HALLOO! Halloo! my Dogg too! my Dogg too! There Jowler, at him Ringwood. There, there, there, you have him on the Scent! He's our own. Now Jolly Hunrsman, wind the Horn. He's Taken! he's Taken! he's Taken! The Old Fox, that lately broke away from the English-Court, is now taken in the Dutch Noose. I Gad; Herbert, and his Water-Spaniels, are plaguy Mouth'd Currs, they neither spare Fox nor Geese. What a Murrain cross-grain'd Wind blew the Holy Father this way, when his Reverence with full Sail was bound for Paris, an Hundred Thousand Pounds strong, bidding 2 long Farewel to England for ever?

But Fate, that flew faster than the Jesuit, soon overtook him, when the Vice-Admiral having notice of his Escape, and (more Tempted with the Spirit of Re­venge than the Thousand Pounds Reward) lay in close wait for him. He had had a copious and ample Description of his Disguise, who was now drest up like a double Hypocrite, viz. That instead of a Canonical Gown, he had got on him a Red Cloak, resembling the Bloody Robes of the Scarlet Whore. That this Cloak was cut out of a spick and span new piece of Jesuitical Equivocation, Lin'd with Mental Reserva­tion, which was the Appurtenances of the outward Garment: Underneath he had a Vest of the same Colour, cut out of the Petticoat of the said Whore; Lin'd with Ignorance, and Faced with Infallibility, being within-side all Hypocrisie and Di [...]slimulation. But to the Matter.

In this Disguise (its said)he past down theRiver to Rochester; where, after a plentiful Repast, being receiv'd on Board a small Yatch, prepared for his Reception, they soon put off to Sea, the Wind and Tide seeming to favour his Escape. But see the In­constancy of the Flattering Fates; scarce were they out of sight of Land, when a thick Mist dispersing, they discover'd a Ship; which (the better to Cloak the de­sign) bore the French Colours, which put the Dejected Jesuit into new Heart, hoping now to secure his Flight in a larger Bottom. He hauls them in with the Chase Gun; They strike Sail, and lie by. The Admiral, with Forty Men, boards 'em, yet find no Opposition: The Jesuit, with all his Ship Crew, retires into the great Cabbin, singing Te Deum for their happy Deliverance. But Herbert, who knew Father Peters too well to be mistaken in that Disguise, seiz'd him, con­veying him (instead of going to Callis) to the Dutch Fleet; from whence, it's ve­rily believ'd, his 100000. Pounds will hardly Pay his Ransom.

Thus you see, that norwithstanding all the Secret Policies, Contrivances, and Disguises of these Impostures, nothing can for ever preserve them, but they must at last fall into the Hands of Justice.