strip of Parchment, whereon was written this Motto:

The Lice lite us, 'tis not deny'd,

We bite our Maſters when employ'd;

And they bite all the World beſide.

At the Bottom of Cloth-Fair, the Corpſe was arreſted at the Suit of an old Herb-woman, for Eleven Pence Half-penny, which had been due a long