the nuptials. O merry has been the feats of our dancing days. t. Jagta

Mofes. I perceive your dinner hour is ar rived, your face is painted a livid hue, your eyes ghaftly, and whole countenance pale and wan; we will not fret you longer, but bid adieu, my dear young friend, we will go.s Luther. Your reverence will give orders to have the fettlement drawn with all expedition, as I fet forth, that you may be at ease and secure, and ponder the great truths of the gof. pels; the rigorous accounting day, the precarious ftate you are in, and in what degree you will appear before Chrift: as his viceroy I am compelled to admonish all gainfayers, if, perhaps you may find and embrace the truth, turn from error and do good. Adieu, reverend scribe, remember the contract.

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TOST, long talking with energetic zeal for the converfion of a doctor in Ifrael, has greatly oppreffed and filled my needful stomach with ftagnated and fœtid air; fo that you will relieve your lord with expeditious, hot and favory meat, fuch as you know my foul loveth, and attend alone, as I fhall want intelligence and intruft matters of the greateft magnitude to your depofit. What is that exhalation which flatters, recreates, foaks and envelops my whole man. O Rachel, Ra

chel, Rachel, like a bee ravifhed in the odoriferous fragrancy and celeftial perfumes of thefe incomparable mandrakes made into a wreath or garland of the most exquifite texture, lulled in fweet repofe upon the bed of foft delights, adding new graces, if graces can be added, to the angelic and divine beauties of the delight of my foul.

Hoft. Your reverence will obferve, as you defire to live free coft, which you hinted with a fquint over your fhoulder, you had done your life paft, but muft not be expected in my houfe; however, I have endeavoured to draw as near your prudence, fo that there may be as little between us and as fhort a time as may be.

Luther. Rafcallion, faucy Swifs, Calvinian pig, how! know you not my eminence, and the great field I am now laying before you for aggrandizing and raising to honour not only you,

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Hoft. That's well entered in the journals. I have this being now the great faft of your To common-prayer book, provided that lenten dif that has drawn fo much grace from you; it is éan Olio of all the different entrails of many -ilkinds of fish I could pick up, the extreme exwhalation is chiefly from the ftalenefs, fome belling of a fortnight, I won't promife, if not a month fo that you will perceive little difficulty a in chufing, and, according to your repeated directions, to disguise the offenfive fumes, put much garlic, fhallots, onions, pepper, thime, -Oand other herbs, a faufage, and four pickled oherrings; it is well cemented with ten brown bifcuits powdered; they have been fimmering Together fourteen hours.

ob Lutber. What it is compofed of I know not, 5 but the hofegay is mandrakes. O lovely nymph, swhat muft or can your rapturous foul be in

flamed with, but the balmy delights of the Uceleftial odour. O that honey-drop lip, diftilling the balmy dew of elyfium, warbling the delights of the gods in foft enchanting verfe. YO lyre, thrice bleffed, for the fweet embraces, wathe lilies. O divine touch that infpires, enchants, es and lulls the divinities with languifhings of love and foft delight, I dread diffolution, or inftantly, great Cato like, would fly by this in9.strument (in a rage takes up the knife) inftantly and claim my dove, but other loves prepondeTate and keep me from the darling and fetter of my foul.

Hoft. Reverend fir, why fo angry? I hope you are well; your mind feems greatly agitated; pray, compofe yourfelf, your dinner waits.

Luther. Love is ftronger than death and fweeter than the honey-comb. My firft fermon, on my return, fhall be to expatiate largely on the power and force of love. In the mean time, I will give grace. O Lord, your goodness is beyond controul, fuffer thus much, now the joy of my foul, delicioufly delightful, reverfed, delightfully delicious: this is living, O ye gods, I do not envy you, you lamb of the flock, you drowned your Lord and inebriate your fhepherd. O God of my heart and delight of my foul, how brimful, to the throat of my ftomach, O fuffocation, choaking, and ftifling of my full man, what has heaven to rival the overflowings of these infinite and incomparable bleffings, and never to be too much enjoyed fweetneffes, overflowing and fovereign inebriations, which ocean of never-ending pleasures my longing guft cannot be fatiated, nor my will cry, it is enough. Give me a mug of brown I nappy find it vaftly reviving, and adds frefh vigour to proceed, as I fhould die to leave the leaft atom either in difh or plate; flip and fee if the pan be empty that there be no wafte, and the fame time kill two birds with one ftone, order in the difh of chops in which shall seal the first part.

Hoft. The pan is cleared, but has flipped your memory: Chops, reverend fir, are forbid. Luther. I give no fcandal, I hope, to the Hollanders or Genevans, I give none to my

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own flock; for every man's confcience cries our, enjoying is the delight of the heart, and all works of fupererrogation in religion are erroneous, damnable, and fuperftitious, according to my creed and your's, if you are a proteftant; fo, by the faith I hold, I must eat the chop to remove scandal.

Hoft. Endeavour as you will, your church appears to all others as baftard papists.

Luther. This chop is as tender, fo that I feek it as a lamb does its dam: now fome drink, and then the maccaronie. This laft is, without compare, your mafter-piece. The tart is excellent; but the jorum crowns the banquet. We will return thanks. We give thee thanks, Lord of all good gifts, for these and all bleffings we have fo plentifully feafted on. So be it.

Hoft. I cannot make out what your new philofophy confifts in; one minute you acknowledge a God, another you deny him. What I have learnt is, they are a remnant of the Jewish fynagogue turned Sadducees, which were chiefly concerned in the death of Chrift: they allow but one nature, which is matter.

Luther. This particularly has been found proper in our enlightened age, and more force-. able among us of high condition, in order to appeafe and allay the petulent humours that feems to encreafe and follow with wifdom to the brain; where fhe, in conjunction with her mate, fettle the fyftem of future operations; and then, like a centinal, guards the avenues and conductors of the reins and fenfes ; are ready for ac tion with keen edge and no remorfe; for the after

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