Maids, any Coonie [rabbit] Skinns? Buy a Rabbit, a Rabbit? Chimney Sweep! Crab, Crab, any Crab? Oh, Rare Shoe! Lilly White Vinegar! Buy any Dutch Biskets? Ripe Speregas! [asparagus] Buy a Fork or a Fire Shovel? [See p. 13.] Maids, buy a Mapp? [mop] Buy my fat Chickens? Buy my Flounders? Old Cloaks, Suits, or Coats? [Succeeding Old Doublets, the cry of a slightly earlier period.] Fair Lemons and Oranges? [Illustration: "_Fine Writeing Ink!_"] Old Chaires to Mend? Twelve Pence a Peck, Oysters! Troope every one! [See p. 17.] The man blowing a trumpet--troope every one!--was a street seller of toy hobby-horses. He carried his wares in a sort of cage; and to each rudely represented horse's head was attached a small flag. The toy hobby-horse has long since disappeared, and nowadays we give a little boy a stick to thrust between his legs as a Bucephalus. Hone opines that our forefathers were better natured, for they presented him with something of the semblance of the genuine animal. Old Satten, Old Taffety, or Velvet! Buy a new Almanack! Buy my Singing Glasses! These were long bell-mouthed glass tubes. The writer recollects that when a boy he purchased, for a copper or two, fragile glass trumpets of a similar description. Any Kitchen Stuffe have you, Maids? Knives, Combs, or Inkhorns! Four for Six Pence, Mackrell! Any work for the Cooper? Four Paire for a Shilling, Holland Socks! Colly Molly Puffe! The cry of a noted seller of pastry. He is mentioned in the _Spectator_, No. xxv. Sixpence a pound, Fair Cherryes! [See p. 21.] [Illustration: "_Buy a Fork or a Fire Shovel?_"] Knives or Cisers to Grinde! Long thread Laces, long and strong! Remember the poor Prisoners! In a series of early prints in the Bridgewater library, from copper plates, by an unknown artist, probably engraved between 1650 and 1680, there is one thus titled: "Some broken Breade and meate for ye poore prisoners: for the Lorde's sake pittey the poore." Within the memory of our fathers a tin box was put out from a grated window in the Fleet prison, a prisoner meanwhile imploring the public to remember the poor debtors. In the "Cries of York, for the amusement of young children," undated, but published probably towards the end of the last century, are the following lines:-- Of prisoners in the Castle drear Come buy a Kalendar, Their crimes and names are set down here 'Tis Truth I do declare. A brass Pott or an Iron Pott to mend! Buy my four ropes of Hard Onyons! _London's Gazette_ here! The _London Gazette_, established in 1665. Buy a White Line or a Jack Line, or a Cloathes Line. Any old Iron take money for? Delicate Cowcumbers to pickle! Any Bakeing Peares? New River Water!