IT was about the time when the Tavern Doors were shut up, and all Mor­tals were retir'd to their rest, save the Cl [...]b at the Devil. who were in a hot fit of Wine and Argument, about the Election of a new King of Poland, when the Ghost of the late King Tapsky came boulting through the Keyholes of my Chamber-Door.

He seem'd like the Emblem of Envy, his Hairs turned into Serpents, his Tap into a Pump, spouting with Sulphur and corroded Poison, with a long Veil of Hypocrisie Ermin'd and Spoted with Blood.

In this Gasly-sight he appear'd by my Bed-side, where after a strong debauch of French VVine, and Italian Love; falling into a pleasant slumber, I began as usually, to Dream of a Parliament, when thus the Ghost apply'd himself unto me.

Ghost. Thou Fool, thou flatters thy self with the hopes of a Parliament; thou Pratest, and Talkest, and Dreamest of Parliaments, when they will make no more for Thee, then thou hast made for the Protestant Interest, since thou turn'd Hypocrite, and put on the Salamanca Robes.

Astonish'd at the unexpected Spectre, in a bloody sweat and panick fear, I crept under the smoaking Blankets, least he came to Involve me and the Na­tion in a new Plot, or with a Summons, to fetch me into the other VVorld, when thus he apply'd himself to me.

Fear not (Friend) thy time is not yet come, though thou scap'd the late Buttocking, thou shalt Reign a while, though it be but short, we have use for such necessary Instruments upon Earth, to bring our Projects to Perfection.

Thou knowest (Doctor) how many Journeys thou hast made to the Tower, when I was there, where we laid the foundation of all our Designs, and its but fit I shou'd make on Sally from Hell to give Thee thanks for the good Ser­vice thou hast done us. The Plot was well carried on at first, the Jesuits was a clever Jobb, and we will Record Thee in our Eternal Rubricks. But for the Lords in the Tower, I am afraid, in this long Respeit, they will weather the Point, and out-live our Malice; but make use of the Artillery I gave thee, and thou may'st be able yet, with thy stock of Impudence, to venture a Broad-side amongst'em.

Oats. At this, methought, I began to assume fresh Courage, and finding the Devil was not come to fetch me that very Instant, I began to argue with him as formerly, and asked of him, if he were Dead, or Alive? or if Dead where he was Disposed of, or what Reward he had found in the other VVorld for all his Indefatigable Pains and Policy, when thus, (methought) with a shril Voice, and quivering Accent, he answered,

Ghost. From deepest Mansions of Hell, where Plots ar [...] laid, and Plotters are with us to be Rewarded; I come to tell Thee, That all thy Stratagems are Defeated, thy Villanies Detected, and thy Politicks undermin'd; thy Artillery will be turn'd upon thy Self, blown up with the Army, which thy self so long ago planted under ground. 'Tis true, I found the Fewel of a Plot, but thou with thy boreas-Nose, and Blobber-Chaps, blew the Bellows, which kindled with a Cole of pretended Zeal from the Altar, Encreased it to such a hight, that some fell a Sacrifice to thy fury; and what can thou expect but to fall a Sin-offering for the Blood that has been spilt. Thou made a Bull for the destruction of Mankind, and like Phalaris, must expect to Fry in the Flame.

Oats. You studied and contrived all.

Ghost. Thou forswore and ly'd.

Oats. Did not you perswade the People all was True, when there was no more in it, than the prosecution of your own ungodly Ends?

Ghost. Did not thou, like a Counterfeit Villain, pretend to give out Blank Commissions, which thy self, nor no man else, ever yet beheld, and perswad­ed the People that there was a Popish Army ready to Invade the Land.

Oats. Did not you, like a litle State-quack the Rables-Mountebank, give out every day upon the Stage your two Dozes of Slavery and Popery, which made the people run mad with mutiny and rebellion, to the forfeit of their Allegiance, had not the wise Physician of the State found an Antidot to expel your Poison.

Ghost. A Curse on him that Betray'd the Cause.

Oats. A Curse on him that made me a Party, and then left me in the lurch. Pox on your squinting Policy.

Ghost. Plague on your timerous Folly, why didst thou not Prosecute the D.

Oats. VVhy did not you Exclude him?

Ghost. VVhy didst thou not swear the K. and Q into the Plot, that there might be none left to Dissolve us?

Oats. VVhy did not you mind your Hits, and follow the Joiner at Oxford; such Promethian Rashness, aiming at the Sun, broke the Neck of a good Plot.

Ghost. 'Twas thy ill management thou Fool, for which thou shalt be Haunt­ed by my Ghost, thy contradictory Narratives and sham Commissions; a Pox on your Elliots, and litle Don Johns.

Oats. A Pox on your Exclusions, and Associations, your Liberty and Pro. perty, your Seditious Speeches and Factious Cabals, were it not for these, we might have brought our Projects to Perfection, and made a good harvest of it.

Ghost. The Gallows! what else can thou expect since I am gone. But that thou mayst not shame the Devil at last by telling one Truth in thy Life, spoil all with a mean Confession, and like a whineing Convert, repent thee of the noble Mischiefs thou hast done, hold up thy stiff Neck, let loose thy loud and scandalous Tongue, throw up thy Copper Snout, and double hatch thy brazen Face with the wash of Tinsel Loyalty, and pretended Religion; carry it on with the same Impudence and Hypocrisie; tell the City their Liberties are lost with their Charter, Preach Sedition to the People, and warn the Brethren that they submit not to be brought under the Dominion of Popery and Sla­very. Tell them the Lord Mayor and present Sheriffs are Usurpers, and be­trayers of the Rights and Liberties of the Subject, and that you may impose it [Page 3]with more Credit upon the people, stand fast to all you Have said or done. Say the Jesuits and Stafford died justly for con [...]piring against the Kings Life, and that the Lords in the Tower are guilty of the same; for this Cause make your frequent visi [...]s thither, and view them well, and often, least you should mistake one for the other, or forget the Crimes of which you accuse them.

Keep to the Church, but more the Conventicle, the Gown, but more the Cloak, and let the Canonical Vest and Campaign Coat, do their Offices by turns, since the Brethren love change, and will do any thing to encourage Faction at any Rate.

Oats. Have I not changed, as often as the Camelion does its Colour, with every object that is before it? Have I not changed the City for the Court, the Court for the City, Union for Faction, Religion for Sedition, and do I not change my Religion every week with my Lodging? But I find all will not do, the Brethrens Charity is grown cold, and I am left like the Camelion, to the open Air, and for ought I see, am like to have no other Food.

Ghost. Thy last Change is near at hand, but that it be not at Tyburn, let the next Change be like mine, for the fresh Air in some Forreign Land. It is full time to do Pennance, thou wilt make an excellent Pilgrim in Hungary, to put the Male-contents against the Emperour, and the Turk against both.

Oats. I have not done here yet.

Ghost. Thou hast done enough to make the City too hot for Thee, as well as the Court, and it is Impudence beyond Reason, to presume to hold up thy head where I durst not shew my Face, forced to flie to save that old proje­cting Head, and what canst thou hope that has put all those projects in Exe­cution.

Oat [...]. Though I have Impudence enough to brazen it out, I must confess since you were gone, my hopes are turned into despair of making any more of it, and I would willingly turn my self, out that I fear I have so bewitch­ed the People with my Lies and Perjuries, that I should hardly be believed if I speak Truth.

Ghost. That Torments me more then my Pains, least thou by turning Cat in Pan, by some mean Discovery, or whineing Confession at the Gallows, thou should'st betray me after Death, and confess who put thee upon it; for it is some pleasure, even in Torments, to see that our malicious projects take their wished effects.

Oats. They have done too long, wou'd I was well rid on'em, and cou'd well slip my Neck out of this dangerous Coller.

Ghost. For that Cause, I would have thee by my Example flie in time; or if thou dare venture to brazen it out; stick closs to what thou hast asserted, and the Instructions I gave thee. And hang, though it be with a lie in thy Mouth, the Devil loves no Converts.

Oats. For that matter I do not fear to look the Devil in the Face at the last Gasp. But I am afraid my Memory may fail me in some particulars, without your assistance, and you know how necessary a good Memory is for one of my Profession.

Ghost. I will by thy Genius, ready on all occasions at thy Elbow, thou shalt be Mahomet, and I thy Pidgeon, to prompt and instruct thee. I will stick to thee even in Death, my Ghost shall never be at rest while I have left any considerable Mischief unattempted, that is yet in thy power to accom­plish.

Oats. This generous kindness and Correspondence renewed even after Death, [...] me take com [...]assion of the trembling shade, offering him share of my Bed, which (methought) he willingly accepted, laying himself in such a posture as was most suitable for my present Fancy to work upon. He had no sooner laid down, but imagined it had been my old Familiar whom I had often made use of on that occasion. I fell in closs Embraces, like Aeneas, in Combat with a shadow, but with the violent strug­ling I awaked, which troubled me when I found it was but a Dream.