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LIFE AND DEATH OF THE OLD Woman of Ratcliffe Highway. This is to let you understand that an old woman of Ratcliffe Highway, was drowned in a heavy shower of feathers last night, 6 weeks ago. I went in search of her as fast as I could run sit- ting down by the side of a ditch, until I met John Jarvis a coach- man, driving 6 dead horses under an empty post chaise laden with 6 miliners, 4 tambour workers, 2 milestones, and a sheet anchor for a 74. I asked him if he could tell me about this old woman, he said he could not, but John Manks could tell me all about her. I asked him where he lived, he told me he lived beyond all parts of the 3 flying jackasses, where the cock never crows, the wind never blow, or old Tom Fox never blew his bugle-horn on the top of a high hill down in a low hallow, in a short 4 square round house, standing all alone by itself, and only 60 or 70 houses ad- joining to it. When I received this information. I set off as fast as 4 could run sitting down every minute to rest myself, until I met an old man very had with the horn cholic in his big toe, the headache in his belly, and the [ ]vel in the back of the neck I called for a coach, drov him "to an apothecarys' shop called for 5 pints of pigeon's milk and 4 quarts of eels beastings, and had it boiled in a leathern wooden iron pot, and gave it to him. then conveyed him to the lock hospital, where he was put to bed, and safely delivered of a blacksmith s anvil, 2 tons and a half weight, with 9 grenadier fleas, fully acontred with a pair of pistols a blunderbuss and 18 rounds of ball cartridges, was supposed to be on the march to St Helena, to bring Bonaparte home on the 87th day of the hungriest month in the year 1800 and boiled milk. At length I arrived at John Mank's house but was very much surprised I could hear or see no one but was talking to them all; saw John coming out of a vinegar bottle, so well be might for he was a bottle maker to trade. I asked him if he could tell me about this old woman ; he told me he could not ; but he wrote a letter to her to-morrw night ere yesterday, 7 years ago, when he was fast asleep and his eye open : he new her father well he was smith and farrier to a pack of grey-hounds, and her mother was sucklar to a young pig for Lady Doall in Shovcover street. where they sell turkey cock's eggs tor buttermilk and where pigs play cards for stirabout. When I received this information. I was going to take my farewell of him when he told me I should not go until I should see some of his wonders; the first great wonder he showed me was six of the oldest daughte s spinning 6 hanks of yarn each out of charcoal ; the next was little boys and 6 little girls playing hide and seek under a hay cock made of stones ; the next was he and his eldest son thrashing tobacco into peas one of the peas jumped through a stone that was 6 feet thick, and killed a dead dog that was lying on the other side, the dog jumped up and began to bark. I jumped over the wall so well I might for it was only the height of a cabbage stock, but that ca bage stock was not much higher then Neilson's Monument in Glasgow. I turned the dog inside out and he jumped after a hair that was fol- lowed by 6 bog-trotters, and 4 pensioners, that lost their heads, legs, and arms at the battle of Waterloo, and I thinking to my- self that I could run as fast as any of them I clapped my two shin bones in my pocket and followed them over hill and dale with the hue and cry in my mouth until I came to the Currach of Kildare where I saw the Belfast Mail Coach and the Londonderry steamer engaged in a dreadful battle, firing boiling hot stirabout and roasted potatoes at each other, one of potatoes struck the hare over the right eye when out bounced the old woman. I immedi- ately clapped her under my arm and made one jump, and landed on the New Bridge accidentally, I struck my toe against the bat- tlement, and both of us fell into the Clyde, where the old woman being very much tird, she was not able to creep out of thewater, so there she remained, and was burnt into ashes in a blaze of cold water before I could save her.
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1820-1840 shelfmark: RB.m.143(108)
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