only so much in every single street, as that a man might know (was it only for satisfaction) on which side of it he was walking.
One—two—three—four—five—six—seven—eight—nine—ten.—Ten cook’s shops! and twice the number of barbers! and all within three minutes driving! one would think that all the cooks in the world, on some great merry-meeting with the barbers, by joint consent had said—Come, let us all go live at Paris : the French love good eating⸺they are all gourmands⸺we shall rank high; if their god is their belly⸺their cooks must be gentlemen: and forasmuch as the periwig maketh the man , and the periwig-maker maketh the periwig—ergo, would the barbers say, we shall rank higher still—we shall be above you all—we shall be Capitouls at least— pardi! we shall all wear swords⸺
—And so, one would swear (that is, by candle light,—but there is no depending upon it) they continue to do, to this day.