The history of popery, or, Pacquet of advice from Rome the fourth volume containing the lives of eighteen popes and the most remarkable occurrences in the church, for near one hundred and fifty years, viz. from the beginning of Wickliff's preaching, to the first appearance of Martin Luther, intermixt with several large polemical discourses, as whether the present Church of Rome be to be accounted a Church of Christ, whether any Protestant may be present at Mass and other important subjects : together with continued courants, or innocent reflections weekly on the distempers of the times.

The COURANT.

Tory.

THe truth is, 'twas a great disappointment, and has utterly spoil'd the wit of an Health to Blewcap! but are not your Whiggs at Chichester most abominable Varlets, to Massacre our Reverend Father's Jades at this rate?

Truem.

Yes indeed, Nat Thomson and L'Estrange I see resolve to make Martyrs of the poor Beasts; one of the Roman Emperours made his Horse Lord Mayor, and an Ass you know tutor'd the Prophet, why then may not an Episcopal Steed be Sainted? We men of Kent I remember got long-tails by being uncivil to Bishop Beckets Nag, and who knows what heavy Judg∣ments may befall these Clowns of Sussex for such a damnable Plot against Old Roan or sorrell Ecclesiastick? but the truth is, all the whole story is a Ly, the Phanaticks kill'd my Lord the Bishops Horses, no more than they burnt London, and yet Roger L'Estrange has charg'd them with both.

Tory.

Well! let the Horses go to the Dogs, o••ly as long un∣buried as the fellow did, a few years ago, but in the mean time what can you say touching the man that was slain there the other day?

Truem.

There was a fellow fit for the Imployment, that took upon him to be an Informer, but staying too long after the Bran∣dy bottle, the Meeting it seems was broke up, this loss of a Jobb and the Liquor together enrag'd him to that degree, that he must needs break a worthy Gentleman's Windows, whose Coachman going out to enquire the cause of that Burglary, the Informer not only abus'd his Master with vile Language, but assaulted the Coachman, who in his own defence, laid him in the Kennell, but no sooner had he recover'd his Leggs, but away he runs to the Man's you wot on to make his sad Complaint how he had suffer'd by the Whigs for serving the Church. Into the Celler he is carryed for a Cup of Benediction and Consolation, and being Drunk before, adds to the debauch, and so good Night! Now this accident is to be fill'd to the Dissenters account, and you must needs believe that he dyed by means of the scuffle between him and the Coachman. But pray tell us, what makes Squire

Hodge so desparately mad with the Parliaments, and fall so foul on their priviledges at this juncture, I hope we are not like to have one this Winter?

Tory.

No, no, Hang 'um we all hate the very name; the Popes Holiness himself would be as well pleas'd to hear of a General Council as we of a Parliament. You see Roger aforesaid makes it Rebellion and half seas over to Forty one, to expect an annual Parliament, though there are a Brace or two of as fair laws for it, as any in the Statute Book.

Truem.

I never wonder to hear naughty Boys rail against Birch; no doubt the Gentleman's Journey to Holland, cost him Mony, and he may be allow'd now to swagger; don't you re∣member how the Collier huff•• against the Mayor when he was got out of the Liberties.

Tory.

Yes, but his saying 'tother day that Rebellion always attended the Reformation, was a little to broad. I left a note last Night at Sam's to caution him to more prudence, for if he go on at this rate the people will conclude him a Papist, though Prance should never make a word on't?