THE fair Effigies of this Honourable Wooden Ruff we here present you, otherwise scandalously call'd a Pillory, we assure you, is no uncustomary Orna­ment and Exaltation of the Brothers of the Mawkin and Oven-Pole, but a [...] Implement in all Respects as fit fo [...] the Necks of the Baking Fraternity, as a Halter for a Thief, or a Car­dinals Cap for a Fryar; being in­deed the only Collar of SS's for the [Page 2] Livery-Hood of the Modern Society of Month founders. That this hard Ruff, I say, and this high Holy Day Promo­tion are their Original Right and Due, challenged not only by their Diverse and Sundry Deserts and Merits; but likewise most graciously conferred upon them, as no less than Marks of Royal Favour; they are indeed the bountiful Legacies bequeathed 'em by no meaner Hands than good old Harry and old Ned the Third and the First, in the full and ample Solemnity, by and with the Authority of their Dons in Parliament, as a necessary Provision in fair Statutes and Records for those worthy Poor gut-pinchers, the light-handed Gentlemen Bakers.

Weight and Measure would travel through the World, were it not for many a short-come home they meet from those Gentlemen's nimble Hands: For as much as White and Yellow Boys are their little Gods, Brass and Lead are their natural Antipathy and Aversion, insomuch that they can prune ye the Ex­crescence of an over-grown Pound as heartily, and with as much Dexterity, as the abl'st Round-the-Tower Artist of 'em all e're took off the Letchery of a fair George or a broad Elzabeth. For gene­rally, as well read Men as they are in other Sciences, in their Geographical Learning they are damnable apt to mi­stake Venice for Troy.

Well, upon due Examination, who knows but the High and Mighty Balsha­zar's Hand Writing-Vition on the Wall, might be some Conjuring Bakers Hiero­glyphical Magick; and his great [Mene, Tekel,] no more than the Mark of their Bread, viz. by Interpretation, as the Text says, Thou art weighed in the Bal­lance and found too Light. Perhaps you'll say, That Weight and Measure are the old Standards of the Nation: And so our old Proverbs are our old Standards too: And how bold soever they make with the First, I am sure, they are very civil to the Last, for, They measure our Corn by their Bushel. And let Envy and Malice say what they can of 'em, I dare so far vouch for their Honesty, that they have no Knavery but in Grain: But what if they do make a little pinch-Weight, or so? There's a great many Human Frailties in this World, for which some particular Favourites plead the Warrant and Licence of a Cum Pri­vilegio: For instance, to Lye and to Steal are very paw Things, yet a Tra­veller may be a Liar and a Miller a Thief, by Authority. A Miller, did I say, ay and pray my Masters, let the Baker put in for the Miller's Cozen German; both Brothers in Grain: And indeed I think it but Justice that they should take equal Liberty of Conscience, and the Kneading-Trough have as fair Play as the Toll-dish. Nay, here's one nearer Affinity still betwixt the Mystery and Occupation of the Miller and Baker, viz. That both their Trades are but Grinding-Work; one that Grinds the Corn and the other the Poor. Besides, if they do make a little bold by the way of short cut, or so forth, e'ne much good may't do 'em. They have this Ju­stification on their Side, That the Baker only takes the Butlers Fee; a few Chippings, that's all; bar that the But­ler chips it in the Bread, and the Baker by the way of good Husbandry, is a little before-hand with it, and chips it in the Dough. Nay, let all the Snarlers in the Town vent their ridiculous Spight [Page 3] and Out-cry against small Weights and shallow Measures, and the rest of their foolish Gibberish; when we have this unanswerable Vindication of our Cause: For as 'tis notoriously known, by a Long Old Custom, Time out of Mind, That the Baker is obliged to sell Two Mea­sures of his Bran for One, where's the Fault if he makes himself a little harm­less Reprizal, by Selling of One Mea­sure of his Flower for Two?

In short, to do the Baker Justice, and refute all the Vulgar Errors of Popular Clamours and Calumny, he sets up and values himself for that extraordinary Man of Morals, being indeed the True Copy from no meaner an Original than the quondam famous Pharisees, and sea­son'd with no less than their illustrious Leven of never-sleeping Memory.

Nay, my good Masters, let grinning Fools talk what they please, I say again and again, That the Baker is not only a Man of Morals but of Religion too, Re­ligion, let me tell you, enough to set up for a Disciple, even one of the Twelve, as no less than the Rightful and Lineal Successor of the Great and Memorable Iscariot, that carryed the Purse and the Curse; only with this small Difference between 'em, his Office was to buy in the Bread, and the Baker's, just such another trusty Steward, is to sell the Bread.

Nay, I can assure you, Religion is not the only Blazon in their Scutcheon; for, if possible, they have one High Top and top gallant more, Renown and Glory; for the Bakers boast the Ho­nour of being oftner visited by the Great Horse and Gold Chain than the whole Twelve Companies. The Lord Mayor's Prancer moves as orderly, and so naturally to the Baker's Shop, that his Lordship may e'ne lay the Reins up­on his Neck, and trust him to find his own Way thither: And there the proud Baker, at this Illustrious Visitation very rarely fails of that infallible Triumph, viz. of doaling out his Favours by whole Baskets-full; and as no small Feather in his Cap, has the Prayers of the whole Colledges of Newgate, Wood­street, Poultry, &c. as a most generous Patron and Benefactor of those hungry Foundations.

Nay, to illustrate their whole Mass of Glory, perhaps their Ingenuity is not the least conspicuous of their numerous Virtues and Faculties: For example, What think you of some Hundreds of Chalk-Whiting, by a genteel Legerde­main, Shuffled in for Tincturing their Flower. Can any thing be a deeper Philosophical Preparation, or a more Noble Piece of Art! For what are our poor mortal Frames but so many Tene­ments of Clay, and consequently (thanks be to the kind Baker) what so proper as White-wash and Loomwork, for our inside Decoration? Besides, is it not highly reasonable, that as Bread and Wine are the Fundamentals of the whole Creation, so the Vintner and Baker should concert their Operations; and therefore, as Lime is so famous an Ingredient for Wine brewing, why not Chalk for Bread-baking?

Nay, here's Twenty other Conveni­ences more: For, First, if the People are aggrieved at the smallness of the Bread, what can be a properer Medicine than Chalk against Heart-burning; and consequently (Probatum est) what a more agreeable Bread Compound than Whiting? Next, what is more natu­rally [Page 4] Costive than Chalk; and therefore considering how dear Bread is, to make a little Mony to go the farther, what can be honester than for the Baker to cater such Provant for our Stomachs as will stay longest with us? And, Third­ly, here's a whole National Benefit, in this ingenious Chalk-bread, of indulg­ing all the Green sickness-Girls in the Town, without giving them the Trou­ble of scraping of Walls for their Breakfast? And by this last Expedient, how many People are here obliged at once: First, all the Landlords, by secur­ing their Tenements from the daily Breaches made in their Walls by those fair Hands, for the aforesaid Green Sickly, Puling Dainties. And, Se­condly, here's all the Batchelors most highly indebted to them for making 'em such pleasant Doctors-Work in the Ad­ministration of the necessary Physick for the Cure of that Maiden Distem­per.

And, as a farther Sample of the Wit and Depths of these Virtuoso's, what notabler Ingenuity than the late modern Invention of Turnip-Bread? How ma­ny round about Sea-Voyages, up to Bear-Key, and as many Fresh-Water down-Tides to Queen-bithe are here saved by a short Cut of Hai-Gee-Whoe from Hackney, to borrow the kind Help of a Turnip-Cart, to eke out the short­ness of the Cornsack? a second Meal-Tub-Plot! and worthy the Head-piece of such doughty Projecters! Besides, when their Noble Exploits and Chivalry shall all in good Time advance them to their enchanted Castles, the Wooden Ruff-Preferment above-named, nothing so pat for the necessary Furniture of that Cavalcade, for if the Hegler's Bas­kets can but supply Rotten Eggs, they have Turnip-Tops of their own, just ready at Home, for their additional Salutation and Entertainment: For which Post of Honour, their expected Desert and Reward, we leave 'em to their due Congratulation, where we heartily desire they may meet all the best Reception imaginable in full Weight and Measure, and lose nothing but a little spare Leather they leave behind them.