I must tell you a ridiculous Incident, perhaps you have not heard it. One Mrs Mapp, a famous she Bone:setter and Mountebank, coming to Town in a coach with six horses on the Kentish Road, was met by a Rabble of People, who seeing her very oddly and tawdrily dress’d, took her for a Foreigner, and concluded she must be a certain great Persons Mistress. Upon this they followed the Coach, bawling out, No Hannover whore no Hannover whore. The lady within the Coach was much offended, let down the Glass, and scream’d louder than any of them, she was no Hannover whore, she was an English one, upon which they all cry’d out, God bless your Ladyship, quitted the pursuit, and wished her a good Journey.
– William Pulteney to Jonathan Swift, 21 December 1736
(from The correspondence of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Vol. 4, 1734-1745, ed. by David Woolley, Frankfurt am Main: Peter Lang, 2007. p. 373.)