"Fine Tie or a fine Bob, Sir!" According to Hone, this was the cry in vogue at a time when everybody, old and young, wore wigs.[8] The price of a common one was a guinea, and every journeyman had a new [Illustration: "_Past one o'clock, an' a fine morning!_"] one every year; each apprentice's indenture stipulating, in the language of the officials who are still wig-wearers, that his master should find him in "one good and sufficient wig, yearly, and every year, for, and during, and unto, the expiration of the full end and term of his apprenticeship." A verse of the time tells us:-- Full many a year in Middle Row has this old barber been, Which those who often that way go have full as often seen; Bucks, jemmies, coxcombs, bloods and beaux, the lawyer, the divine, Each to this reverend tonsor goes to purchase wigs so fine. "Buy my rumps and burrs!" is a cry requiring a word of explanation. Before the skins of the newly flayed oxen were consigned to the tanner, the inside of the ear, called the burr, and the fleshy part of the tail were removed, and when seasoned and baked are said to have formed a cheap and appetising dish. Ned Ward, the author of that curious work, "The London Spy" (1703), alludes to the melancholy ditty of "Hot baked Wardens [pears], and Pippins;" and, in describing the amusements of Bartholomew Fair, states that in leaving a booth he was assailed with "Will you buy a Mouse Trap or a Rat Trap? Will you buy a Cloath Brush, or Hat Brush, or a Comb Brush?" The writer possesses a very curious old scenic aquatint print in the form of a fan mount, representing Bartholomew Fair in 1721. The following descriptive matter is printed in the semicircular space under the fan:-- "BARTHOLOMEW FAIR, 1721.