_dextrously_ made a _Hand_ of my _Feet_ under the _Leg-Tavern_; but the very Thoughts of _Fetter-Lane_ call'd to mind some Passages, which made me avoid the _Passage_ at the end of it, (next to the Coffee House you know) so I soon whip'd over the way, yet going along two wooden _Logger-heads_ at _St. Dunstan's_ made just them a damn'd Noise about their _Quarters_, but the sight of me made perfectly _Hush_ in a _Minute_; now fearing to goe by _Chance-a wry-Lane_, as being upon the _Watch_ my self and not to be _debarr'd_ at _Temple-Bar_; I stole up _Bell-Yard_, but narrowly escap'd being _Clapper-claw'd_ by two Fellows I did not like in the Alley, so was forc'd to goe round with a design to _Sheer-off_ into _Sheer-Lane_, but the _Trumpet_ sounding at that very time, alarm'd me so, I was forc'd to Grope my way back through _Hemlock-Court_, and take my _Passage_ by _Ship-Yard_ without the Bar again; but there meeting with one of our trusty Friends, (all Ceremonies a-part) he told me under the _Rose_ I must expect no _Mercy_ in _St. Clement's_ Parish, for the _Butchers_ there on the _Back_ on't would _Face_ me, and with their _Cleavers_ soon bring me down on my _marrow_ Bones; you may believe I soon hastened thence, but by this time being Fainty and night Spent, I put forward, and seeing a _Light_ near the _Savoy-Gate_, I was resolv'd not to make _Light_ of the Opportunity, but call'd for an hearty Dram of _Luther_ and _Calvin_, that is, _Mum_ and _Geneva_ mix'd; but having Fasted so long before, it soon got into my Noddle, and e'er I had gone twenty steps, it had so intirely _Stranded_ my Reason, that by the time I came to _Half-Moon-Street_ end, it gave a _New-Exchange_ to my Senses, and made me quite _Lunatick_. However, after a little Rest, I stole down _George-Passage_ into _Oaf-Alley_ in _York-Buildings_, and thence (tho' a vile Man) into _Villiers-Street_, and so into the _Strand_ again, where having gone a little way, _Hefford's-Harp_ at the Sign of the _Irish-Harp_, put me a _Jumping and Dancing_ to that degree that I could not forbear making a _Somerset_ or two before _Northumberland-House_. I thought once of taking the _Windsor_ Coach for my self _John Sheppard_, by the Name of _Crook_---- but fearing to be _Hook'd_ in before my Journey's End, I stept into _Hedge-Lane_, where two Harlots were up in the _Boughs_ (it seems) _Branching_ out their Respects to one another, through their Windows, and People beginning to gather thereabout, I ran _Pelmel_ to _Piccadilly_, where meeting by meer chance a _Bakers_ Cart going to _Turnham-Green_, I being not _Mealy Mouth'd_, nor the Man being _Crusty_ I _wheel'd_ out of Town.