MAMMON IN LONDON;

OR, THE

SPY OF THE DAY.

MAMMON IN LONDON;

OR, THE

SPY OF THE DAY.

Faust. It seems you like the office of a spy.

Meph. All knowing am I not; much knowing certainly.-GOETHE.

O cives, cives, quærenda pecunia primum est;
Virtus post nummos.-HORACE.

Could Laureate Dryden pimp and friar engage,
And neither Charles nor James be in a rage?
And I not strip the gilding from a knave,
Unplaced, unpensioned, no man's heir or slave?

I will, or perish in the generous cause.

Hear this, and tremble, ye who 'scape the laws.-POPE.

IN TWO VOLUMES.

VOL. I.

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR W. SAMS, 1, ST. JAMES'S STREET,

BOOKSELLER TO H. R. H. THE DUKE OF YORK.

MDCCCXXIII.

PREFACE.

"Know, all the distant din the world may keep,
Rolls o'er our grotto, and but soothes our sleep."

Address of the Editors to that superlatively liberal, enlightened, candid, generous, &c. &c., individual, entitled the Public.

As we have always considered it to be a great indiscretion in the monster-mongers at fairs or in London, to hang outside of their booth or show, a correct representation of the wonderful sight within, because we have often observed that the country bumpkin, having gazed at the painted monstrosity, till his curiosity is satisfied, generally concludes by keeping

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