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selfbytheotherfour,“inconsequenceofthe
failureofhisammunition”:afterwhichthemailwasrobbedin
peacethatmagnificentpotentate,theLordMayorofLondon,was
madetostandanddeliveronTurnhamGreen,byone
highwayman,whodespoiledtheillustriouscreatureinsightofall
hisretinueprisonersinLondongaolsfoughtbattleswiththeir
turnkeys,andthemajestyofthelawfiredblunderbussesinamong
them,loadedwithroundsofshotandballthievessnippedoff
diamondcrossesfromthenecksofnoblelordsatCourtdrawingrooms
musketeerswentintoSt.Giles’s,tosearchforcontraband
goods,andthemobfiredonthemusketeers,andthemusketeers
firedonthemob,andnobodythoughtanyoftheseoccurrences
muchoutofthecommonway.Inthemidstofthem,thehangman,
everbusyandeverworsethanuseless,wasinconstant
requisitionnow,stringinguplongrowsofmiscellaneous
criminalsnow,hangingahousebreakeronSaturdaywhohad
beentakenonTuesdaynow,burningpeopleinthehandat