He never spoke to him afterwards, but has gibbeted him in his octavo dictionary, under the article "Alias." ~93~~perhaps never see again; yet with all his vast erudition he had his prejudices and superstitions; he believed in apparitions, and he despised all countries save his own .-- The Scotch and Irish he affected particularly to dislike .-- In his poem of "London," in imitation of Juvenal, he says,-- For who unbrib'd would leave Hibernia's land, Or change the rocks of Scotland for the Strand ?-- There none are swept by sudden death away, But all whom Hunger spares, with age decay! But, with all his foibles, (and who is there without human infirmity ?) Doctor Samuel Johnson was the most highly talented writer of any age or nation." Facing the Obelisk, "let us stroll down the market," said Dashall, "considered the cheapest in London .-- Flesh, fish and fowl, fruits, roots and vegetables, are here abundantly attainable, and at moderate prices." Amongst the various venders, our two observers passed on, unmolestedly, excepting the annoyance and importunity of "What d'ye buy?
what d'ye buy, buy, buy ?" from" barking butchers, who instinctively reiterated the phrase as the casual passenger approached, like so many parrots, unconscious of its import being unproductive in effect; for who would be induced to purchase by the clamorous invitation universally in use by these vociferous butchers of the metropolis?
--"My fine fellow," observed Tallyho to one who annoyed him, "good wine, they say, needs no bush, neither does good meat require a barker." "Bad luck to my mother's own daughter, and that is myself, sure," exclaimed a retail venderess of vegetables, to her opponent in trade, "if I wouldn't for the value of a tester, or for the value of nothing at all at all, give you freely just what you ask for my jewel .-- Arrah now, is it law that you want of me! Faith and troth then you shall have it, _club-law_, when and where you plase, my darling!" "Dirty end," rejoined the other lady, "to the girl who fear* you!--Here am I, Kate, of the Maclusky's of Ballymena, in the county of Antrim, long life to it! and it would be a hard case, and a shameful one to boot, if a well educated northern lass should suffer her own self to be disgraced by a Munster-woman." ~94~~ "The devil fly away with Ballymena, and the Macluskys along with it!" retorted the other; "and is it Munster and heddication that you are bothering about?
Whillaloe graraachree! my sweet one! and did you begin your larning in Ballymena, and come to finish it in Fleet-market?
By my conscience, Kate Maclusky, if you are not very much belied, you know more than you ought to do." "And what would you 'sinuate by that ?" demanded Kate;--"What do you 'sinuate by that, Ma'am ?--I acknowledge that I'm both a whore and a thief--what then?
Bating that I defy you to say, black is the white of my eye!" Here Mrs.Maclusky with arms a-kimbo, and a visage strongly expressing exasperation and defiance, advanced towards the Munster-woman.
"Let us step aside," said Dashall, "hostilities are about to commence." He was right; a few more irritable preliminaries, and the heroines came in contact, in due order of battle.
"Two to one on the Munster-woman." "Done! Ulster for ever! go it Kate!--handle your dawdles, my girl;--shiver her ivory;--darken her skylights;--flatten her sneizer;--foul, foul,--ah you Munster b----ch!" "Fair, fair;--arrah, now for the honor of Munster;--dig away;--mind your hits;--rattle her bread basket;--set her claret-spout a-going;--stand firm on your pegs;--what, down!" Thus ended round the first; the amazons had, in the fray, reduced each other from the waist upwards to nearly a state of nudity.

On either side the partisans were numerous, the combatants eager to renew the fight, and the spectators, the majority of whom were of Irish distraction, anxious for the result, when the officious interposition of official authority, terminated the "tug of war," and the honor of the two provinces remained undecided .-- "Success to the land that gave Patrick his birth." Tranquillity thus restored, a new scene in the drama of Fleet-market attracted the attention of the two visitants.
A rabbit pole-woman passing through the market, was accosted by a lady, who enquiring the price of the Rabbits, purchased a couple, in front of the shop of a similar exhibitant .-- This was considered by the rabbit-dealers of the market, a gross breach of privilege, more particularly as the obnoxious female had presumed to undersell them, even with a superior article.

Not willing, however, from ~95~~prudential reasons, to appear in avowed personal hostility against the object of their vengeance, and that, too, a woman, who had inadvertently incurred the displeasure of their high mightinesses, the subordinate agency of boys was deputed for the purpose of wrecking summary retribution; and the juvenile deputation quickly overthrew in the apparent wantonness of mischief, the whole of the poor girl's day-property, and scrambling for the spoil, disseminated themselves in different directions, leaving not the vestige of a rabbit behind! A torrent of tears, feelingly shewed the anguish of her mind.

She was ruined beyond hope of redemption; the rabbits she had every morning on credit, she plied the streets in selling them, through many a wearisome hour in the day, happy if next morning, having realized a very moderate profit by her laborious vocation, she could settle accounts with the wholesale dealer, and take a fresh cargo with which to commence another day's adventure .-- But now, wringing her hands in an agony of grief, "It is all over with me!" she exclaimed,--" my means of subsistence is gone,--my credit is lost,--and God's will be done,--I must go home and starve!"{1} 1 It is scarcely credible that one salesman in Leadenhall market, at the present time, sells on an average 14,000 rabbits weekly.

He contracts with the coach masters for the carriage, and pays them eleven pounds per thousand, amounting, weekly, to L154.