beyond pardon, and would not one lay a Scholars Egg against a Tost and Ale, that the Doctor would ne’re be concern’d with it as long as he was able to eat or drink either of ’em.  Why see now how an honest man may be cheated; do but turn to the one hundred seventy second page of his Book, and you will find this horrible, this hellish, syllable, in its Pontificallibus, at length, sitting almost a straddle upon the top of the Page, and us’d familiarly and friendly, without so much as once kacking at it, or one invective near it, tho the sense of the Curse is as broad as t’other, and has rather the worse signification. [Footnote:  Collier, p. 172.]

And pray what can this be else but Hypocrisy; if the word were really terrifying and horrible to him, it would certainly be so in one place as well as another.  No, no, these are only flights and amusements, tricks of his own studied Legerdemain, to make the bubbled ignorants believe him a Saint, and admire his Divinity, when, if they could dive to the bottom of the secret, ’tis solemnly believ’d by many of the dutiful Sons of the Church, that our Sham-reformer is a much fitter man to win Money by his skill at a game of Whisk and Swabbers, than as the case of Allegiance, and Morality, stand with him, to win Souls from Reprobation by the Integrity of his Principles.

I must treat ye with one instance more of his Hypocrisie, and then I pass on to another Head.  This instance I find Mr Vanbrook has taken particular notice of at the latter end of his Book, where, ’tis true, every one may see the Absolvers Foible is very plain, but that Author has not made the Case parallel with the others Remark upon Mr. Congreve’s Comedy the Old Batchelor, which shews his contradiction of himself, and his fallacy undeniable, for there he seems to roar at young Belmour for his forgetfulness of Religion, at a minute when he is desiring Letitia to give him leave to swear by her Lips and Eyes, when he is kissing and telling her, Eternity was in that moment. [Footnote:  Collier, p. 63.] In short, when he has got her fast in his Arms, and intends to go through stitch with the matter; for which he calls the Lady Strumpet, and raves at the smuttiness of the Action; and yet, a little while after, in another page, rallies, jokes upon, and banters young Worthy in the Relapse, for letting his Lady slip through his fingers, and calls him a Town-Spark, and a Platonick Fool for’t. [Footnote:  Collier, p. 127.] Hey Jingo, here’s Riddling for ye! what would this whimsical Gentleman be at? first he rails at a Lover for holding a pretty Woman fast, and then he jokes upon him for letting her go; this runs almost parallel with the Fable of the Satyr and the Traveller; but if the Doctor is observ’d to have the faculty of blowing hot and cold thus, I believe he may keep his breath either to cool his Porridge, or to warm his fingers, and be much better employ’d, than by using it to make any Proselytes to his Doctrine; and so much for this Head.  Now let us try if we can scratch another, and find it out under his Night-cap of