many to gain Credit, or "find Approbation with the "judicious Part of Man"kind." These are the very Words of the Author of that Twelve-penny Romance, Publifhed by T. Cooper in PaterNofter-Row, for his reputable Employer W. Rayner. The Letter-Writer, farther, thus honeftly proceeds, viz. “I 66 am one among many, that "depend upon feeing the Al"derman's True Hiftory, and "believe that the Work has "fuffered no Delays, but what "the Nature of it has made "neceffary, and the Author "has been obliged to, in or

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❝der to render his Perform66 ance compleat and fit for "Public Perufal.

"Being fully perfuaded "that This is the true State ❝ of the Cafe, I have been in"duced to affift thefe Me"moirs with the following "Particulars fo relative to

"them &c.

Your's &c. AMICUS.*

Such are the Teftimonials of Mr. Norton de Foe, (Son of Daniel de Foe) the kind Offer of whofe Affiftance we did not accept, being unwilling to de

* This Letter figned AMICUS, Mr. De Foe Himself delivered to Mr. Curll, who has the Original to Produce.

prive

prive Meffieurs Cooper and Rayner of fo faithful a Wri

ter.

This Work had fooner appeared; but we could not before the Clofe of May laft procure a Copy of the Alderman's Will.

What is here offered is fairly Pro and Con, and as to the Virtues, or Vices of the Deceased,they will now be Weighed, and the Ballance of them must be left to the Determination of the Public; who will undoubtedly Act by Him, as He did by Them.

July 14th,

1741.

PHILALETHES.

ERRAT A.

Page 15 for EARL of read LORD. Page 22 Line 9 read DISPENSARY. In the Election for Lord Mayor, read Sept. 29th, 1732.

THE ALDER MAN.

ARBER was bleft with competent Eftate,

BAR

In all Things, but a Soul and Virtue, Great;

Stiff in his Chain, in Vanity profufe,

No Gold would spare for any Godlike Ufe,
For JOHN forgot that Providence intends
His Gifts for better, more exalted Ends;
With Joy unhope'd to fwell the Soul distreft,
And Bless Himself, by making others Bleft,
To heal the wounded Heart, true Worth to raise,
Diffusing Happiness a Thousand Ways;

But what avail thefe Leffons of the Wife?

Fair-Virtue, He beheld with Tainted Eyes.
None but a Wretch of Honefty bereft,

Would have His Character for All He'as left.
'Tis no Surprize whatever he has done,

All wicked Wealth will wear as it was won.

Written under his PICTURE at Guild-Hall.

D

ULL aukward Mimic of the Great,

Snatcht from a Printing-Prefs to State;
See! to the Croud the Wretch is shown,
Adorn'd with Trappings not his own;
And while in borrow'd Plumes array'd,
Forgetful of Himself and Trade!
But all his Robeings laid afide,
Those gay Inflamers of his Pride,
His fancy'd Honours are no more
- as Worthless as Before,

He grows

THUS when the Sun his Glory pours,

To gild a Cloud that teems with Show'rs;
Deckt in a Beautiful Difguife,

The Show'ry Cloud attracts our Eyes:

But when the Sun withdraws the Rays, di

That taught admiring Crouds to gaze,

Those Beauties fly that made it priz'd,

The Cloud remains, remains Defpis'd.

THE