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So next Morning we told Whittle, and he fell 2

Swearing; Then my Dame Wadgar came, and the, you

know, is thick of Hearing ; Dame, said I, as loud as I could bawl, do you

know what a Loss I have had ? Nay, said she, my Lord * Collway's Folks are

all very fad, For my Lord f Dromedary comes a Tuesday withPugh! said I, but that's not the Bufiness that

ľail. Says Cary, fays he, I have been a Sérvant' this

Five and Twenty Years, come Spring, And in all the Places I liv'd, I never heard of such

a Thing Yes, fays the Steward, I remember, when I was at

my Lady Shrewsbury's, Such a Thing as this happen'd, just about the

time of Goosberries. So I went to the Party fufpected, and I found

her full of Grief; (Now you must know, of all Things in the

World, I hate a Thief.) However, I was refolv'd to bring the Discourse

flily about : Mrs. Dukes, said I, here's an ugly Accident has

happen'd out; 'Tis not that


value the Money three fkips of a Louse; But the Thing that I stand upon, is the Credit

of the Houfe 'Tis true, Seven Pounds, four Shillings, and fix

Pence makes a great Hole in my Wages, ' Befides, as they fay, Service is ' no Inheritance in the fe Ages. * Gallway. Droghada.


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Now, Mrs. Dukes, you know, and every Body underftands,

LE That tho’ 'tis hard to judge, yet Money can't

go without Hands. The Devil take me, faid she (blefing her felf)

if I ever saw't! So fhe roar'd like a Bedlam, as tho I had call'd

her all to naught; So you know, what could I say to her any

more, I e'en left her, and came away as wise as I

was before. Well: But then they would have had me gone

to the Cunning Man 2; No, faid 1, 'tis the fame Thing, the Chaplain,

will be here anon. So the Chaplain, came in; now the Servants say,

he is my Sweet-heart, Because he's always in my Chambers and I al

ways take his Part; So, as the Devil would have it, before I was

aware, out I blunder'd, Parfon, said I, can you cast a Nativity, when a

Body's plunderd (Now you must know, he hates to be call'd

Parfon, like the Devil. ). Truly, says he, Mrs. Nab, it might become you

to be more civil: If your Money be gone, as a Learned Divine says, You are no Text for my Handling, fo take

that from me:: I was never taken for a Conjuver before, I'd have Lord, said I, don't be angry, I am sure, I never thought you fo;

You O,

you to know.

don't cry,

You know, I honour the Cloth, I design to be

a Parson's Wife. I never took one in Your Coat for a Conjärer in

all my Life. With that, he twitted his Girdle at me like a

Rope, as who should say, Now you may go hang your self for me, and so

went away: Well, I thought, I should have swoon'd; Lord,

said I, what shall I do? I have lost my Money, and shall lose my True

Love too. Then my Lord call'd me; Harry, said my Lord, I'll give something towards thy Loss; and says

my Lady, so will l. Oh but, faid' I, what if after all my Chaplain

won't come to? For that, he said (an't please your Excellencies) I must Petition You. 131

3 The Premifles tenderly confider'd, I defire your

Excellencies Protection, 1991 And that I may have a share in next Sunday's

Collections Radio And over and above, that I may have your Excellencies Letter,

,1.27 With an Order for the Chaplain aforesaid; or

instead of him, a Better: And then your poor Petitioner, both Night and

Day, Or the Chaplain ( for 'tis his Trade) as in Duty

bound, Shall ever . 1. FINI S.


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Lady B-B-finding in the

Author's Room fome Verfes unfinished, under-writ a Stanza of her own,

with Raillery upon him, which gave Occasion to this Ballad.

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Nce on a time, as old Stories rehearse,
A Friar would needs shew his Talent
in Latin ; ;

But was forely put to't in the
midft of a Verle,
Because he could find no word to come pat in.

Then all the Place

He left a void Space,
And so went to Bed in a desperate Case.

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When behold the next Morning, a wonderful

Riddle, He found it was strangely fill'd in the Middle. Cho. Let Cenfuring Criticks then think what they

lift on't,

Who would not write Verses with such an

This put me the Friar into an Amazement,

For he wisely consider'd it must be a Spirit, That came through the Key-Hole, or in at the

Casement, And it needs must be one that could both Read and Write:

Yet he did not know

If it were Friend or Foe, Or, whether it came from Above or Below. Howe'er it'was civil in Angel or Elf, For he ne'er could have fill'd it so well of himself. Cho. Let Cenfaring, ốc.

III. Even fo Master Doctor had puzzled his Brains

In making a Ballad, but was at a Stand, He had mixt little Wit with a great deal of

Pains, When he found a new Help from Invifible Hand.

Then good Dr. S

Pay Thanks for the Gift, For you freely must own you were at a

dead Lift; And tho’ fome malicious young Spirit did do't, You may know by the Hand, it had no Cloven

Foot. Cho. Let Censuring Criticks then think what they lift

2. EV Who would not write Vorfes with such an af ffant.



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