A
DESCRIPTION
OF
THE
MORNING
.
April
,
1709.
NOW
hardly
here
and
there
an
Hackney-Coach
Appearing
,
show'd
the
Ruddy
Morns
Approach
.
Now
Betty
from
her
Masters
Bed
had
flown
,
And
softly
stole
to
discompose
her
own
.
The
Slipshod
Prentice
from
his
Masters
Door
,
Had
par'd
the
Dirt
,
and
Sprinkled
round
the
Floor
.
Now
Moll
had
whirl'd
her
Mop
with
dext'rous
Airs
,
Prepar'd
to
Scrub
the
Entry
and
the
Stairs
.
The
Youth
with
Broomy
Stumps
began
to
trace
The
Kennel-Edge
,
where
Wheels
had
worn
the
Place
.
The
Smallcoal-Man
was
heard
with
Cadence
deep
,
'Till
drown'd
in
Shriller
Notes
of
Chimney-Sweep
,
Duns
at
his
Lordships
Gate
began
to
meet
,
And
Brickdust
Moll
had
scream'd
through
half
the
Street
.
The
Turnkey
now
his
Flock
returning
sees
,
Duly
let
out
a
Nights
to
Steal
for
Fees
.
The
watchful
Bailiffs
take
their
silent
Stands
,
And
School-Boys
lag
with
Satchels
in
their
Hands
.