rophies of Honour? for now every Fool at a
Fair, or Zany at a Mountebank's Stage, is call'd _Jack
Pudding_, has a Gridiron at his Back, and a great Pair
of Spectacles at his Buttocks, to ridicule the most
noble Order of the Gridiron. But their Spectacles is a
most ungrateful Reflection on the Memory of that great
Man, whose indefatigable Application to his Business,
and deep Study in that occult Science, rendred him
Poreblind; to remedy which Misfortune, he had always a
'Squire follow'd him, bearing a huge Pair of
Spectacles to saddle his Honour's Nose, and supply his
much-lamented Defect of Sight. But whether such an
Unhappiness did not deserve rather Pity than Ridicule,
I leave to the Determination of all good Christians:
I cannot but say, it raises my Indignation, when I see
these Paunch-gutted Fellows usurping the Title and
Atchievements of my dear Sir _John_, whose Memory I so
much venerate, I cannot always contain my self.
I remember, to my Cost, I once carry'd my Resentment a
little farther than ordinary; in furiously assaulting
one of those Rascals, I tore the Gridiron from his
Back, and the Spectacles from his A--e; for which I
was Apprehended, carried to Pye-powder Court, and by
that tremendous Bench, sentenc'd to most severe Pains
and Penalties.

This has indeed a little tam'd me, insomuch that I
keep my Fingers to my self, but at the same time let
my Tongue run like a Devil: Forbear vile Miscreants,
cry I, where-e'er I meet these Wretches? forbear to
ascribe to your selves the Name and Honours of Sir
_John Pudding_? content your selves with being
_Zanies_, _Pickled-Herrings_, _Punchionellos_, but
dare not scandalize the noble Name of _Pudding_: Nor
can I, notwithstanding the Clamours and Ill Usage of
the Vulgar, refrain bearing my Testimony against this
manifest piece of Injustice.

What Pity it is therefore, so noble an Order should be
lost, or at least neglected. We have had no Account of
the real Knights of the Gridiron, since they appeared
under the fictitious Name of the _Kit-Kat Club_: In
their Possession was the very Gridiron of Gold worn by
Sir _John_ himself; which Identical Gridiron dignified
the Breast of the most ingenious Mr. _Richard
Estcourt_ that excellent Physician and Comedian, who
was President of that Noble Society.

_Quis talia fando temperet a Lachrymis?_

What is become of the Gridiron, or of the Remains of
that excellent Body of Men, Time will, I hope,
discover. The W