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<p n="694">having made ten new Cardinals; and that this<lb></lb>
is more extraordinary there now; because that<lb></lb>
in this Promotion, his Holiness has not had the<lb></lb>
usual regard to the recommendation of foreign<lb></lb>
Courts, but has acted by his own private sen<lb></lb>
timents, and that in consequence the new ele-<lb></lb>
cted Cardinal are almost att Italians.</p>
<p n="695">A REBUKE from one of the Lord's People,<lb></lb>
called Quakers. to<obscured></obscured>
the reputed<lb></lb>
Author of a vain Pamphlet call'd the Town-<lb></lb>
Talk, which he publish'd the sixth Day of<lb></lb>
the last Week, or according to prophane<lb></lb>
Stile, Friday <rs type="date" id="LMSMPS50152_date136">Jan. 13. 1715-6.</rs>
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<p n="696">Friend Richard,</p>
<p n="697">THOU hast realty rais'd the Spit it<lb></lb>
of the Old Man in me against thee:<lb></lb>
Art not thou a'said of thy Ears to<lb></lb>
print the Pretender's Declaration<lb></lb>
at large? Ha't thou the Vanity to<lb></lb>
imagine that thy Remarks will<lb></lb>
have thee? Dust thou think that we are all<lb></lb>
Children of Darkness, that none of us has Light<lb></lb>
enough to see thy clovent hoot? Verily, Rich-<lb></lb>
ard, for my pat, I cannon but think by thy<lb></lb>
way of writing, but that thou art a disguis'd<lb></lb>
Jesuit, or jesuitically given, and that they Re-<lb></lb>
ste is s are only a piece of Craft of thine, the<lb></lb>
better to save thy own Bacon, and to divulge<lb></lb>
the Declartion and that thou hadst Intent<lb></lb>
that any one should believe thee: For, Friend<lb></lb>
Richard.</p>
<p n="698">First, thou markett thy self a Lyar (and con-<lb></lb>
sequently a Child of Wrath) at the very be-<lb></lb>
ginning, by telling the Lady thou art averse to<lb></lb>
Politick News, and thou that scarce said so, but<lb></lb>
thou ownest by self to be the Author of the<lb></lb>
<obscured></obscured>
<lb></lb>
for which thou wait scewed out of the Senate<lb></lb>
House, and banish'd from the Company of<lb></lb>
the Rulers, and so betrayest thy self to be R.<lb></lb>
S. naturaliz'd from an Irishman to an English-<lb></lb>
man, by <rs type="occupation" id="LMSMPS50152_occ266">Sir</rs>
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<rs type="persName" id="LMSMPS50152_n698-1">Nestor Ironside</rs>
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, as thou ownest in<lb></lb>
another of thy political Papers.</p>
<p n="699">Secondly, Thou makest thy self what the<lb></lb>
World calis a Rake, by keeping Company<lb></lb>
with, Harlot, and frequenting so much that<lb></lb>
prophane place the Play house, which thou callest<lb></lb>
thy Town-house; and from hence l suppose thou<lb></lb>
gavest the Title of thy Pamphlet the Town-calk.</p>
<p n="700">Thirdly, thou makest thy self a Slanderen<lb></lb>
by calling in question the Pretender's Birth, as<lb></lb>
if so many Protestant Lords and Ladies would<lb></lb>
perjure themselves upon his account? And by<lb></lb>
the way, what then must thou be, who can't<lb></lb>
pretend to any such Proofs?</p>
<p n="701">Fourthly, Calling the late King James by the<lb></lb>
Name of bare Gentleman; Will this found mo-<lb></lb>
dest in the Ears of any of the Church? or,<lb></lb>
rather impudent?</p>
<p n="702">Fifthly, Thou makest thy self a Backbiter,<lb></lb>
in disclosing the Weakness of a Man absent,<lb></lb>
in writing upon a Harlot's Breast.</p>
<p n="703">And Sixthly, To shew that thou hast no re-<lb></lb>
spect or regard to Religion or Government. tho'<lb></lb>
thou pretendest to much to both, thou callest the<lb></lb>
late Ministry Betrayers of the People, who with<lb></lb>
the subservency of impudent and apostate Clergy<lb></lb>
men laid the Seeds of the present Confusion<lb></lb>
and Rebellion: Pray Friend, cost thou not<lb></lb>
mean Sacheveral for one, whom the late Queen<lb></lb>
honoured with the Place of High Priest of An-<lb></lb>
drews in Holbourn? Art not thou then a very<lb></lb>
dutiful u ject? And cost not thou thow thy<lb></lb>
felt a pious of the Church of England, when<lb></lb>
thou call it her Ministers Popish Ministers, and<lb></lb>
that they bid others to do what ther wont do<lb></lb>
themselves. And now Friend.</p>
<p n="704">Since thou hast proved thy self a lying, rakish<lb></lb>
slanderous, impudent, backbiting, irreligious<lb></lb>
Man how can I think but thou did it this on<lb></lb>
purpose, that whilst thou dispers'd the Preten-<lb></lb>
dens Declaration, no one should value thy<lb></lb>
Remarks, or be shock'd at them. I would not<lb></lb>
have thee think my censure severe, since thou<lb></lb>
ownest that thy friend conversed with the<lb></lb>
Pretender's Confessor, and that there were Pro-<lb></lb>
posals of a Cardinal's Cap for thee, by the<lb></lb>
Provincial of the Jesuits, I cannot but think this<lb></lb>
is a foolish Confession; but I am sure it is a<lb></lb>
foolish Expression, when thou callest the Pope<lb></lb>
a gracelets Wretch; and it these flight remarks<lb></lb>
should save thy hare for publishing the Decla-<lb></lb>
ration, I will not say, thou wouldst have a<lb></lb>
miraculous, because that Word of ends thee, but<lb></lb>
I will say thou would have a very wonderful<lb></lb>
Escape for I cannot but think, that thy pub-<lb></lb>
lishing the Declaration must do more Harm<lb></lb>
than thy Remarks, Good, which I will now<lb></lb>
take is consideration, and weigh them in the<lb></lb>
balance of Truth, and if I find them to have<lb></lb>
weight I will return thee Thanks, notwithstan-<lb></lb>
ding thy folly in proclaiming alone to the<lb></lb>
People the Enchanment<obscured></obscured>
of the<lb></lb>
<obscured></obscured>
in the mean Time take patiently<lb></lb>
this Rebuke.</p>
<p n="705">London, Jan. 21.</p>
<p n="706">Tuesday last, four Men in a Bravado bound<lb></lb>
themselves not to leave one another whatever<lb></lb>
should happen, and to travel upon the Ice, up<lb></lb>
the middle of the Thames, as far as they could<lb></lb>
for four Days together, and to avoid all the<lb></lb>
Tracks that any had gone in before them. On<lb></lb>
this Adventure, they went from the Old Swan<lb></lb>
near the Bridge, over all the roughest of the<lb></lb>
Ice, with long Poles in their Hands, till they<lb></lb>
came over against Somerset-house where one<lb></lb>
of them found it for his present occasion to<lb></lb>
fall in but by the help of his Pole recover'd,<lb></lb>
having only cool'd his Posteriors; so they went<lb></lb>
on, and right against Lambeth, another had al-<lb></lb>
so an occasion to slip in up to his Arm-pits, but<lb></lb>
was helped out, and they still boldy went on,<lb></lb>
but have none of them been since heard of.</p>
<p n="707">Edinburgh, Jan 12. This day we receiv'd Ad-<lb></lb>
vice from Perth, that the Pretender arrived at<lb></lb>
Scoon, two Miles from thence, on Saturday last,<lb></lb>
where he continued publickly, shewing himself<lb></lb>
to all Spectators, till Monday Morning, when<lb></lb>
he set out for Perth, where, about Noon, he<lb></lb>
made his Publick Entry, as he had done into<lb></lb>
Dundee, on Horse back, as were two or three<lb></lb>
hundred of his Attendants, and a Great Mobon<lb></lb>
Foot: The same Night he return'd back to scoon</p>
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