A crowd was collected round the fellow, who was rapidly disposing of his stock.
"Here's the full, true, and particular account of Jack Sheppard's last astonishing and never-to-be-forgotten escape from the Castle of Newgate," bawled the hawker, "with a print of him taken from the life, showing the manner, how he was shackled and handcuffed.

Only one penny--two copies--two pence--thank you, Sir.

Here's the----" "Let me have one," cried a servant maid, running across the street, and in her haste forgetting to shut the door,--"here's the money.

Master and missis have been talking all day long about Jack Sheppard, and I'm dying to read his life." "Here you have it, my dear," returned the hawker.

"Sold again!" "If you don't get back quickly, Lucy," observed a bystander, "Jack Sheppard will be in the house before you." This sally occasioned a general laugh.
"If Jack would come to my house, I'd contrive to hide him," remarked a buxom dame.