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robes, &c, are in great forwardness, being ordered some time before, and will be here di. rectly.
Luther. Conie hither, that I may bless you. . My hand and peace consecrate, confirm, seal, and ordain you all and severally Cardinals of my (wo-fold Protestant Empires, or the like of that, as the faying is, do ye mungey.
Mofes. As a Chriftian, I will not fay Bishop, Cardinal, or Pope, but in the shoes of a simple Chriftian, what decision will you pass on your noble relation, Doctor Tillotson, as yourself in a former, and the Club in the present Conference, have decyphered him.
Luther. You charged me, in a former Conference, of wearing a mask, or two faces, when occasion offered, but as I never could keep a secret, 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 praise-worthy in him, which was his money, and exceeding great prudence, as birdlime, catched every bargain, but would part with nothing, making this a standing rule, that charity should be no Gadder, but a true domestic. The only thing I can with decency repeat was his pen, wherever his malice pointed, which had no respect for truth, but made every opposite bend to his will. This was the caute of his losing one of the best of servants, who was his pensman, and most useful on all occafiops. On some particular subject in his war against popery, he ordered this man to write what he thought useful to gain his point, refe
rence to one of the fathers, the servant, who hated a lie, turned to the part quoted, and found the treachery of the Doctor, shewed 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 musty volumes to inform themselves.” Sir, says the trusty servant, “ If the religion we profess is obliged to resort and have recourse to falsehood for its pillar or prop, I shall never touch a pen more in so rotten and villainous a cause, but will inform myself and adhere to truth.” He immediately set about this great work, and, as he thought, the Papists had cruth on their fide, he went for Douay, became a priest, and returned on the mission to England. Whether he was one that was hanged, drawn and quartered at Tyburn, or in the country, for being a priest, as numbers of the priests suffered, I cannot take upon myself to say. One work [ thought to affist at, for the good of the proteftant cause, 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 person, being of all the popes more universally efteemned; fo that we found him a proper subject to get a quick sale and double price, a shilling per number. Had we put any other title, sixpence per number muit have been the stipend, and a lingering tedious sale, which would no wise answer the purpose intended. We contrived the matter to serve different purposes. First, to get a double portion of cash, in a short time. Secondly, To gall she
papists, in changing a papistical Pope into a Deist. Thirdly, To turn Jews and Papists into ridicule. Fourthly, To strengthen the protestant religion by the Deism of the most diftinguished and exalted character, but whose 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 protestant that believes Christ. We observed the evil in this unhappy age, and concluded, absolutely proper to publish this Bible, with notes of Deilm, infidelity, and little short of Atheism. In a word, we have metamorphosed the popish Pope into a Materialist.
What bold rap, ta, ta, tat, with tumult at our door ? Perhaps, an Emballage, if so, do mungey, be wary, nincompoops and exert yourselves and appear as men in your dignified chasacters, not like bumbailiffs, bufeheads, rafcalions, or such 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 sceptre with a small inclining condescendence. But hark, hush, 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 isanner of persons who have any demands on my goods or chattels, let them appear, or for ever after hold their peace. I am in dismay, frightened to death at this strange presage. Whac
can it be? arm yourselves; it cannot surely be the ghost that I 'in so legal a process have condemned to punishments evermore; I rob no man; Peter's chair is vacant, and who is fo proper as myself?
Hot. Your eminence will excuse my intrufion, but according to our agreement che 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 dress. Will your holiness be please to grant me the honour to try them on your sacred person?
Lutber. How dare you, firrah, faucy buzzard, robber of the hen-roost, you clay-faced Swiss, swarthy pig. I repeats how dare you, or the like of that, do ye mungey, behave in the manner you do? rot ye, faucy minftrel, common stroller, with your gambols and gallanty-show.
Taylor. Your holiness will be pleased, if you think meet, to compose yourself, that your present story, which has rather fatigued the immenficy of your person, may be a little abated; when, if your holiness will permit to be enticed in a gentle manner to be undressed, and be disincumbered from the weight of those minor robes, after which, and a small interregnum, at the wave of your imperial sceptre, your faithful save will proceed with the most respectful diligence to ensrine your most sacred and mighty holiness, in your pontifical robes, the most elegant, rich, beautiful, fine, nice, charming, and costly, perhaps, that ever was U
heretofore placed on the facred shoulder: Amen.
Hoft. Unless you, Sir, immediately put yourself in a condition to set off in the packet boat, now ready, our contract is void, and so adieu.
Luther. You, void of all grace, your infolence proves the dregs from whom you are produced, fcum of a filthy nest of pissmires; avaunt, Satan, get thee hence in one moment, be gone, and never present yourself before my Imperial Holiness evermore. Rattle-snake, the rascal is abfconded, my vehemence is abated; my friend, proceed to the decoration, in so doing, no doubt, I shall appear as the morning sun, springing out on his alcenfion from the arms of lovely Aurora, graced with ringlets of burnished gold.
Tayler. Your Holiness will vouchsafe to perch one moment whilst we deliver you from your old, and put on your most sumptuous, and gordious dress; the world will truely declare you the golden Phenix, or none so pretty, bright. Luminary
Lutber. Go to the ant, thou fluggard, consider her ways and be wise, that little piffmire puts her back to the burden without Ainching, continually accumulates and with vengence attacks all invaders, she being wise, is a true copy of myself.
Taylor. Your Holiness would wish not to part the two Covenants, but rather cloche Aaron with Peter.
Luther. Aye, undoubtedly, or the like of that, do ye mungey, I shall be enlarged, look ye, how