_Leverigo_ the Quack, and his Jack Pudding Pinkanello, have mounted their stage; and, hark! the Doctor (Leveridge, famous for his “O the Roast Beef of Old England!”) tunes his manly pipes, accompanied by that squeaking Vice! for the _Mountebank's song_. * [Illustration: 0162] * “Here are people and sports of all sizes and sorts, Cook-maid and squire, and mob in the mire; Tarpaulins, Frugmalions, Lords, Ladies, Sows, Babies, And Loobies in scores: Some howling, some bawling, some leering, some fleering; While Punch kicks his wife out of doors! To a tavern some go, and some to a show, See poppets, for moppets; Jack-Puddings for Cuddens; Rope- dancing, mares prancing; boats flying, quacks lying; Pick- pockets, Pick-plackets, Beasts, Butchers, and Beaux; Fops prattling, Dice rattling, Punks painted, Masks fainted, In Tally-man's furbelow'd cloaths!” [Illustration: 0163] In another quarter, Jemmy Laroch * warbles his raree-show ditty; while Old Harry persuades the gaping juveniles-- * Here's de English and French to each other most civil, Shake hands and be friends, and hug like de devil! O Raree-show, &c. Here be de Great Turk, and the great King of no land, A galloping bravely for Hungary and Poland. O Raree-show, &c. Here's de brave English Beau for the Packet Boat tarries, To go his campaign vid his tailor to Paris. O Raree-shoiv, &c. Here be de English ships bringing plenty and riches, And dere de French caper a-mending his breeches! O Raree-show, &c. --to take a peep at his gallant show. * Duncan Macdonald ** “of the Shire of Caithness, Gent.,” tells, how having taken part in the Rebellion of 1745, he fled to France, where, being a good dancer, he hoped to get a living by his heels. * “Old Harry with his Raree-show.” A print by Sutton Nicholls, with the following lines. “Reader, behold the Efigie of one Wrinkled by age, decrepit and forlorne, His tinkling bell doth you together call To see his Raree-show, spectators all, That will be pleas'd before you by him pass, To put a farthing, and look through his glass. 'Tis so long since he did himself betake To show the louse, the flea, and spangled snake. His Nippotate, which on raw flesh fed, He living shew'd, and does the same now's dead. The bells that he when living always wore, He wears about his neck as heretofore. Then buy Old Harry, stick him up, that he May be remember'd to posterity.”