It found him in fuel, and lodging, and cloaths-- He pamper'd the palate by pinching the nose! An ell he would take if you gave him an inch, In the shape of a very exorbitant pinch-- The proverb, All's fish to the net that shall come, Duly directed his finger and thumb. One day a dragoon _en botine_, and three crosses, With a pungent _bonne bouche_ came to treat his proboscis; Our Scaramouch, sporting his lowest _congee_, Smil'd, “_Pardonnez moi, du Tabac s'il vousplâit!_” “_Volontiers_ and his box, which, containing a pound, A reg'ment of noses might titillate round, Mars offer'd to Scaramouch quick, with a bounce; Whose pinch very soon made it minus an ounce! “_Coquin!_” and a cane, that he kept for the nonce, Of Scaramouch threaten'd the perriwigg'd sconce; Who, fearing a crack, while 'twas flourishing quick, Cut in a crack the dragoon and his stick! “Had the vay-gabond served me the like o' that” droned Mr. M'Sneeshing, suddenly rapping down the lid of his mull, and looking suspiciously about him, to see if there was a Scaramouch among the party! “I'd ha' crack'd his croon!” Mr. Bosky's reply all but tripped off his tongue. 'Twas caviare to the Scotchman, so he suppressed it, and proceeded with the _Merrie Mysteries._ St. Bartholomew was not to be driven from his “Rounds” by the meddling citizens. He kept, on a succession of brilliant anniversaries from 1700 to 1760, his state at his fair. The Smithfield drama had revived under the judicious management of popular actors; * the art of legerdemain had reached perfection in the “surprising performances” of Mr. Fawkes; ** wrestling *** fencing,-- * “There is one great playhouse erected in the middle of Smithfield for the King's Players. The booth is the largest that was ever built.”--Dawkes's News-letter, 1715. ** “Feb. 15. 1731. The Algerine Ambassadors went to see Fawkes, who showed them a prospect of Algiers, and raised up an apple-tree which bore ripe apples in less than a minute's time, of which the company tasted.”--Gentlemans Mag. Fawkes died May 25, 1731, worth ten thousand pounds. John White, author of “Arts Treasury, and Hocus Pocus; or a Rich Cabinet of Legerdemain Curiosities,” was a noted conjuror contemporary with Fawkes. *** Stow, lamenting the decline of wrestling, that used to be the pride and glory of Skinners-Well and Finsbury Fields, says, “But now of late yeeres, the wrestling is only practised on Bartholomew-day in the afternoone.”