robes, &c, are in great forwardness, being ordered fome time before, and will be here directly.

Luther. Come hither, that I may bless you. My hand and peace confecrate, confirm, feal, and ordain you all and severally Cardinals of my two-fold Proteftant Empires, or the like of that, as the faying is, do ye mungey.

Mofes. As a Chriftian, I will not say Bishop, Cardinal, or Pope, but in the fhoes of a fimple Chriftian, what decifion will you pass on your noble relation, Doctor Tillotfon, as yourfelf in a former, and the Club in the prefent Conference, have decyphered him.

Luther. You charged me, in a former Conference, of wearing a mask, or two faces, when occafion offered; but as I never could keep a fecret, it would be unbecoming, in me, to attempt it. I gave you my thoughts, with those of my family, concerning our relation, that what was praife-worthy in him, which was his money, and exceeding great prudence, as birdlime, catched every bargain, but would part with nothing, making this a ftanding rule, that charity fhould be no Gadder, but a true domeftic. The only thing I can with decency repeat was his pen, wherever his malice pointed, which had no refpect for truth, but made every oppofite bend to his will. This was the caufe of his lofing one of the beft of fervants, who was his penfman, and most useful on all occafions. On fome particular fubject in his war against popery, he ordered this man to write what he thought useful to gain his point, refe

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rence to one of the fathers, the, fervant, whe hated a lie, turned to the part quoted, and found the treachery of the Doctor, fhewed him the quotation; but the Doctor, with his usual ferocity, replied, "Write as I have ordered, no person will doubt my veracity or look over old mufty volumes to inform themselves." Sir, fays the trufty fervant, "If the religion we profefs is obliged to refort and have recourse to falfehood for its pillar or prop, I fhall never touch a pen more in fo rotten and villainous a caufe, but will inform myself and adhere to truth." He immediately fet about this great work, and, as he thought, the Papists had truth on their fide, he went for Douay, became a priest, and returned on the miffion to England. Whether he was one that was hanged, drawn and quartered at Tyburn, or in the country, for being a prieft, as numbers of the priests suffered, I cannot take upon myself to fay. One work I thought to affift at, for the good of the protef tant caufe, which is now printing in weekly numbers, a folio, under the title of Ganganelli's Bible, with notes. Several of us thought him a fit perfon, being of all the popes more univerfally efteemed; fo that we found him a proper fubject to get a quick fale and double price, a fhilling per number. Had we put any other title, fixpence per number must have been the ftipend, and a lingering tedious fale, which would no wife answer the purpofe intended. We contrived the matter to serve different purposes. First, to get a double portion of cafh, in a fhort time. Secondly, To gall the papifts,

papists, in changing a papistical Pope into a Deift. Thirdly, To turn Jews and Papifts into ridicule. Fourthly, To ftrengthen the proteftant religion by the Deifm of the moft diftinguished and exalted, character, but whofe works bear a different tendency, cafting his threats againit all, but in a mode peculiar to Ganganelli, which draws and invites to the Catholic Religion, lays it open to your view, which is the most dangerous method to a proteftant that believes Chrift. We obferved the evil in this unhappy age, and concluded, abfolutely proper to publish this Bible, with notes of Deilm, infidelity, and little fhort of Atheism. In a word, we have metamorphofed the popish Pope into a Materialift.

What bold rap, ta, ta, tat, with tumult at our door? Perhaps, an Embaffage, if so, do mungey, be wary, nincompoops and exert yourfelves and appear as men in your dignified characters, not like bumbailiffs, buffleheads, rafcalions, or fuch like beggar crew, you nincompoops; appear like princes and receive them with an air of authority, that becomes your princely characters. I now wave my fceptre with a small inclining condefcendence. But hark, hufh, I dread fome ruffians. Who's there? answer, or, bodikins, life or death is your portion. Speak out, villains, or for ever after hold your peace. Oyes, oyes, oyes, all Tanner of perfons who have any demands on my goods or chattels, let them appear, or for ever after hold their peace. I am in difmay, frightened to death at this ftrange prefage. What

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can it be? arm yourselves; it cannot surely be the ghoft that I in fo legal a process have condemned to punishments evermore; I rob no man; Peter's chair is vacant, and who is fo proper as myfelf?

Hoft. Your eminence will excufe my intrufion, but according to our agreement the packet boat is ready with a fine gale for England. You have not a minute to delay.

Taylor. Your holiness's pontifical robes in the most elegant and rich drefs. Will your holinefs be please to grant me the honour to try them on your facred perfon?

Luther. How dare you, firrah, faucy buzzard, robber of the hen-rooft, you clay-faced Swifs, fwarthy pig. I repeat, how dare you, or the like of that, do ye mungey, behave in the manner you do? rot ye, faucy minstrel, common ftroller, with your gambols and gallanty-show.

Taylor. Your holiness will be pleased, if you think meet, to compose yourself, that your prefent ftory, which has rather fatigued the immenfity of your perfon, may be a little abated; when, if your holiness will permit to be enticed in a gentle manner to be undreffed, and be difincumbered from the weight of those minor robes, after which, and a fmall interregnum, at the wave of your imperial fceptre, your faithful flave will proceed with the moft refpectful diligence to enfhrine your most facred and mighty holiness, in your pontifical robes, the most elegant, rich, beautiful, fine, nice, charming, and coftly, perhaps, that ever was

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Amen.

Hoft. Unless you, Sir, immediately put yourself in a condition to fet off in the packet boat, now ready, our contract is void, and fo

adieu.

Luther. You, void of all grace, your infolence proves the dregs from whom you are produced, fcum of a filthy neft of piffmires; avaunt, Satan, get thee hence in one moment, be gone, and never present yourself before my Imperial Holiness evermore. Rattle-fnake, the rafcal is abfconded, my vehemence is abated; my friend, proceed to the decoration, in fo doing, no doubt, I fhall appear as the morning fun, fpringing out on his afcenfion from the arms of lovely Aurora, graced with ringlets of burnished gold.

Taylor. Your Holiness will vouchsafe to perch one moment whilft we deliver you from your old, and put on your most sumptuous, and gordious drefs; the world will truely declare you the golden Phenix, or none fo pretty, bright Luminary.

Luther. Go to the ant, thou fluggard, confider her ways and be wife, that little piffmire puts her back to the burden without flinching, continually accumulates and with vengence attacks 'all invaders, fhe being wife, is a true copy of myfelf.

Taylor. Your Holiness would wish not to part the two Covenants, but rather clothe Aaron with Peter.

Luther. Aye, undoubtedly, or the like of that, do ye mungey, I fhall be enlarged, look ye, how

graceful,