When we first put off from shoar，we soon fell in with a fleet of vegetable growers bound for the several market-ports of London；and it was the most pleasing scene imaginable to see the cheerfulness with which those industrious people ply their way to a certain sale of their goods．The banks on each side are as well peopled，and beautified with as agreeable plantations，as any spot on the earth；but the Thames itself,loaded with the product of each-shoar，added very much to the land skip．It was very easy to observe by their sailing，and the countenances of the ruddy virgins，who were super cargos，the parts of the Town to which they were bound．There was an air in the purveyors for Covent-Garden，who frequently converse with morning vagrants，very unlike the seemly sobriety of those bound for stock-market．
_disibledevent=he wink to pursue．andthe lady’s driver gave the hint that he was gcIing through Long—Acretowards St．James’s；while he whipped up James—Street，we drove forKing Street，to save the pass at St．Martin’ s—Lane．The coachmen tOokcare to meet，Justle，and threaten each other for Way，and be intangled atthe end of Newport—Street and Long—Acre．The fright，you must believe．brought down the lady’S coach door，and obl iged her，with her mask off,tO enquire into the bustle，when she sees the man she would avoid．The tackle of the coach-window iS SO bad she cannot draw it up again，and she drives on sometimes wholly discovered，and sometimes half-escaped，according to the accident of carriages in her way．One of these ladies keeps her seat in a hackney——coach as well as the best rider does on a managed horse．The laced shoe on her left foot，with a careless gesture，just appearing on the opposite cushion，held her both firm，and in a proper attitude to receive the next Jolt．