The travelling Gat-gut Scraper, and the Hurdy-Grinder, think there is music in the sound of max, and can toss off their kevartern to any tune in good time.

The Painter considers it desirable to produce effect by mingling his dead white with a little sky blue.

The Donkey driver and the Fish-fag are bang-up for a flash of lightning, to illumine their ideas.

The Cyprian, whose marchings and counter marchings in search of custom are productive of extreme fatigue, may, in some degree, be said to owe her existence to Jockey; at least she considers him a dear boy, and deserving her best attentions, so long as she has any power.

The Link-boys, the Mud-larks, and the Watermen, who hang round public-house doors to feed horses, &c.