Curious.


An Account of SHEPPARD'S Adventures of five Hours immediately
after his Escape from _Newgate_, in a Letter to his Friend.

DEAR FRIEND!

Over a Bottle of _Claret_ you'll give me leave to _declare
it_, that I've fairly put the _Vowels_ upon the good Folks at
_Newgate, i.o.u._ When I'm able, I may, or may not discharge
my _Fees_, 'tis a _Fee-simple_, for a Man in my Condition to
acknowledge; and tho' I'm safe out of _Newgate_, I must yet
have, or at least, affect, a _New Gate_ by Limping, or Turning
my Toes in by making a right _Hand_ of my _Feet_. Not _to be
long_, for I hate _Prolixity_ in all Business: _In short_,
after _Filing, Defileing, Sawing_, when no Body _Saw_.
_Climbing_ (this _Clime in_) it prov'd a good _Turner_ of my
Affairs, thro' the House of a _Turner_. Being quite past, and
safe from _Estreat_ on Person or Chattels, and safe in the
_Street_, I thought Thanks due to him who cou'd _Deliver
hence_; and immediately (for you must know I'm a _Catholick_)
to give Thanks for my Deliverance, I stept amongst 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_