Maids, any Coonie [rabbit] Skinns?
Buy a Rabbit, a Rabbit?
Chimney Sweep!
Crab, Crab, any Crab?
Oh, Rare Shoe!
Lilly White Vinegar!
Buy any Dutch Biskets?
Ripe Speregas! [asparagus]
Buy a Fork or a Fire Shovel? [[See p. 13.]]
Maids, buy a Mapp? [mop]
Buy my fat Chickens?
Buy my Flounders?
Old Cloaks, Suits, or Coats?
[Succeeding Old Doublets, the cry of a slightly earlier period.]
“Fine Writeing Ink!”
Old Chaires to Mend?
Twelve Pence a Peck, Oysters!
Troope every one! [[See p. 17.]]
The man blowing a trumpet—troope every one!—was a street seller of toy hobby-horses. He carried his wares in a sort of cage; and to each rudely represented horse’s head was attached a small flag. The toy hobby-horse has long since disappeared, and nowadays we give a little boy a stick to thrust between his legs as a Bucephalus. Hone opines that our forefathers were better natured, for they presented him with something of the semblance of the genuine animal.
Old Satten, Old Taffety, or Velvet!
Buy a new Almanack!
Buy my Singing Glasses!
These were long bell-mouthed glass tubes. The writer recollects that when a boy he purchased, for a copper or two, fragile glass trumpets of a similar description.