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I. The Religion of a Soldier, VIII. A Riddle.
X. The Death-Watch. A
Redress of Grievances ; by Xİ. To Ardelia.
one of the Camp Chaplains. XII. The Plaintiff and Dea
Shepherd- and Shepherdefs. XIII. From W. M: in the
Marshalsea to Sir H. M.
XV. It is good to be in Debt,
attempted in English. XVI. A Tale of a Tub, for
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.
[ Price One Shilling. 1
To the whole Army, both Officers
and Soldiers, from the Generals, down to the Private Centinels.
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,
But now to my Text; I have undertaken a bold, nice,
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