So you know, what could I fay to her any more?

I e'en left her, and came away as wife as I was before. Well but then they would have had me gone to the cnning man!

No, faid I, 'tis the fame thing, the chaplain will be here

anon.

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So the chaplain my fweetheart,

came in now the fervants fay he is

Because he's always in my chamber, and I always take his part.

So, as the Devil would have it, before I was aware, out I blunder'd,

Parfon, faid I, can you caft a nativity, when a body's plunder'd ?

(Now you must know he hates to be call'd parfon like Devil.)

Truly, fays he, Mrs. Nab, it might become you to be more civil ;

If your money be gone, as a learned divine says, d'ye fee,

You are no text for my handling; fo take that from me :

I was never taken for a conjurer before, I'd have you

to

Lord! faid I, don't be angry, I'm fure I never thought you fo;

You

Dr. Swift.

You know I honour the cloth; I defign to be a parfon's

wife;

I never took one in- your coat for a conjurer in all my

life.

With that he twifted his girdle at me like a rope, as who fhould fay,

Now you may go hang yourself for me! and fo went a

way.

Well, I thought I fhould have fwoon'd: Lord: faid I, what fhall I do?

I have loft my money, and fhall lofe my true love too! Then my lord call'd me: Harry †, faid my Lord, don't. cry;

I'll give fomething towards thy lofs; and, fays my Lady,

fo will I.

O! but, faid I, what if, after all, the chaplain won't come

to ?

For that, he faid (an't please your Excellencies), I must petition you,

The premiffes tenderly confider'd, I defire your Excellencies protection,

And that I may have a fhare in next Sunday's collec

tion;

And, over and above, that I may have your Excellencies letter,

With an order for the chaplain aforefaid, or, in flead of him, a better:

And then your poor petitioner, both night and day,

Or the chaplain (for 'tis his trade) as in duty bound, fhall ever pray.

A cant word of Lord and Lady B. to Mrs. Harris..

2 molten & ad of cnien 1; shot › ada ruonod I word noY Mary the Cook-Maid's Letter to Dr. Sheridan,

WELL,

Edw 25

ELL, Fever I faw fuch another man fince my
mother bound my head!
marry

You a gentleman! marry come up! I wonder where you were bred.

I'm fure fuch words do not become a man of your cloth;

I would not give fuch language to a dog, faith and troth. Yes, you call'd my mafter a knave: fie, Mr, Sheridan!

1001 satis a fhame

For a parfon, who fhould know better things, to come out with fuch a name.

Knave in your teeth, Mr. Sheridan! 'tis both a fhame and a fin:

And the Dean my mafter, is an honefter man than you

He has more goodriefs in his little finger than you have in your whole body:

My maler is a perfonable man, and not a fpindle-fhank❜d hoddy-doddy.

And now, whereby find you would fain make an excufes Because my mafter one day, in anger, call'd you goose; Which, and I am fure I have been his fervant four years fince October,

And he never call'd me worfe than fweet-heart, drunk or fober:

Not that I know his reverence was ever concern'd to my

knowledge,

Though you and your come-rogues keep him out fo late, in your college.

You fay you will eat grafs on his grave: a christian eat

grafs.

Whereby you now confefs yourself to be a goose or an afs: But that's as much as to say, that my mafter should die before ye:

Well, well, that's as God pleafes; and I don't believe that's a true story ;„;

And fo fay I told you fo, and you may go tell my master, what care I?

And I don't care who knows it; 'tis all one to Mary. Every body knows that I love to tell truth, and fhame the devil;

I am but a poor fervant, but I think gentle folks fhould

'be civil.

Befides, you found fault with our victuals one day that you was here;

I remember it was on a Tuesday, of all days in the year; And Saunders the man fays you are always jefting and

mocking:

Mary, faid he (one day as I was mending my mafter's flocking),

My mafter is so fond of that minister that keeps the school. I thought my mafter a wife man, but that man makes him

a fool.

Saunders,

Saunders, faid I, I would rather than a quart of ale He would come into our kitchen, and I would pin a difh

And now I must go, and get Saunders to direct this letter; For I write but a fad fcrawl, but my fifter Marget she writes better. NO CAS

Well, but I muft run and make the bed, before my master comes from pray'rs :

And fee now, it ftrikes ten, and I hear him coming up stairs; Whereof I could fay more to your verfes, if I could to write written chand:

And fo I remain, in a civil way your fervant to command.

Acres procurrent, magnum fpe&taculum uterque.' HOR comrades, as authors fay

Two

grave

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(But in what chapter, page, or line,

b. Ye critics, if ye pleafe, define),

Had found an oyster in their way,

Conteft and foul debate arofe:

Both view'd at once with greedy eyes, Both challeng'd the delicious prize, And high words foon improv'd to blows.

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