Just finish'd and to be seen. The present Court of _England_ in Wax, after (and as big as) the Life, in the Inner Walk of _Exeter Change_ in the _Strand_, much exceeding that which was at the _New Exchange_ tho' both made by the most deservedly famous Mrs. _Mills_, whom in that Art, all ingenuous Persons own, had never yet an equal: The names of the chief Persons are, The QUEEN, his Royal Highness Prince _George_, the Princess _Sophia_, his Grace The Duke of _Marlborough_, the Countess of _Manchester_, the Countess of _Kingstone_, the Countess of _Musgrave_ &c. As likewise the Effigies of _Mark Anthony_, naturally acting that which render'd him remarkable to the World; _Cleopatra_ his Queen, one of her _Egyptian_ Ladies, _Oliver Cromwell_ in Armour, the Count _Tallard_: with many others too tedious here to mention. To be seen from 9 in the Morn, till 9 at Night. You may go in at any of the Doors in the _Change_, and pass thro' the Hatter's Shop in the Outward Walk. Persons may have their Effigies made, or their deceased Friends on reasonable Terms. The Westminster waxwork figures were then in a sadly dilapidated condition. Brown says[358]: 'As soon as we ascended half a Score Stone Steps in a dirty Cobweb hole, and in old Worm eaten Presses, whose Doors flew open on our approach; here stood _Edward_ the Third, as they told us, which was a broken piece of Waxwork, a batter'd Head, and a Straw stuff'd Body, not one quarter cover'd with Rags; his beautiful Queen stood by, not better in Repair; and so to the number of half a score Kings and Queens, not near so good figures as the King of the Beggars make, and all the begging Crew would be ashamed of their Company. Their Rear was brought up with good _Queen Bess_, with the Remnants of an old dirty Ruff, and nothing to cover her Majesty's Nakedness.' [Footnote 358: _A Walk round London and Westminster._] One of the most popular exhibitions was the puppet shows kept by Robert Powell, a dwarfish deformity. 'This is Mr. _Powell_--That's he--the little Crooked Gentleman, that holds a Staff in his Hand, without which he must fall.'[359] His 'Punch's Theatre' was in the little Piazza, Covent Garden--and Steele makes the under sexton of St. Paul's[360] Church grumble at his entertainment, because it took people away from him. Defoe says: 'Mr. Powell by Subscriptions and full Houses, has gathered such Wealth as is ten times sufficient to buy all the Poets in England; that he seldom goes out without his Chair, and thrives on this incredible Folly to that degree, that, were he a Freeman, he might hope that some future Puppet Show might celebrate his being Lord Mayor, as he has done Sir R. Whittington.'[361] Both in the _Tatler_ and _Spectator_ he is frequently referred to, especially in the former. In the season he took himself and his puppets to Bath, so that he always kept them employed.