Poor Robin's prophecy, for the year 1701 Found several years after his death, hid under an old close-stool-pan. And now publish'd by his executors, to make some people merry, and the rest mad. Containing, comical predictions for every month in the year, carefully calculated, to make both sexes shake their sides till they break their twatling-strings.

NOVEMBER.

Fire and Good Liquor, 'tis by all agreed, Defend you from the Cold; but when a Bed, A Woman full of Beauty and Delight, Is better far, to keep you warm all Night.

THis Month makes its entrance upon All-Saints, as if it had been in Purgatory to be cleans'd of Gun-Powder-Treason-Day, ever since this time Twelve-month, and was just pray'd out by some of the Romish Clergy, because the want of it should not confound the Calendar, by displacing of Christ∣mas. 'Tis conjectur'd, by some Persons of very great Fore∣sight, the crawling of Souls out of Purgatory, upon this Day, will occasion a great scarcity of Crabs, for so many will be bought, to be sowed up in Tiffany, for the service of their Chappels, that we shall have very few hawk'd about Streets for six or eight a Peny, till the holy Cheat is compleated.

Upon the 4th. of this Month will be great talk of our re∣markable deliverance from Popery and Slavery, begun upon this Day Twelve Years; and by some politick Grey-heads of the nonthinking Fraternity; great enquiry will be made what became of the many Thousands of Monsters brought out of Terra Incognita, cover'd with Bear-skins, and arm'd with double Harquebusses; and were Soldiers of such Experience, that they had been in all the subterranean Wars that had hap∣pen'd this fifty Years, without so much as having been shaven, that their Beards hung down to their Saddle-skirts, as they were mounted on Horse-back; also what is become of the vast number of bloody-minded Irish, who were cutting the Throats of all the People in the Kingdom in one Night, and were yet at last so merciful that they hurt no body; about such like Affairs, and Prayers for our Deliverance, will the Day be spent succeeded by another Holiday.

The 5th. of November (as the Song says) most Men will remember, but few the Thirtieth of January: This Day, a∣mongst all holy, pious, and well-reformed Christians, is the greatest Thanksgiving in the whole Year; and rather than the Streets should want Bon-fires to light the Mob into a re∣membrance of Guido Faux and his dark Lanthorn, they will heartily bestow some of their necessary Houshold-stuff, that their Zeal may blaze forth amongst their Neighbours, for fear of being wrongfully branded with the odious Title of Church-Papist. Many a bitter word will be belch'd out against Popery this Night, o'er half a Pint of Canary; and many a Health drank to the noble Prince that so bravely defended us from the Miseries that attended it.

The 19th. of this Month, will prove another true Protestant Holiday, dedicated to the Pious Memory of that Antipapistical Princess and Virgin-Preserver of the Reform'd Churches, Queen Elizabeth: This Night will be a great Promoter of the Tallow-Chandlers welfare; for marvellous Illuminations will be set forth in every Window, as Emblems of her shining Vertues; and will be stuck in Clay to put the World in mind, that Grace, Wisdom, Beauty, and Virginity, were unable to preserve the best of Women from Mortality.

The 22d. of this Month is Dedicated to the Memory of a famous Roman Virgin St. Cecilia, (which shows there may be Maids of any Religion) who was so very famous for play∣ing on the Jews-Trump, that even the Protestant Musicians, as well as those of her own Church, have chosen her for their Patroness. On this Day there will be more crowding to St. Bridget's Church, to hear one of the Stewards Anthems, than ever there was to hear a Bishop preach a Ser∣mon; which shows, that the Soul of Man is much more de∣lighted with Musick's Harmony, than with School-Divinity. Abundance of Wine and Wild-Fowl will be devoured by the Brethren of the String; and if any part of the Musick be pro∣per

for the Foot 'twill be highly commended by the Dancing-Masters. Gentry may be known by their Deportment; but whoever is affected with a Lac'd-Hat, you may be sure is either a Performer, a Player, or a Master of the Step.

St. Andrew, the Scotch Patron, brings up the rear of this Month. Oatmeal Hasty-pudding, Clap-bread, and Bonny-clapper, will, upon this Day, go as merrily down in Scotland, as Red-Herrings and Leak-Porridge upon St. David's-Day in Wales; and many a bonny Lad in this Town, will have a Cross in his Hat, that has not one in his Pocket.