Dame, faid I, as loud as I could bawl, do you know

what a Lofs I have had?

Nay, faid the, my Lord Collway's Folks are all very fad;

For

my Lord t Dromedary comes a Tuesday without fail;

Pugh! faid I, but that's not the Business that I ail, Says Cary, fays he, I have been a Servant this Five and Twenty Years, come Spring;

And in all the Places I liv'd, I never heard of fuch 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 Gooseberries.

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.)

How

* Galway. † Drogheda, who with the Primate were to fucceed the two Earls. Clerk of the Kitchen

However, I was refolv'd to bring the Difcourfe fli

ly about;

Mrs.

Dukes, faid I, here's an ugly Accident has

happen'd out:

'Tis not that I value the Money 5 three Skips of a Louse;

But the Thing I ftand upon is, the Credit of the House:

'Tis true, Seven Pounds, Four Shillings, and Six Pence, makes a great Hole in my Wages; Befides, as they fay, Service is no Inheritance in thefe Ages.

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

That tho' 'tis hard to judge, yet Money can't ga without Hands.

The Devil take me, faid the (bleffing her felf,) if ever I faw't!

So fhe roar'd like a Bedlam, as thof I had call'd her all to naught:

So

you know, what could I fay to her any more:

I e'en left her, and came away as wife as I was be

fore.

Well:

* A Servant, one of the Footmen's Wives. An ufual Say◄ ing of hers.

Well: But then they would have had me gone to the Cunning-Man:

No, faid I, 'tis the fame Thing, the Chaplain will

be here anon.

So the Chaplain came in. Now the Servants fay he is my Sweet-heart,

Becaufe 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 the Devil.)

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

If your Money be gone, as a learned Divine fays, 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 know:

Lord, faid I, don't be angry, I am fure I never thought you fo:

You

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 twisted his Girdle at me like a Rope; as who should say,

Now you may go hang yourself for me; and fo

went away.

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

I have loft my Money; and I fhall lose my Truelove too.

So, my Lord call'd me; * Harry, faid my Lord

don't cry,

I'll give fomething towards thy Lofs; And says my Lady, fo will I.

Oh! 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.

* A Cant Word of my Lord and Lady to Mrs. Harris,

THE

THE Premiffes tenderly confider'd; I defire your

Excellencies Protection:

And that I may have a Share in next Sunday's Collection :

And over and above, that I may have your Excel lencies Letter,

With an Order for the Chaplain aforefaid; or inftead 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.

Lady