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ends and the beginnings, horticultural fragments and broken crockery, 

 the bunter's bone and the beggar's rags, pilfered lace suspected, and the 

 stolen jewel, the lost gold, and the mislaid spoon: and, for a climax, 

 rejoice ! gentle reader for when the designs of the crafty are defeated by 

 inadvertence, or otherwise, with the weird sisters, " we should rejoice ! 

 we should rejoice!" a bill for fifteen pounds, drawn by a lawyer for 

 expenses, and which was taken to the acceptor by the dustman, for 

 which he received a considerate remuneration. Complicated as this mass 

 appears, it is all reduced to the most perfect order, and each portion arranged 

 according to the purposes intended for. Thus, the vegetable matter, so 

 eagerly seized upon by the pigs, contributes to keep up a supply of dairy- 

 fed pork and Epping sausages: the bones are laid aside for the purposes 

 of making hartshorn and phosphorus, dominoes and apple-scoops, &c. 

 The old boots and shoes, with the tribe of leather, after a slight examina- 

 tion of their utter inefficiency, find their way, though divers passages to 

 the glue-pot. How fractured bottles, and broken glass of every descrip- 

 tion, is disposed of, is easily seen through to the furnace : and how the 

 old iron is appropriated, is not hard to guess. The old woollen, if per- 

 chance any should exist in the shape of a pair of innominables, after 

 exploring the pockets, and a sigh for their insolvency, are unceremo- 

 niously cast aside along with the worthless remains of rags of every 

 description, string, paper, &c., &c., to pass through the operation neces- 

 sary for making brown paper. What still remains, of coals, arid cinders 

 unconsumed, the dustman's perquisite, are measured first, " thence hurried 

 back to fire :" the wood, the sifters take. Broken tiles, bricks, delf, 

 crockery, with a variety of substances, and etceteras, go towards the 

 formation of roads. J had almost forgotten the crowning item, viz. old 

 wigs ! Towards the close of the last century, so much were they in 

 request, that the supply was scarcely equal to the demand. Yes, in the 

 days of Beau Tibs, every street bad its corner and every corner its shoe- 

 black, and to every shoe-black might be traced an old wig, sometimes 

 two. In those days of ruffles and etiquette, when a well-formed leg was 

 advantageously displayed in whole silk stockings, shoes, and buckles, it 

 was the custom with pedestrians, when making a call, to have their shoes 

 wiped and touched up at the corner of the street nearest the place they 

 were going to visit : and what so efficient for the purpose as an old wig ? 

 nothing. But, alas ! those days are gone ! and Beau Tibs is gone ! and, 

 if we question where ? only Echo answers. But what becomes of the 

 old wigs? is the question at issue. Alas ! again, such is the degeneracy 

 of modern days, that, instead of being used as an appendage to tbe toilet, 

 though humble,. I fear they will be traced to the vulgar bricklayer and 

 plasterer, to be mingled with mortar, and " patch a wall, to expel the 

 winter's flaw." Now, I believe, every particle is accounted for ; and 

 any little article, in the shape of a bijou, is the perquisite of those pickers- 

 up of unconsidered trifles, the sifters. 



From such collections, a mount arose, like 



" That mighty heap of gathered ground 

 Which Amraon's son ran proudly round ;" 



and, from the terrific incidents connected with it, perhaps as full of in- 

 terest. On account of its immense height, it was necessary to form a 

 road, a quarter of a mile long, on an inclined piano, which continued to 

 wind round it in a spiral direction ; and two horses were always requisite 



