The most extravagant Toys of Banza did not fail flocking whither pleasure called them. Some came in city-coaches, some in public vehicles, and some few on foot. “I should never finish,” says the African author, whose trainbearer I have the honour to be, “if I enter’d into a detail of the tricks which Mangogul play’d on them.” He gave more exercise to his ring that night alone, than it ever had had, since the Genius presented him with it. He turn’d it sometimes on one, sometimes on another, and frequently on twenty together; and then it was, that the noise they made was ravishing; One cried out with a squeaking voice, “Violins, pray give us le Carillon de Dunkerque ;” another in a hoarse voice, “I will have the Sautriots ;” “and I the Tricotets ,” said a third: and a multitude at once call’d for old country-dances, such as la Bourée, les quatre faces, la Calotine, la Chaine, le Pistolet, la Mariée, le Pistolet, le Pistolet, le Pistolet . All these cries were interlarded with a million of extravagances. On one side was heard: