In fine, he behav'd so, in Word, and Action, (since retaken) that demonstrated to the World, that his Escape was the utmost Employ of his Thoughts, whatever Face of Penitence he put on when visited by the Curious. An Account of SHEPPARD'S Adventures of five Hours immediately after his Escape from _Newgate_, in a Letter to his Friend. DEAR FRIEND! Over a Bottle of _Claret_ you'll give me leave to _declare it_, that I've fairly put the _Vowels_ upon the good Folks at _Newgate, i.o.u._ When I'm able, I may, or may not discharge my _Fees_, 'tis a _Fee-simple_, for a Man in my Condition to acknowledge; and tho' I'm safe out of _Newgate_, I must yet have, or at least, affect, a _New Gate_ by Limping, or Turning my Toes in by making a right _Hand_ of my _Feet_. Not _to be long_, for I hate _Prolixity_ in all Business: _In short_, after _Filing, Defileing, Sawing_, when no Body _Saw_. _Climbing_ (this _Clime in_) it prov'd a good _Turner_ of my Affairs, thro' the House of a _Turner_. Being quite past, and safe from _Estreat_ on Person or Chattels, and safe in the _Street_, I thought Thanks due to him who cou'd _Deliver hence_; and immediately (for you must know I'm a _Catholick_) to give Thanks for my Deliverance, I stept amongst the _Grey-Fryers_ to come an joyn with me, in saying a _Pater-Noster_, or so, at _Amen-Corner_. The _Fryers_ being _Fat_ began to _Broil_, and soon after _Boild up_ into a Passion to be disturb'd at that time of Night. But being got _Loose_ and having no Time to _Lose_, I gave them good Words, and so the Business was done. From thence I soon slip'd through _Ludgate_, but was damnably fearful of an _Old Bailey_ always lurking thereabout, who might have brought me to the _Fleet_ for being too _Nimble_, besides, I was wonderfully apprehensive of receiving some unwelcome _Huggings_ from the _W....n_ there; therefore with a step and a stride I soon got over _Fleet-ditch_, and (as in Justice I ought) I prais'd the _Bridge_ I got over. Being a _Batchelor_, and not being capable to to manage a Bridewell you know. I had no Business near _St. Brides_, so kept the right handside, designing to _Pop_ into the _Alley_ as usual; but fearing to go thro' there, and _harp_ too much on the same _String_, it gave an _Allay_ to my Intention, and on I went to _Shoe-lane_ end but there meeting with a _Bully Hack_ of the Town, he wou'd have shov'd me down, which my Spirit resenting, tho' a _brawny Dog_, I soon _Coller'd_ him, fell Souse at him, then with his own Cane I _strapped_ till he was force to _Buckle_ too, and hold his _Tongue_, in so much he durst not say his _Soul_ was his own, and was glad to pack of at _Last_, and turn his _Heels_ upon me: I was glad he was gone you may be sure, and