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SCAGG.767.017
3-10 Apr 1767:41 (10/439)
London, January 8. The newspapers for this twelve months
past have very piously rung the alarm bell about the
increase of popery. The bellman of St. Clement's parish has
therefore very properly taken it up, and like a vigilant
Protestant, and friend to his church, whose vault had been
on fire, bawled out, while the bishops and clergy were fast
asleep.
What 'tho the fire be now but underground,
The Catholicks would burn us all around.
The same divine poet, with a spirit of enthusiasm, shews his
detestation of the two professed enemies of our established
religion, in the winding up at the end of his Fasti,
I could say more, had I poetick skill,
And dipt in Helican my feeble quill,
But now I must conclude, without a hope,
Heav'n keep us all from devil and from pope.
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This much I thought it but justice to mention in honour of
Mr. James Dawson, the learned beadle of my parish; John
Atkins, the sublime lighter of our lamps; and the sonorous
what's his name, who brings me your chronicle; I think it a
trifling recompense to give each of them a shilling for
their poems in folio be cut into the bargain. [signed]
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