The propriety of exhibiting a scene of riot in Tom King's Coffeehouse is proved by the following quotation from the _Weekly Miscellany_ for June 9, 1739:--"_Monday_, Mrs. Mary King, of Covent Garden, was brought up to the King's Bench bar, at Westminster, and received the following sentence for keeping a disorderly house, viz. to pay a fine of two hundred pounds, to suffer three months' imprisonment, to find security for her good behaviour for three years, and to remain in prison till the fine be paid." When her imprisonment ended, she retired from trade, built three houses on Haverstock Hill, near Hampstead, and in one of them, on the 10th of September 1747, she died. Her mansion was afterwards the residence of Nancy Dawson, and with the two others constitutes what is still distinguished by the appellation of Moll King's Row. NOON. "Hail, Gallia's daughters! easy, brisk, and free; Good-humour'd, _debonnaire_, and _degagée_: Though still fantastic, frivolous, and vain, Let not their airs and graces give us pain: Or fair, or brown, at toilet, prayer, or play, Their motto speaks their manners,--'_Toujours gai_.' But for that powder'd compound of grimace, That capering he-she thing of fringe and lace; With sword and cane, with bag and solitaire, Vain of the full-dress'd dwarf,--his hopeful heir, How does our spleen and indignation rise, When such a tinsell'd coxcomb meets our eyes, So twisted out of God and Nature's plan,-- Yet know that coxcomb must be call'd a man!"--E. [Illustration: NOON.] Among the figures who are coming out of church, an affected, flighty Frenchwoman, with her fluttering fop of an husband, and a boy, habited _à-la-mode de Paris_, claim our first attention. In dress, air, and manner, they have a national character. The whole congregation, whether male or female, old or young, carry the air of their country in countenance, dress, and deportment. Like the three principal figures, they are all marked with some affected peculiarity. Affectation in a woman is supportable upon no other ground than that general indulgence we pay to the omnipotence of beauty, which in a degree sanctifies whatever it adopts. In a boy, when we consider that the poor fellow is attempting to copy what he has been taught to believe praiseworthy, we laugh at it--the largest portion of ridicule falls upon his tutors; but in a man, it is contemptible!