Every body knows, that I love to tell truth and fhame the devil. gen I am but a poor fervant; but I think tlefolks fhould be civil. Befides, you found fault with our vittles one day that you was here; I remember it was ona 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 master's stocking,) My mafter is fo fond of that minifter that keeps the fchool— I thought my mafter a wife man, but that man makes him a fool. Saunders, faid I, I would rather than a quart of ale He would come into our kitchen, and I would pin a dish-clout to his tail. And now I must go and get Saunders to direct this letter; For I write but a fad fcrawl; but my sister Marget the writes better. Well, but I must run and make the bed, before my mafter comes from pray rs; And fee now, it ftrikes ten, and I hear him coming up ftairs: Whereof Whereof I cou'd fay more to your verses, if I cou'd write written handed of And fo I remain, in a civil way, your feryant to command, M. Own, 'tis not my bread and butter; But prythee, Tim, why all this clutter? Why ever in these raging fits, To e Tories are gone ev'ry man over illuftrious houfe of Hanover; From all their conduct this is plain; And then T. G-- damn the lyars again, • See Tim and the fables, Vol. VII. Did Did not an earl but lately vote, d Our whole how this frothy coxcomb frets! T. Did not an able statesman-bishop This dang'rous horrid motion dish-up As popish craft? did he not rail on't ? Shew fire and faggot in the tail on't? Proving the earl a grand offender, And in a plot for the pretender, Whose fleet, 'tis all our friends opinion, Was then embarking at Avignon.. M. These brangling jars of Wbig and Tory Are ftale and worn as Troy-town ftory: And now you find you fought for nothing. • Sir Martin Marrall is a character in one of Dryden's comedies. Sir Martin was to ferenade his mistress; but, as he could not play, his man undertook to conceal himself, and do it for him, while he fhould thrum the inftrument; but this ingenious project mifcarried by the knight's continuing his exercife, when the mufick was at an end. When When all the bees are gone to fettle, E 3 And when the war is paft, you come T 3 Was more abhorr'd and fcorn'd by those With whom he ferv'd, than by his foes; So thou art grown the deteftation of Of all thy party through the nation: LA 1 Thy fcrew'd-up front, thy ftate-grimace, T. My good friend Mullinix, forbear; I I vow to G--, you're too feverede 6 If If it could ever yet be known I took advice, except my own, Why, Tim, you have a tafte I know, And |