forth. Hogarth will make use of all these "curios" in the fourth scene of the Marriage à la Mede, and presently, for the studio of Sidrophel in his illustrations to Hudibras.
And there are shows of a sterner and crueler order. Now a pick-*pocket yelling under a pump; now a half-naked wretch coming along Whitehall at the tail of a slow-plodding cart, howling under the hangman's lash (that functionary has ceased to be called "Gregory," from the great executioner G. Brandon, and is now, but I have not been able to discover for what reason, "Jack Ketch").[*] Now it is a libeller or a perjurer in the pillory at Charing in Eastcheap or at the Royal Exchange. According to his political opinions do the mob—the mob are chiefly of the Jacobite persuasion—pelt the sufferer with eggs and ordure, or cheer him, and fill the hat which lies at his foot on the scaffold with halfpence and even silver. And the sheriffs' men, if duly fee'd, do not object to a mug of purl or mum, or even punch, being held by kind hands to the sufferer's lips. So, in Hugo's deathless romance does Esmeralda give Quasimodo on the carcan to drink from her flask. Mercy is as old as the hills, and will never die. Sometimes in front of "England's Burse," or in Old Palace Yard, an odd, futile, much-laughed-at ceremony takes place: and after solemn proclamation, the common hangman makes a bonfire of such proscribed books as Pretenders no Pretence, A sober Reply to Mr. Higgs's Tri-theistical Doctrine. Well would it be if the vindictiveness of the government stopped here; but alas! king's messengers are in hot pursuit of the unhappy authors, trace them to the tripe-shop in Hanging Sword Alley, or the cock-loft in Honey Lane Market, where they lie three in a bed; and the poor scribbling wretches are cast into jail, and delivered over to the tormentors, losing sometimes their unlucky ears. There is the great sport and show every market morning, known as "bull banking," a sweet succursal to his Majesty's bear-garden and Hockley in the hole. The game is of the simplest; take your bull in a narrow thoroughfare, say, Cock Hill, by Smithfield; have a crowd of hommes de bonne volonté; overturn a couple of hackney coaches at one end of the street, a brewer's dray at the other: then harry your bull up and down, goad him, pelt him, twist his tail, till he roar and is rabid. This is "bull-banking," and oh! for the sports of merry England! William Hogarth looks on sternly and wrathfully. He will remember the brutal amusements of the populace when he comes to engrave the Four Stages of Cruelty. But I lead him away now to other scenes and shows. There are the wooden horses before Sadler's Hall; and westward there stands an uncomfortable "wooden horse" for the punishment of soldiers who are picketed thereon for one and two hours. This wooden horse is on St. James's Mall, over against the gun-house. The torture is one of Dutch William's legacies to the subjects, and has been retained and improved on
- 1720. The horrible room in Newgate Prison where in cauldrons of boiling pitch
the hangman seethed the dissevered limbs of those executed for high treason, and whose quarters were to be exposed, was called "Jack Ketch's kitchen."
