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I. The Religion of a Soldier, VIII. A Riddle.
by the late Major General IX. Epigram.

X. The Death-Watch. A
II. The Chaplains' Petition for Poem in Two Canto's.

Redress of Grievances ; by Xİ. To Ardelia.

one of the Camp Chaplains. XII. The Plaintiff and Dea
IN. A Dialogue between a fendant.

Shepherd- and Shepherdefs. XIII. From W. M: in the
IV. The Last Will and Tes:

Marshalsea to Sir H. M.
tament of Doctors Commons. in Newgate.
V. The Welshman's Inven XIV. The Masquerade.

XV. It is good to be in Debt,
VI. A modern Latin Ode prais'd by Sir W. Cornwallis.

attempted in English. XVI. A Tale of a Tub, for
VII. An Ode on Miss Fanny the Use of those that swal-

Murrave By Mr. Thom. low Pills in Town, or

WATERs in the Country.


Printed for A. FREEMAN, in Fleet-Streets and sold af

all the Pamphlet-Shops 1747.

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To the whole Army, both Officers

and Soldiers, from the Generals, down to the Private Centinels.

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T is for your Sake, and in your Vindication, as

well as my own, I have at this time drawn my Pen; for 'tis a general (though false) Imputation upon our Profesjon, That we are Men of no Religion, but a leud, debauch’d, and rakebelly Sort of People ; and, without regard for the Honour and Interest of our Country, fight only for Bread. I must confess this wou'd be severe, if true, and expose us to much Contempt; but, being otherwise, 'tis of no Weight on Consideration,

I am not a little proud of having chosen you for my Patrons, as bad as you are thought to be ; for I am fure if there be any true Honour left in the World, 'tis to be found in the Armies now on Foot, and more in our own than anywhere else, Thanks to our heroick General, who has bravely fought at the Head of us, and rous'd us from inglorious Ease and Luxury, and once again taught us to draw our Swords, and handle our Arms, to wbich we were almost become Strangers. How can we reflect upon the many and well known,



glorious and renown'd Atchievements of our Ancestors,
and not blush, that we have done nothing at all wortby
of them or ourselves? What an everlasting Fame have
they established in History? How beautiful and bow
lovely are their Names ? And how dear and valuable
is their very Memory to this present Age? The fam'd
Battles fought and won from our Neighbours by our
ancient Heroes, have not only swellid but embellish'd
our Story. But thus much to your and mine, and in-
deed to the whole Nation's, nay, and all Europe's Joy
too! I will, and dare say, and without the least Pre-
tence to Prophecy or Inspiration ; This gallant Prince,
wkom we have the Honour and Happiness to call.our
own, is the Man cut out and destin'd by God and Na-
ture to reduce the haughty Monarch of France, that
Leviathan! that Behemoth ! that has made such a
Noife in the World for many Years pat, and to restore
Peace to the longing World.

But now to my Text; I have undertaken a bold, nice,
and hazardous Matter ----Religion ! the People's dar-
ling! the Priest's Diana ! away with prophane Hands
they cry, come not near us, 'tis our Sanctum Sancto-
rum ; peep not into, much less set your Foot bere.
'Tis our Magazine, our Warehouse : This is our
Trade, our Traffick, for hence arise our Profits and
Honours, and thus we echily gull and wheedle the poor
unthinking, unwary Fools, of which this World is
chiefly made up ; so we make a gainful Business on't,
we keep the Folks in Ignorance and in Darkness, 'tis
our Interest, and we will do it as long as we can, but your
penetrating Eyes that look into, and search fo narrowly
after our holy Cheats, and pretended San&tity, that
you almost spoil our Trade, which we had ingross'd and
monopoliz'd, till you discover'd and proclaim'd aloud
our Impostures to the dull and insipid Croud, who swal-
low all we tell them, for want of Sense to diftinguish:
'Tis you have ruin'd our Gain, we must s'en shut up
and give over, and become Priestrupts, or broken Priefts,


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which you please, in right of all our Conduct and Gunning


You may see plainly 'tis the Priests in general I aim at, I have endeavoured to lash them lightly, for they deserve it : This seems to be a Reforming Age, I hope it will reform them too ! I have often refleEted (and with Grief of Mind) upon the Affairs of the World, to see how tame and easy Princes and great Men'are to suffer this sort of Vermin among them; sure some Death-like Lethargy has seized upon and stupified them, that has hinder'd them, from banishing these useless Fellows out of their Territories for what they have done, and may yet do. 'Tis those Sons of Peace (as they though fally call themselves) that thus continually disturb and destroy the Repose and Quiet of Mankind. I must confess I ought not to be so very angry with, or fierce against them; for they often help us to many a good Stroke of Work; Religion (at least the Name and Pretence) has frequently employ'd our Swords, which might elfe have rusted in their Scabbards ; fo. that, to do them Justice, they are not so much our Enemies as some think; for they set the Folks together by the Ears, and we must knock them on the Head, to make them quiet again. I remember I heard a Piece of Wit (which some think so rare among us) from a private Centinel, who, being at his Post, was thus aca costed by & Priest, Brother, Says be to the Soldier, I wish you Peace : Damn ye for a Rogue, says be to the Priest, I wish you no Purgatory, and then we shall be both Beggars. Oh, that's a fine profitable Trade!

I can't but with some Rage exclaim against the harden'd Impudence of these Savoy Priests, that dare obtrude upon the World, their own dull, insipid, leaden No-. tions, for pure and staunch Divinity; all is Divinity for footh ! that comes from them, though there be not a Word in it, but they gloss it over, and set a grave and

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