human
Mohocks, seem to have infested Fleet Street. These drunken desperadoes--the predecessors of the roysterers who, in the times of the Regency,
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broke windows, and stole knockers--used to find a cruel pleasure in surrounding a quiet homeward-bound citizen and pricking him with their swords. Addison makes worthy Sir Roger de Coverley as much afraid of these night-birds as Swift himself; and the old baronet congratulates himself on escaping from the clutches of