I've heard tell of barbers, woman, about London, that rode up this street, and down that other street, in coaches and four, jumping out to every one that hallooed to them, sharping razors both on stone and strap, at the ransom of a penny the pair; and shaving off men's beards, whiskers and all, stoop and roop, for a three-ha'pence.

Speak of barbers! it's all ye ken about it.

Commend me to a safe employment, and a profitable.

They may give others a nick, and draw blood, but catch them hurting themselves.

They are not exposed to colds and rheumatics, from east winds and rainy weather; for they sit, in white aprons, plaiting hair into wigs for auld folks that have bell- pows, or making false curls for ladies that would fain like to look smart in the course of nature.