the Grey-Fryers to come an joyn with me, in saying a Pater-Noster, or so, at Amen-Corner.  The Fryers being Fat began to Broil, and soon after Boild up into a Passion to be disturb’d at that time of Night.  But being got Loose and having no Time to Lose, I gave them good Words, and so the Business was done.  From thence I soon slip’d through Ludgate, but was damnably fearful of an Old Bailey always lurking thereabout, who might have brought me to the Fleet for being too Nimble, besides, I was wonderfully apprehensive of receiving some unwelcome Huggings from the W....n there; therefore with a step and a stride I soon got over Fleet-ditch, and (as in Justice I ought) I prais’d the Bridge I got over.  Being a Batchelor, and not being capable to to manage a Bridewell you know.  I had no Business near St. Brides, so kept the right handside, designing to Pop into the Alley as usual; but fearing to go thro’ there, and harp too much on the same String, it gave an Allay to my Intention, and on I went to Shoe-lane end but there meeting with a Bully Hack of the Town, he wou’d have shov’d me down, which my Spirit resenting, tho’ a brawny Dog, I soon Coller’d him, fell Souse at him, then with his own Cane I strapped till he was force to Buckle too, and hold his Tongue, in so much he durst not say his Soul was his own, and was glad to pack of at Last, and turn his Heels upon me:  I was glad he was gone you may be sure, and dextrously made a Hand of my Feet under the Leg-Tavern; but the very Thoughts of Fetter-Lane call’d to mind some Passages, which made me avoid the Passage at the end of it, (next to the Coffee House you know) so I soon whip’d over the way, yet going along two wooden Logger-heads at St. Dunstan’s made just them a damn’d Noise about their Quarters, but the sight of me made perfectly Hush in a Minute; now fearing to goe by Chance-a wry-Lane, as being upon the Watch my self and not to be debarr’d at Temple-Bar; I stole up Bell-Yard, but narrowly escap’d being Clapper-claw’d by two Fellows I did not like in the Alley, so was forc’d to goe round with a design to Sheer-off into Sheer-Lane, but the Trumpet sounding at that very time, alarm’d me so, I was forc’d to Grope my way back through Hemlock-Court, and take my Passage by Ship-Yard without the Bar again; but there meeting with one of our trusty Friends, (all Ceremonies a-part) he told me under the Rose I must expect no Mercy in St. Clement’s Parish, for the Butchers there on the Back on’t would Face me, and with their Cleavers soon bring me down on my marrow Bones; you may believe