he goes before them, steps into every Shop,
enquires after the Health of each Family, kisses the Wives, and out of
his thrusts Gold into their Mouths. Here he bows to a Tinker, there
embraces a Cobler, shakes a Scavinger by the Hand, stands bare-headed,
and compliments an Ale-Wife, invites a Score of Shoemakers, Taylors,
Pedlars, Weavers, and Hostlers, to do him the Honour of their Company
to Dinner.

The Scene changes; he's at Court, the Ministers repay him his servile
Cringes by theirs; one comes up to him, and says, he hopes, when the
Bill comes into the House, he will favour him with his Vote for its
passing: He answers, he shall discharge the Trust reposed in him, like a
Man of Honour, in forwarding what is for the Good of his Country, and
opposing the contrary, tho' the Consequence were his own Ruin: That he
begg'd his Lordship's Pardon, if he dissented from him in Opinion, and
did not think what he required warrantable in a Man of Honour.

"You are not well inform'd, _replied the Nobleman_, but we'll talk of
that another Day, when I hope I shall convince you, that you did not
well understand me; my present Business is to wish you Joy,
_Courvite_'s Regiment is vacant, and tho' you have never serv'd,
your personal Bravery and good Conduct in the Senate have spoke so
much in your behalf, that you will to morrow have the Commission
sent you."

"My Lord, _replied the Patriot_, this is an unexpected favour, and I
am satisfied I owe it to your Lordship's Goodness. I hope an
Opportunity to speak my Gratitude, will present it self; in the mean
while count upon me, in whatever I can serve your Interest."

At these Words, with a visible Joy in his Looks, he vanish'd.

Three dirty Mechanicks appeared in a Shoemaker's Shop, who was a
Dreamer. He was declaiming to his Companions over a Pot of Beer, after
the following Manner.

"Look ye, Neighbours, there's an old Proverb says, _It is not the
Hood which makes the Monk_; the being born a Gentleman does not make
a Man of Sense; and the being bred a Tradesman, does not deprive us
of it; for how many great Men have leap'd from the Shop-board,
sprung up from the Stall, and have, by patching and heel-piecing
Religion and the State, made their Names famous to After-Ages? I can
name many, but I shall mention only _John_ of _Leyden_. Now, I see
no Reason, why Meanness of Birth should be an Obstacle to Merit, and
I am resolved, as I find a g