MR. PIPS HIS DIARY.
A Prospecte of ye 5™ of November, Showvnce ye "Gvys."
[Monday, November 5, 1849.—Guy Fawkes Day']
AT Breakfaſt this Morning off a new-laid Egg, coſt me 1d., but cheap for the Time of Year, did hear a ſhriil Hallooing in the Street, which my Wife, looking out of Window, told me was made by the Boys, going by with their Guy Fawkes. I did then call to Mind that this was Guy Fawkes his Day; and did in Haſte ſwallow my Breakfeſt, and put on my Boots and Over-Coat, and ſo out and about the Streets and Squares to ſee the Sport, the Bells ringing for Church, and a Scarecrow of a Guy, borne by Urchins on a Handbarrow, with Rough Muſique at almoſt every Turn and Corner. Mighty Droll, Guy Fawkes his Effigies, with his Fingers ſticking out like Spikes, and his Feet all awry, his Body and Limbs fluffed with Straw, a Maſk for his Face, with a Pipe in the Mouth, and a Lantern and Tinder-Box dangling from his Wriſt, and on his Head a Paper Cap, like an old Grenadier's, but a Croſs on it, and meant for the Pope his Crown. I remember the Mirth it uſed to be to behold Guy with his Company, borne by the Police in State to the Station Houſe, but they this Year moſtly let alone, and more Guys, and ragged Regiments of Boys ſhouting after them, than ever I think I did before fee. The varlets, as they went, repeating Doggrel Verſes, bidding to remember the Day, and aſking whomſoever they met for Money for a Bonfire to
