as Sheer-Lane, to an Aunt of hers, where she Lodged, and she should be glad of my Company; by which, being confirmed in what I before thought, I bid her go on, and I would follow her, which I also did:  and coming to the place said he, I found there an old wither’d Bawd, who presently had us into a Room, and ask’d us what we wou’d drink?  I told her what the young Woman pleas’d; who hereupon call’d for a Bottle of Ale.  I told her I cou’d’nt drink, and therefore bid her call her Aunt to drink with her:  The old Woman coming in, I bid her sit down, and ask’d her, how long she had follow’d that Trade; What Trade, Sir, says she?  Of keeping Nieces, said I:  For I understand you are this young Woman’s Aunt.  O Sir, said she, you are a merry Gentleman.  I have followed this Trade of being an Aunt, ever since Age made me uncapable of being a Niece.  That’s a long Time ago, said I; but I believe it had been better for you to have gone a Nurse-keeping, then a Neice-keeping.  That’s your mistake Sir, says she:  For as old as I am, I had rather hear a young Girl and a brisk Spark Sing their Song by Turns, than to hear an old Man grunting a Bed, and be oblig’d to hang my Nose continually over a Close-Stool or a Chamber-Pot.  A Glass of good Ale or Wine now and then, or a Dram of cool Nantz, is more chearing to my old Spirits, than to be sipping and tasting a little Stale Pearl Cordial or Juleps, or indeed any Apothecaries Slop.  Well, said I, you are a cunning old Woman; but pray let me talk now to your Neice a little.  Pray, how many such Aunts have you?  Why, truly Sir, said she, I have one at every corner of the Town, and lodge sometimes with one, and sometimes with another, as I have occasion.  Well but, said I, had you not better go to Service then be burdensome to your Freinds?  No, Damn it, says she, I had rather be my own Mistress, and go to Bed and rise when I will, then to be curb’d by every Snotty Dame.  I remember once, said she, I met with an old Master, who had a Colts Tooth in his Head, and he would be smugling me, and kissing me in a corner, tho his Breath was enough to turn my Stomach:  but for the sake of a rusty Shilling now and then, I was content to humour him.  But when once my Mistress came to know it, I had a Peal rung about my Ears, with the Tongs, and was forc’d to pack out of Doors.  Another time, I met with a young Master, and an old Dame, and he wou’d always watch for an opportunity to catch me making the Bed when my old Mistress was abroad at Market, or else sat wrapt in Flannel by the Kitchen Fire; and with a thousands Langushing Looks and soft Expressions, he would wish his Wife were as young and as handsome as I:  or that she was dead that he and I might make a match on’t.  By which means I was betray’d to part with my Virgin-Treasure, and lick the Butter off my old Mistresses Bread, with a very good Appetite.  At last, the rising of my Belly discover’d what I would willingly have conceal’d; this caus’d me to be turn’d