pany where he has been, what he did, and what they did, what they said, and what he said, with a million of trite phrases, with an and so beginning every sentence; and to make a long story short; and as I was saying; with many more expletives. L—————— D—————————'s Speech.-'s Speech." Why, you made a very foolish order here; can't do't, you see— why, you made an order that council shall plead with the attornies-you've no right, you seenever sitch a thing was done-why, I have been justice thirty years, I never did such a thingno right, you see—can't make me have a council. -Why, now, suppose I'm ill, or I want a glister, I send for the 'pothecary-I won't have a physician--you can't make me, you see—no right at all-must rescind it, you see.-Now, at our house, we are the greatest court in the world."-Here one of the justices interrupted his lordship, and said, "You don't hear attornies, but council, at your bar, my L- "And his L- said, "No, no, that's true; but that's nothing, you see-every man may plead his own cause.—Why, now I shew you a ground-here's a butcher, there's a cow-you bid the butcher kill the cow-he says, he won't-can't make him, you see-must rescind the order-no right at all." To the Printer of the London Evening Post.~ Sir. At a time when the enormous increase of Popery is connived at at home, and a corrupt parliament, through the influence of a most flagitious ministry, has established it in its full power, in a great part of the king's dominions abroad, I think, that every thing which has a tendency to open men's eyes, and give them a just abhorrence of that most cruel and slavish religion, should be now set before them; to which end I desire you will publish the following in your very useful paper: it being the genuine copy of a Popish excommunication, found amongst the papers of Philip Dunn, a Popish bishop, some years since deceased, in the county of Wicklow, pronounced by him against Francis Freeman, one of his parishioners, who at that time embraced the Protestant religion; and faithfully translated from the Latin original by Dr. Tooker. "By the authority of God, the Father Almighty, and the blessed Virgin Mary, and of St. Peter and St. Paul, and all the holy saints, we excommunicate Francis Freeman, late of the city of Dublin, but now of Tuck Mill, in the county of Wicklow ; that in spite of God and St. Peter, and in spite of all the holy saints, and in spite of our most holy father the Pope (God's vicar on earth) and in spite of our right reverend father in God, Philip Dunn, our diocesan, and the worshipful canons, who serve God daily, hath apostated to a most damnable religion, full of heresy and blasphemy. Excommunicated let him be, and delivered over to the devil as a perpetual malefactor and schismatic; accursed let him be in all cities, and in all towns, in fields, in ways, in yards, in houses, and in all other places, whether laying, or rising, walking, or running, leaning or standing, waking or sleeping, eating, or drinking, or whatsoever thing he does: besides, we separate him from the threshold and all good prayers of the church; from the participation of the holy Jesus; from all sacramental chapels and altars; from the holy bread and holy water, from all the merit of God's holy priests and religious men ; from their cloisters; and from all pardons, privileges, grants and immunities, which all the holy Popes have granted them; and we give him over utterly to the fiend, and let him quench his soul when dead in the pains of hell fire, as this candle is quenched and put out; and let us pray to God, our Lady, St. Peter and St. Paul, that all the senses of his body may fail, as now the light of this candle is gone, except he come on sight hereof, and openly confess his damnable heresy and blasphemy, and by repentance, as much as in him lies, to God, our Lady, St. Peter, and the worshipful company of this church; and as the staff of this holy cross now falls down, so may he, except he recants and repents. To the Printer of the London Evening Post.Sir.-As a proof how little regard the king's friends (as the present administration are pleased to style themselves) pay to the honour of their sovereign and religion, a living of three hundred pounds per annum was lately procured for a Scotch curate, who had fallen into disgrace with his parishioners from a public discovery of his gallantries. For some time the most respectable inhabitants abhorred going to church to hear him preach a doctrine so different from his own practice. The immorality of the curate was, however, soon lost in the rector, and his church became more crowded than ever; which shews that fortune makes a saint, and misfortune and poverty a sinner. Shall it be said, in the pious reign of George the Third, that church preferment, like court favour, goes by kissing? Heaven forbid ! FACT. Anecdote of Sir Isaac Newton.-The late Doctor Stukely, one day, by appointment visiting Sir Isaac Newton, the servant said he was in his study. No one was permitted to disturb him there but as it was near his dinner time, the visitor sat down to wait for him. After a while dinner was brought in; a boiled chicken under a cover. An hour passed, and Sir Isaac did not appear. The Doctor then eat the fowl; and covering up the empty dish, bid them dress their máster another. Before that was ready, the great man came down he apologized for his delay, and added, "give me but leave to take my short dinner, and I shall be at your service; I am fatigued and faint." Saying this, he lifted up the cover; and without any emotion, turned about to Stukely with a smile, " see," says he, "what we studious people are, I forgot I had dined." Extempore, on passing Bloomsbury Square, Hey! horse and foot, and grenadiers, They only want- -the B-d level. The following Copy of Verses on the death of the Regent of France, was written just after the decease of that Prince, and while his Majesty was at Hanover. 1753. How vain are mortal man's endeavours! There's Mereweis-Mark! Strange work! He equals any man in being) The army ne'er can be disbanded, I wish the King were safely landed. Ab, Sir, you never saw the Ganges! On either bank, from bough to bough, |