Hallett’s Hint, or Cheap Traveling for Berkshire Electors

A procession of ragamuffins, some riding on broom-sticks, advances towards a signpost on the right pointing To Reading, on which sits the Devil, pointing out the way. They wave their hats and cheer frantically, shouting Hallett forever. One shouts: By J – -s I’m his home made freeholder Huzzar; another says: I’ll register his deeds! The Devil: I have registered them already. A man at the head of the procession, better-dressed than the others, wears leg-irons; a paper inscribed Newgate Callender hangs from his pocket. Among the marchers are two braying asses, and a gaggle of geese. Behind a hedge and in the background is a crowd of astonished spectators.
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