_Coming to _London_, he enters himself into the society of Beggars, distinguished by these Titles, _Ben seakers_, _Dommerars_, _Clapperdogeons_, &c., with a short description of their Manners and Customes; as also a relation of a piece of Theft he committed._ Coming up to _London_, we straight way betook our selves to _Newington-Butts_, but by the way, my Friend could not forbear calling on his Friends in _Kent-street_, there they gave me a Nick-name; and my Comrade immediately fell to work, to put himself into an equipage fit for the employment we had undertaken. He needed not to alter his habit; but his chief aim was to make counterfeit Sores or Clymes, according to the term of Art that is given them. With the assistance of some of the Fraternity, he had in an hours time, such a Leg, that I could hardly look upon it without even dropping down; and thus they made it; They took unslaked Lime and Sope, mingled with the rust of old Iron: these being well temper’d together, they did spred it thick on two pieces of leather, which they apply’d to his Leg, binding it thereunto very hard, which in a short time did fret off the skin, the flesh appearing all raw; then did they take blood and rub’d it all over his Leg; which being fully dried, made the Leg appear all black, the Sore they did only let peep out of the holes of five or six matterish clouts. He soon got us a Doxie too, with a couple of children, (the fitter for our purpose) the one to carry in her arms, and the other to lead. Providing himself and me with a good lusty _Filch_ or _Stick_, with a hole at the end thereof, to put in a hook if occasion should serve, to filch any thing off Hedges, _&c._ Away we went into _Moor-fields_: he would have made me a _Clyme_ too, or an Artificial sore; but my stomack would no wayes accept of his kindness. Coming into the Fields, he planted me in a convenient place, the _Doxie_ with her _Lullaby-cheats_ in another; and himself in a third, not far distant from one another, that one might catch the others _Maunding_ at the rebound. I observ’d my _Friend_ and _Rogue_ diligently, what he did, for my own information. One would have sworn he had been absolutely lame, for (about to lie down) he slid to the earth by his Staff; being on the ground, the first thing I took notice of; was the pitious distorting of his face into various forms, to stir up compassion in such as passed by him; to which he added, a most doleful noise to this effect; _For Gods sake some tender hearted Christians, cast through your merciful eyes one pittiful look upon a sore, lame, and miserable wretch: Bestow one penny or half-penny upon him that is ready to perish_, &c. I knew not how to tune my voice, for hearkening to him; which he observing (when all the people were passed by) he held up his stick at me, a strong argument of his great displeasure, which lest I might farther incur, I was forced to tone it out to some purpose. Night