Covent-Garden
. We arrived at
Strand-Bridge
at Six of the Clock, and were unloading: when the Hackney Coachmen of the foregoing Night took their leave of each other at the
Dark-House
, to go to Bed before the Day was too far spent, Chimney-Sweepers pass'd by us as we made up to the Market, and some Raillery happened between one of the Fruit Wenches and those black Men, about the Devil and
Eve
, with Allusion to their several Professions. I could not believe any Place more entertaining than
Covent-Garden
; where I strolled from one Fruit-Shop to another, with Crowds of agreeable young Women around me, who were purchasing Fruit for their respective Families. It was almost eight of the Clock before I could leave that Variety of Objects. I took Coach and followed a Young Lady, who tripped into another just before me, attended by her Maid. I saw immediately she was of the Family of the