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But what shall be done unto Pultney? What shall be done to the man whom the King delighteth to honour? For lo! the word is gone out of his mouth, he hath said in his wrath that he will have no place.


Behold an expedient! he shall no longer be called William Pultney, but the Earl of Bath. And what is it to William Pultney what the Earl of Bath shall do? What is the privilege of Peerage, but to do what they please uncensured?


These are the men after their generations, and many more shall come in unto the land to possess it.


Of the Tribe of Jacob twelve thousand, of

the Tribe of Andrew twelve thousand, of the Tribe of Patrick twelve thousand.


And all these things came to pass, that the saying of the Prophet Jonathan might be fulfilled, "those that are in shall be as those that are out, and those that are out as those that are in:" but the Lord of Bath is over all, and blessed be the name of the Lord of Bath.

Here endeth the Second Lesson.



WE complain of Thee, O King, we acknowledge Thee to be an Hanoverian.

All Hungary doth worship Thee, the Captain Everlasting.

To Thee all Placemen cry aloud, the House of Lords, and all the Courtiers therein.

To Thee Carteret and Bath continually

do cry,

Warlike, warlike, warlike Captain General, of the Armies! Brunswick and Lunenburgh are full of the brightness of our coin.

The venal company of Peers praise Thee. The goodly fellowship of Ministers praise Thee.

The noble Army of Hanoverians praise Thee.

The Holy Bench of Bishops throughout the land doth acknowledge Thee.

Thine honourable, true and steady Son.
Also my Lady Yarmouth the comforter.
Thou art a glorious Prince, O King!

Thou art the ever charming Son of the Father.

When thou tookest upon Thee to deliver this nation, thou didst not abhor thy Father's example.

When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of want, thou didst open the smiles of thy favour to all believers in a Court.

Thou sittest at the right hand of

the Treasury of the Father.


We believe that thou shalt come to be our scourge.

We therefore pray Thee provide for thy servants, whom thou hast fed with thy renown. Make them to be numbered with thy slaves in livery everlasting.

O King, spare thy people of England.

And now squeeze thy people of Hanover.
Govern them as Thou hast done us.

And confine them to their turnips for ever.
Day by day we sing ballads unto Thee.

And we bawl against Hanover, ever world without end.

Vouchsafe O King, to keep us this year without thy Hanoverians.

The Lord have Mercy upon us; the Lord have Mercy upon us.

O King let thy Mercy lighten our taxes, as our Credit should be in Thee.

O King in Thee have I trusted, let me not be confounded.

Valour be to the Father, common sense to the Son, and a young bed-fellow to the Countess of Yarmouth; as was not in the beginning, is not now, nor is ever like to be, world without


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