SO, that 'tis very true?

Yes, certainly true, Harry has drap't his Whiggish Teeth and claws, cast his Skin, and has been new melted, and run into Tory Mould.

A brave true Protestant spark with all my Heart.

Nay he has quite cashier'd all the Rabbi's of the Faction, Damns his Patrons, Raves like a Mad-man, and disclaims out­ragiously against the late Horrid contrivance against the KING and DUKE, curses all the Dissenters for their blundering Treasons; I tell thee that he is a rank, overgrown Tory.

Alack and alass aday, what! Our historical Courantier begin to be Toryfied? speramus meliora. Sure the Devill's in the Folk by way of recantation. Pox on'm, must a little Persecution, alter good solid Republican principles? A little Hanging Drawing, and Quartering, and unmerci­ful butcherly chopping off of Heads terrifie our gigantic Scribler, our Fryday Atlas of Fanaticism? If it do, farewel our towring expections. But hang't, I can't beleive thee upon my Soul, Trueman.

Confound your incredulity! What reason have you to distrust the reality of his conversion? Is Harry Care such a sul­len, obstinate piece of Whiggism, such a sturdy Polish Oak, to break rather then bow? Don't be mistaken. Self preserva­tion is a principle founded in us by nature, and if a man does not follow those di­ctates, he may be Felo de se, and then he may be deny'd the benefit of his Clergy. No no, Harry's a better Politician, than so. Upon the word of an honest Gentleman, Harry's turn'd a violent Anti-Republican, and rails desperately against this late Fa­natical Conspiracy.

Well! don't be angry if I speak a blunt word, and pronounce it a damn'd lye. What Harry rail at PLOTS? It can't be. If any man or woman, of what Size, Age or complexion, speaks more fa­vourably of this matter, puts kinder in­ter pretations on it, and more slyly invali­dates its Authority than himself, [...]hen you'l probably convince me of somewhat.

Why, hark ye Mr. These are but, your own sentiments. Pray does he not cry? Fiat justitia, wipes his hands in Inno­cency, thanks God that he is neither Plot­ter, nor Traytor, and blesses the Almighty for the happy deliverance from both those dreadful characters.

Yes! he thanks God that he is free himself (and I wish it may prove so) Why, there's not one passionate resentment, or reall abhorrence of the thing, not one Thanksgiving word for his Majesties e­scape from that impendent Mischief, that threatn'd him. No, no; he's as silent as Mouse in a loaf upon that topique.

Prithee, don't think he'l leap over Hedges, and Dicthes and run upon extra­vagancy's he'l do all things mildly.

He has been a mild fellow indeed, why if he be such a zealous pimping Pro­selyte, as you talk, he'd certainly use his talent of raillery another way, and damn all his former proceedings.

That would be a piece of impru­dence yet.

I [...] and a piece of Ingratitude into the bargain, the little sneaking Chitterling has been well pay'd for his weekly endea­vours in the Cause, and he's a cowardly, In­digent fellow if he forsakes it.

No the Cause forsakes him, his Pa­tron at Aldersgate and his Bloomsbury Bene­factor [Page]are gone; and all the rest of the Wor­thy Patriots are like to swing, or be chopt off, and then what shall this Sollicitor Gene­ral, this Whiffler of a Courantier do to sup­port his Rat-like Carkass?

He may like Judas een' go and hang himself, for if he draws back, our Souls shall take no delight in him. The Puppy Monkey Face may do well enough yet had he his antient vigour, and resoluti­on; wou'd he make use of down right blunt abuses (under the notions of Raillery) and consult Billingagate; Harry's Pen, and the womens Oyster spuds might prove two dangerous weapons yet.

So, I see what you'd be at; you'd have him run the risque of the Gallows, write a no Protestant Plot, a 3d part of the Growth of Popery; you'd have him (I warrant ye) cast the odium of it on the Crape-Gownorum men (as his arch wit call's them) and fix the scandal on the Church.

Why, to speak freely to you, A little true Protestant Syrrup (just upon the nick of my Lord Russell's Speech) will support the Spirits of the languishing party. There be thousands that won't be­lieve it; Ah! my Lord's Speech make's them groan louder then the Groaning-board it self. This dreadful apprehension of Po­pery encourag'd, wou'd do mighty things yet; the people are not so dejected as some imagine, the party is Numerous, and powerful.

Very likely, but Harry has eyes in's Head, and discovers the visible hand of Providence in defeating their accursed pro­jects. Notwithstanding his former misear­riages, he's resolv'd to hearken to con­science at last, and (with Mr. Settle) think it no disparagement to be honest af­ter all.

Good God! from whence shou'd this squeamishness proceed? Harry a fellow (whom all the World thought an Atheist, and some thing worse if possible) boggle now at Conscience? Why, how often has he boldly check't the King and his Counsel? How often has he magnify'd the Ignoramus men, and call'd the men at the Loyal Feast, Dukes and Earls, &c. A parcel of beggarly fellows, whose Teeth water'd at a piece of Venison? How often has he call'd the Orthodox Clergy Papists masque­radors? How often has he pleaded the Cause of the Conventiclers? In short, what was it, that Harry's uncontroulable Pen dar'd not to undertake, and now talk of Conscience? O Tempora!

Here's a recapitulation of all Har­ry's excellency's with a vengeance. Why, what's this to the purpose? Is't a moral im­possibility do you think, for a thumping knave to be honest at long run? there's ano­ther conversion, I must tell yee, than that of the Gallows. Harry's honesty proceeds from his own choice, not out of a principel of fear.

Hang him, out of choice; that's a sham I'me confident: He's a timorous fel­low, and shrinks in his Horns, like a Snayl, when any danger approaches. Why can't he stand stiff and firm in all his former pur­poses, and resolutions? I thought the fel­low had had courage enough to dye a Martyr' for the Holy Cause once, but I see now he hates both Whig, and Trimmer; he's afraid, in my Conscience of Justice Observator.

Well, you may discourage his ge­nerous Proceedings as you please: But 'tis resolv'd, and Harry will be faithful in spite of detraction and a little obloquy and re­proach. Harry won't swing upon a principle of generosity, and dye with a lye in his Mouth to support the Faction; he's an E­nemy to all Absolutions, denys any power from a Confessor either from Scotland or St. Omers. No he'll magnifie God with a plain confession of his Offences, and save his Neck and reputation into the bargain.

Lord! what will be the consequence of all this? What shall we do if our friends (that have industriously drudg'd for us, now in those critical times of Tryal and Persecution) leave us and forsake us?

Now to heighten your admiration, a friend of mine had it from Harry's own mouth that he'll infallibly put out his Nar­rative very suddenly, and expose all the in­tricate windings of this most elaborate and diabolical Plot, and what mysterious me­thods they look to carry on the design, tho t'will prove a very amazing business to yee, yet be not too violent upon the man. And to oblige the World I'me told, he'll write now his Pacquet of Advice from Geneva, not from Rome, and his Courant shall (in­stead of Popish principles) be stufft with variety of sentences out of the Dissenters Sayings.

I'le tell yee next week, how our party resents this so unexpected alteration; and so farwell.