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However I thought it a proper precaution to post away a person privately to Mr. PRITCHARD's, that he might provide for us ; and we proceeded after him. The town where Mr. PRITCHARD lives is a poor pitiful paultry place, tho' his house is in the prettiest part of it, and is a prince's palace to the rest. His parlour is of a lofty pitch, and full of pictures of the prime pencils; he hath a pompous portico, or pavillion prettily paved, leading to the parterre; from hence you have a prodigious prospect, particularly pointing towards Percilly hill, where he propagates a parcel of Portuguese and Polisa poultry, The name of his house is Prawfenden, which puzzled me most plaguely to pronounce properly. He received us very politely, and presented us with a plentiful dinner. At the upper end of the table was a pike, with fry'd perch and plaise ; at the lower end pickled pork, pease and parfnips ; in the middle a pigeon pye, with puff paste; on the one side a potatoe pudding ; and on the other side pig's pettytoes. The second course was a dish of pheasants, with poults and plovers, and a plate of preserved pine and pippins ; another with pickled podd pepper ; another with prawns ; another with pargamon for a provocative; with a pyramid of pears, peaches, plumbs, pippins, philbeards, and pistachios. After dinner there was a profusion of port and punch, which proved too powerful for poor Mr. Peter the parson of the parish; for it pleased his palate, and he poured it down by pints, which made him prate in a pedantick pragmatical manner. This displeased Mr. Price the parliament man, a profound politician; but he persisted and made a prolix preamble, which proved his principles prejudiced and partial against the present people in power, Mr. Price, who is a potent party-man, call'd him a popish parson, and said, he pray'd privately in his heart for the pretender; and that he was a presumptuous priest for preaching such stuff publickly. The parson puft his pipe paffively for some time, because Mr. PRICE was his patron ; but at length losing all patience, he pluckt off Mr. Price's perriwig and was preparing to push it with the point of the poker into the fire ; upon which Mr. Price, perceiving a pewter piss-pot in the passage, presented the parson with the contents in his phizz, and gave him a pat on the pate, the percussion of which prostrated him plump on the pavement, and raised a protuberance on his pericranium. This put a period to our proceedings, and patch'd up a peace; for the parson was in a piteous plight, and had prudence enough to be prevaild upon to cry peccavi, with a parce precor, and in a plantive posture to petition for pardon, Mr. Price, who was proud of his performance, pulld him out of the puddle, and protested, he was sorry for what had pass’d in his passion, which was partly owing to the provocation given him from some of his preposterous propositions, which he pray'd him never to presume to advance again in his presence. Mr, Pugh, who practices phyfick, prescrib'd phlebotomy and a poultice to the parson, but he prefer'd wetted brown paper to any plaister, and then placed himself in a proper position, that the power of the fire might penetrate his pofteriors, and dry his purple plush breeches. This pother was fucceeded by politicks, as Mr. P-ITN-Y, the patriot's patent for the peerage, the king's of Poland, Prufia, Prague, and the Palatine, Pandours, and Partizans, Portsmouth parades, and the presumption of the privateers, who pick up prizes almost in our very ports; and places and pensions, pains and penalties. Next came on plays and poetry, the picture of Mr. P-PE perch'd on a prostitute, and the price of the pit, pantomimes, prudes, and the pox, and the primate of Ireland, and printers, and preferments, pickpockets and pointers; and the pranks of that prig the poet-laureat's progeny, tho' his papa is the perfect pattern of paternal piety, To be brief, I prophecy you think I am prolix. We parted at last, but had great difficulty in procuring a passage from Mr. PRITCHARD, for he had placed a padlock on the stable door on purpose to prevent us, and pretended his servant was gone out with the Key ; but finding us peremptory, the key was produced, and we permitted to go. We prick'd our
palfries' palfries a good pace, altho' it was as dark as pitch, which put me in pain, because I was purblind, least we should ride plum against the posts, which are prefix'd to keep horse passengers from going the path that is pitch'd with pebbles.
Mr. PRICE, who was our pilot, had a very providential escape, for his pad fell a prancing, and would not pass one step farther; which provoked him much, for he picques himself on his horsemanship. I propos’d to him to dismount, which he did, and peeping and peering about; found he was on the point of a perpendicular precipice, from which he might probably have fallen, had not his horse plunged in that particular manner. This put us all into a palpitation, and we plodded on the rest of the progression, pian piano, as the Italians say, or pazz a pazz, as the French phrase has it. I shall postpone several other particulars, till I have the pleasure of passing a day with you at Putney, which shall be as soon as poslible.
I am, Sir, To Mr. Peter Pettiward at Putney.
Your most humble servant, Penny post paid.
A Copy of an ANECDOTE written by Bishop
ATTERBURY in a spare leaf before Sir Nath. Brett's translation of Father Paul's History of the Council of TRENT.
In the possession of Dr. RAWLINSON.
W HEN Dr. DUNCOMB was sick at Venice, Father
W FULGENTIO, with whom he was in the stricteft intimacy, visited him, and finding him under great uneasiness of mind as well as body, pressed him to disclofe the reason of it, asking him, amongst other things, whether any nobleman
under his care had miscarried, or his bills of return had failed him, offering him in this latter case, what credit he pleased at Venice: After many such questions and negative answers, Dr. DUNCOMB was at last prevailed with to own his uneasiness and give this true account of it to the Father. He said, he had often burg'd of God, that he might end his life where he might have opportunity of receiving the blessed Sacrament according to the rites and usages of the Church of England; that considering he spent his life in travelling, chiefly through Popish countries, this was a happiness he could never reasonably promise himself, and that his present despair of it in the dangerous condition he was in, was the true occasion of that dejection, which Father FULGENTIO observed in him. Upon this the Father bid him be of good cheer, told him he had an Italian translation of the English Liturgy, and would come the next day with one or two more of his convent and admister it to him in both kinds, and exactly according to the English usage. And what he promised he performed. The next day Dr. DUNCOMB received it from his hands, who outliving his distemper and returning into England told this story often to my Lord HATTON (Captain Hatton's father) about the years 1660, 461, 62. This I had from Captain Hatton's mouth in the year 1699. Oct. II, 1701.
FR. ATTERBURY. In March 1708-9, I met Capt. Hatton again, and put him in mind of this story, which I desired him to repeat, and he did it without varying in any circumstance but one only,
viz. that FulGENTIo did not actually administer the Sacra: ment to Dr. Duncomb, the Doctor 'refusing to accept a
kindness of that dangerous nature, which might involve FulGENTIo in trouble, unless he was in the utinoft neceflity, but recovering from that time he made no use of FULGENTIO's proffer. He added, that Father told Dr. DUNCOMB, that there were still in the convent seven or eight of Father Paul's disciples, who met sometimes privately to receive the Sacrament in both kinds.
A new System of CASTLE-BUILDING:
СНАР. І. In which the author Jews his taste a-la-mode, and fays more
of himself than of the subject:
Otwithstanding I have promised in my introduction te IV present my readers with a copy of my countenance at the close of this work, yet I can't help being better than my word, and giving a small sketch of myself in order to be beforehand with my friend HAYMAN, who perhaps will not make me altogether fo handsome as I shall chule. In the first place then, my ftature is so very low, that it has excited the jealousy of a Dutchman lately come over for a show from Holland; and who, likë fome persons I don't care to mention, expects to become a great man by no other merit than his distinguish'd littleness. My eyes, which are extremely small and hollow, may truly be ftyld of the amorous kind, for they are always looking at one another. In the rest of my person tliere is nothing very singular, saving that when I take the air, having neither horse nor vehicle, I am obliged to do it upon a pair of bandy legs. As for the description of my inward man, that is more the province of the historian thani the painter; fo fhall leave that to be collected from this work by posterity, and posterity generally speaks well of the dead, which is in a great measure owing to that goodness and generosity inherent in human nature, ever prompting us to bestow our favours on those objects that are the most sena fible of them, and therefore the most affected by them. All these matters being premised, I will take leave of foreign affairs, and for form's fake speak a word or two to the subject.
It has been objected to my work . That it wants notelty,---- That it is a drug ---That it cannot possibly be Numb: VII.