scavengers; and has no other privilege above his brethren, as I know of, but that of taking a comfortable nap in his gold chain at _Paul_’s or _Salter’s-Hall_; to either of which places his conscience, that is, his interest, carries him. Surly _Dick_ was going to say something in defence of the city magistrate, but my brother _Nokes_ and I prevented him, by calling to the next hackney coachman, whom, to my great surprise, I found to be the famous Dr. _Busby_ of _Westminster_-school; who now, instead of flogging boys, was content to act in an humbler sphere, and exercise his lashing talent upon horses. We ordered him to set us down at _Bedlam_, where my friend _Nokes_ assured me we should find diversion enough, and the first person we met with in this celebrated mansion, was the famous queen _Dido_ of _Carthage_, supported by the ingenious Mrs. _Behn_ on the one side, and the learned _Christiana_, queen of _Sweden_, on the other. _Gentlemen_, cry’d she, _I conjure you, by that respect which is due to truth, and by that complaisance which is owing to us of the fair sex, to believe none of those idle lies that_ Virgil _hath told of me. That impudent versifyer has given out, that I murder’d myself for the sake of his pious_ Trojan, _the hero of his romance; whereas I declare to you, gentlemen, as I hope to be sav’d, that I never saw the face of that fugitive scoundrel in my life, but dy’d in my bed with as much decency and resignation as any woman in the parish: but what touches my honour most of all, is that most horrid calumny of my being all alone with_ Æneas _in the cave_. Upon this I humbly remonstrated to her majesty, that altho’ _Virgil_ had taken the liberty to leave her and his pious _Trojan_ in a grotto together, yet he no where insinuated that any thing criminal had passed between ’em. How, says Mr. _Behn_, in a fury, was it not scandal enough in all conscience, to say that a man and a woman were in a dark blind cavern by themselves? What tho’ there was no such convenience as a bed or a couch in the room; nay, not so much as a broken-back’d chair, yet I desire you to tell me, sweet Mr. _Haines_, what other business can a man and a woman have in the dark together, but----. Ay, cries the queen of _Sweden_, what other business can a man and a woman have in the dark, but, as the fellow says in the _Moor of Venice_, to make the beast with two backs? not to pick straws I hope, or to tell tales of a tub. Under favour, ladies, reply’d I, ’tis impossible I should think, for a grave sober man, and a woman of discretion, to pass a few hours alone, without carrying matters so far home as you insinuate. What in the dark? cries queen _Dido_, that’s mine a ---- in a band-box. Let peoples inclinations be never so modest and virtuous, yet this cursed darkness puts the devil and all of wickedness into their heads: the man will be pushing on his side, that’s certain; and as for the woman, I’ll swear for her, that when no body can see her blush, she