I Know Not How To Abstain From

At The Royall Oake Taverne, I Drank A Sort Of French Wine Called Ho Bryan, That Hath A Good And Most Particular Taste That I Never Met With.

It Having Been A Very Cold Night Last Night I Had Got Some Cold, And So In Pain By Wind, And A Sure Precursor Of Pain Is Sudden Letting Off Farts, And When That Stops, Then My Passages Stop And My Pain Begins

Poorpeoplestaying Intheir Houses Aslong Astill Thevery Fire Touched Them, And Then Running Into Boats Or Clambering From One Pair Of Stair By The Waterside To Another. And Among Other Things, The Poor Pigeons I Perceive Were Loath To Leave Their Houses, But Hovered About The Windows And Balconies Till They Were Some Of Them Burned, Their Wings, And Fell Down.

But Lord! To See The Absurd Nature Of Englishmen That Cannot Forbear Laughing And Jeering At Everything That Looks Strange.

I Went Out To Charing Cross To See Major General Harrison Hanged, Drawn, And Quartered; Which Was Done There, He Looking As Cheerful As Any Man Could In That Condition.