Epiſtle to G. E. H.]—He hath amaſſed a conſiderable fortune by yarious means, and lived in tolerable repute, as a practiſing attorney, till he quarrelled with the author hereof; who has ſince expoſed him in ſundry witty paragraphs, pointed epigrams, ſtinging repartees, face⯑tious verſes, biting epiſtles, humorous acroſtics, ſharp railleries, keen retorts, brilliant quibbles, and anonymous ſtanzas.

Let Faulkner boaſt, &c.]—George Faulkner, printer, bookſeller, and author of the Dublin Journal. He hath lived with the firſt wits of the preſent age in great credit, and upon a footing of much intima⯑cy and kindneſs. He is well known to have been the particular friend of the Dean of St. Patrick's, and at this moment correſponds with the Earl of Cheſterfield, whoſe letters will be publiſhed by him immediate⯑ly after the demiſe of ſaid Earl. He was ſent to Newgate by the Houſe of Commons in the year 1738, for his ſteadineſs in prevarica⯑ting in the cauſe of liberty; and ſworn an alderman of Dublin in the year 1770: fined for not ferving the office of ſheriff in the year 1768. His Journal (to which he hath lately added a fourth column) is circu⯑lated all over Europe, and taken in at the coffee-houſes in Conſtantino⯑ple, beſides Bath, Briſtol, Boſton, Tunbridge Wells, Brighthelmſtone, Virginia, and Eyre-Connaught. In his paragraphs he hath always ſtu⯑died the proſperity and honour of his native country, by ſtrenuoſly decrying of whiſkey, projecting cellars, holes made by digging for gra⯑vel in the high roads, voiding of excrements in the public ſtreets, throwing of ſquibs, crackers, ſky-rockets, and bonfires; by which ma⯑ny lives are loſt, men, women, and children maimed; ſick perſons di⯑ſturbed out of their ſleep; eyes burned out, and horſes ſtartled; re⯑commeding it to Archbiſhops, Dukes, Lords, Privy Counſellors, Gene⯑rals, Colonels, Field Officers, and Captains, to fall down precipices, tumble into cellars, be overturned by rubbiſh thrown in the ſtreets, in order to remove nuiſances; diſſuading all bloods, bucks, ſmarts, rappa⯑rees, and other ſuch infernal night-walkers, from committing man⯑ſlaughter upon pigs, hackney horſes, watchmen's lanterns, and other enormities; prophane curſing and ſwearing, and breaking the Sabbath, and the commandments; exclaiming againſt the importation of potatoes, and adviſing to grow more corn; inciting to virue by characters in his Journal, and calling upon the magiſtrates to do their duty.—The Earl of Cheſterfield compareth him unto Atticus a Roman Baronet, and ſun⯑dry other compliments.—N. B. His nephew Todd, continueth to make the beſt brawn, and hath lately imported a large quantity of James's Powders.

Which guides the courts, and charms the ſtage.]—Howard hath publiſhed Pleas on the Exchequer Equity; Rules of Chancery; Almey⯑da, or the Rival Kings, a Tragedy; The Siege of Tamar, and the Fe⯑male Gameſtr, in manuſcript.

To praiſe Monroe.]—This hinteth unto the under-written ſtanzas of ſaid Howard, whereby he adviſeth and encourageth a painter to proceed in painting ſaid lady, and likewiſe publickly declareth, that he himſelf will be an adven'urer, and will dare to undertake to compleat, and alſo to finiſh the piece, by partly ſupplying ſome hints, whereby ſaid painter may be forwarded in his work.

To a certain nobleman, on being told he had wiſhed for the picture of a celebrated beauty.

The beauties of the SISTER GRACES.] —Three Miſs Montgome⯑ries, on whom Howard wrote the following under-written verſes printed in theſe notes.

On the abſence and return of THE THREE FAVOURITE SISTERS.

To ſtudy law young Ovid drove.]—Ovid, otherwiſe called Naſo, a famous poet in the reign of Auguſtus. He wrote ſeveral books of Metamorphoſis, or the changing of one thing into another, Love Epi⯑ſtles, and Faſt Days: he was not called to the bar, nor ever practiſed as an attorney. For further particulars ſee his works, In Uſum Delphi⯑ni, printed and ſold by me in Parliament-ſtreet.

At your ſublime Pindaric Ode.]—Howard wrote an Ode on his Majeſty's Birth-day, which much reſembleth Dryden's on the Feaſt of Alexander. I have conſulted ſundry of the beſt critics, judges, and geniuſes; Mr. Dexter, who keepeth the Four-Courts Marſhalſea; Mr. Kavenagh, attorney at law; Mr. Croker, Ald. Emerſon, at the Spinning-wheel, Caſtle-ſtreet, and others; who all aſſure me they don't think How⯑ard's Ode ſuperior to Dryden's. In my own opinion, Dryden's is preferable.

With your applauſe the Garden rings.]—The Garden, commonly called the New-Gardens, or Dr. Bartholomew Moſs's Gardens. They were opened in the year 1757, and an hoſpital erected for lying-in-women. 'Tis an excellent charity, and a ſtately edifice.—This note was ſent me by an ingenious friend, who deſires his name may not be made public.

All hearts to loyalty you tune.]—The people of Ireland are re⯑markable for a great deal of loyalty, and thick legs: as a proof of this, the Government goes in their coaches every 4th of November round the ſtatue of his Majeſty King George II. at Stephen's-green, in honour of King William III. with one in College-green, of glorious and immortal memory, whom God long preſerve.

Bartlemon.] A celebrated muſician, who playeth upon the fid⯑dle at the New-Gardens, or Doctor Bartholomew Moſs's Gardens. He ſet Howard's ode to muſic, on the birth-day of his Majeſty George III: whom God long preſerve.

A bard who ſ ars above old Dryden.] —John Dryden, a poet, who was well known in the reign of Charles II. He was born of a gentle⯑man's family in Northamptonſhire. In order to give his countrymen of Ireland ſome more intimate knowledge of him, (no author's works hav⯑ing a better ſale at my ſhop in Parliament-ſtreet) I undertook a journey to London, to collect materials for his life; but after remaining there 3 months for this purpoſe, I could only learn that he was accuſtomed to ſit in a big chair among the wits at Button's; and this my friends telling me not being ſufficient for a life of ſaid poet, I acordingly diſcontinued it.

And prove a deâdlier foe than Foote.] —Samuel Foote, Eſq ma⯑nager of the Theatre Royal in the Hay-market, London. He expoſed Alderman Faulkner, under the character of Peter Paragraph, in one of his pieces, acted upon Smock-alley ſtage in Dublin. He was pro⯑ſecuted for ſaid offence by Mr. Faulkner, and tried before Mr. Juſtice Robinſon, who inveighed very eloquently againſt ſtage-players, and ſaid he might be conſidered as rubbiſh or a dunghill, and brought under the head of nuiſances.—The learned council for the proſecutor, alſo compared him unto Ariſtophanes, and the alderman unto Socrates; adding alſo, that Socrates was not the worſe for the compariſon. The play-houſe would have run with blood on this occaſion, and many ſwords would have been drawn, had not Mr. Faulkner prevailed on his friends (who were preſent every night of the repreſentation) to hear the piece out, and let him take his remedy by law; to which they ve⯑ry obligingly conſented.—N. B. Said Foote hath with impunity ex⯑poſed upon the ſtage, ſome of the greateſt men, and greateſt wits now living; ſuch as the late Duke of Newcaſtſe, Mr. Glover, the late Al⯑derman Beckford, Mr. Langford the auctioneer, Mr. Peter Taylor, and the rev. Mr. Whitfield. He loſt his leg by a providential fall from his horſe, in company with his late royal highneſs the Duke of York, at the ſeat of the Earl of Mexborough. He was taken up much bruiſed, and the amputation was performed by Surgeon Bromfield.

"You're not a bee without a ſting."]—There is a pecullar feli⯑city (as I am told) in this compariſon of Howard unto a bee, although the Epiſtle ſayeth that he "is not a bee;" for whereas a bee never reſteth upon one bud or flower, but ſtyeth about in wandering and un⯑certain angles, from ſhrub to ſhrub, and from Hollyhock to poppy, and never is content until his bags be filled: ſo Howard hath amaſſed an am⯑ple fortune by different occupations; and alſo hath compleated a vo⯑lume of apothegms, from the divers rich ſpoils of learning which he hath happened to encounter in his poring over books, many of which he hath had acceſs to in my ſhop in Parliament-ſtreet.

Of which your apothegms are full.]—Some of the greateſt geniuſ⯑es of antiquity, and the moderns, have taken particular delight in collecting all the wiſe ſayings, and brilliant proverbs of the cute ob⯑ſervers upon men, manners, and things—an exc llent collection of this ſort is to be found in one of the laſt pages of Boyer's French Gentle⯑man's Grammar. But I am informed that the Lord Bacon, Baron Ve⯑rulam, Viſcount St. Albins, and Plutarch, have been more induſtriou⯑in this way than any of their contemporaries, the moderns. Howard, in imitation of theſe ſupernatural wits, is alſo the author of a compi⯑lation of an octavo volume, under the title of Howard's Apothegms, collected from Bacon, Plutarch, Sir John Fielding, Julius Caeſar, The Wit's Vade Mecum, Solon, a Chriſtmas Box for Young Ladies, Tay⯑lor's Holy Living and Dying, and the Buck's Companion.

You prove what riches tillage yields.] —Howard is the author of ſe⯑veral letters, ſigned Agricola, recommending tillage. I printed them with⯑out any expence to the author, before our quarrel, but have ſince declined it. He hath taken moſt of his hints from my paragraphs, and endeavoured to imitate my ſtyle and ſpirit; but my friends tell me he hath ſailed therein.

You prove by ploughs the kingdom's fed.]—Ploughs, an inſtrument for turning up the earth, were firſt invented by Triptolemus, a near relation of the Goddeſs Ceres, and afterwards much improved by Mr. John Wynne Baker, of the Dublin Society.—The Iriſh formerly ploughed by the tail with bullocks; but upon Doctor Swift's voyage to the Houynhams being publiſhed, and his ſaying ſo much in praiſe of horſes, this barbarous, horrid, attrocious, ſhocking, deteſtable, cruel, nefarious cuſtom was aboliſhed by act of parliament. See an Abridge⯑ment of the Iriſh Statues, ſold by me in Parliament-ſtreet.

Whoſe lofty domes adorn our ſtreets.]—Howard owneth many houſes in Parliament-ſtreet. I built my own houſe myſelf, Howard having nothing to ſay to it, nor ſhall ever come within my doors, unleſs it be to pay for advertiſements in my Jonrnal, or to buy medicines of my nephew Todd.—It may be worth while to mention a very enter⯑taining anecdote (for the ſatisfaction of the curious) relating thereunto: When my houſe was building I happened to be out of the way one morning, penning an advertiſement for an agreeable companion to pay half the expence of a poſt chaiſe, to ſee that ſtupendous curioſity of nature, the Giant's Cauſeway, about which 'tis ſtill a doubt amongſt the learned, whether it be done in the common way by giants, or whe⯑ther it be an effort of ſpontaneous nature, and my houſe was erected without any ſtair-caſe; whereby the upper ſtories were rendered uſe⯑leſs, unleſs by the communication of a ladder placed in the ſtreet. But upon conſidering my misfortune in wanting my member, and the careleſneſs of hackney coachmen, who drive furiouſly through the ſtreets at all hours, in a ſtate of drunkenneſs from ſpirituous liquors, whereby the ladder might be ſhook or thrown down when I was aſcend⯑ing it, I thought it better to re-build my houſe, and it has at preſent a ſtair-caſe, by which there is a convenient and elegant communication between all parts of ſaid tenement.—It is ſomewhat remarkable that my houſe in Eſſex-ſtreet had no ſtair-caſe, whereby nature ſeemeth to point out, that having but one leg, I ought not to attempt climbing, and ſhould always remain on the ground floor.

Who Vanburgh like, &c.— Sir John Vanburgh. He was a great poet and architect. I was not perſonally acquainted with him any far⯑ther than printing his works, becauſe he died before my time. Being impriſoned in the Baſtile, and having no light, nor pen or ink allowed him, he amuſed himſelf with drawing divers plans of the Baſtile, which he hath ſince introduced into many buildings with great ſucceſs, particularly Blenheim, which much reſembleth the Baſtile.

Your ſkill inſtructs Gymnaſtick ſchools.]—Howard wrote a treatiſe on fencing, and is accounted an expert ſwordſman—He declined ac⯑cepting a challenge which I ſent him to fight my nephew Todd, (in the way of proxy) at the Fifteen Ac [...]es, with piſtols. I could not fight myſelf, becauſe I am pledged to the public for my Journal, three times a week, and have the care of the city upon me in my capacity of an alderman. My nephew was at firſt unwilling to accept the com⯑bat, but upon my promiſing to leave him the Journal after my death, and making him take two ſpoonfuls of his own Elixir Vitae, he at laſt conſented. This medicine is only imported by him, and is excellent for preventing accidents by ſudden death and megrims: It alſo cureth all mortal wounds, by gun-ſhot and other miſſive weapons.

In both you equal ſkill poſſeſs.]—This, I conceive, alludeth to the following under-written letter of Mr. Howard's, from Killarney, with the ſignature of POBLICOLA, with a deſcription, and likewiſe a com⯑pariſon of the Giant's Cauſeway, whereunto he ſubjoineth an inſcription for the tomb-ſtone of Dr. Averel, biſhop of Limerick, and uncle to the right hon. Francis Andrews, Provoſt of Trinity-College, Dublin, who repreſenteth the loyal city of Londonderry in parliament.—N. B. That Killarney is a ſmall village of that name in the county of Kerry. It is a market town, but doth not ſend two members to parliament, as moſt other boroughs do. It is part of the eſtate of Lord Viſcount Ken⯑mare, who hath forfeited his title, he being a Catholic nobleman, al⯑though very hoſpitable, and keepeth a moſt plentiful table, furniſhed with all the varieties the ſeaſon affords. I alſo had the honour to dine with him when I journeyed into theſe parts, to ſee the beauties of this wonderous lake.

To the printer of the DUBLIN MERCURY.

As quickſilver makes puddings dance.] —Nothing is more enter⯑taining to a large company, than to ſee a pudding vibrating, ſhaking, moving, and dancing upon the diſh, by means of quickſilver inſerted into the body of it.

A Tiſdall's depth.]—The right hon. Philip Tiſdall, Attorney⯑General.

There Donough's humour mirth provokes.] —The rev. Doctor Den⯑nis, chaplain to the Lord Lieutenant of Ireland; author of many inge⯑nious pieces.

While all admire his Attic jokes.]—The people of Attica were remarkable for the goodneſs of their jok s, and for having the beſt ſalt for preſerving meat for foreign importation; by which means they un⯑derſold all their neighbours in the article of ſalt proviſions. I hope this may be a timely warning to this poor, undone, inſatuated country.— Attica wos called the Corke of Greece.

In his new Syſtem of Chronology.] —Doctor Dennis is at preſent engaged in digeſting a new ſyſtem of Chronology, under the title of Chronological and Hiſtorical Diſſertations; which I ſhall be glad to print and ſell at my ſhop in Parliament-ſtreet:

And after mending Newton's errors.]—Sir Iſaac Newton. He was made a knight by Queen Anne, and maſter of the mint, a place worth 1000l. yearly. He was reckoned a good mathematician, and was very fond of looking through teleſcopes.

The Caſtle tribe aloud confeſs.]—This alludeth to the Doctor's being the ſuppoſed author of all the political pieces which appear in the Mercury.

B—w—s in epigram ſo ſmart.]—Doctor Burrows during the ad⯑miniſtration of the Earl of Hertford, maintained the government by many ingenious pieces, particularly witty epigrams, for which he hath a peculiar facility. I have ſelected one, which was the moſt admired by the beſt judges, as a ſpecimen of the Doctor's abilities.

Another one.

'Till griping H—rt—d broke his heart.]—Some of my moſt fa⯑miliar and intimate critics and geniuſes is of opinion, that the poet mean⯑eth gripping Hertford, and that it ought therefore to be ſpelled with a double p. But I candidly and totally differ from them, and proſecute my own opinion, in maintaining that it implyeth, that his Excellency the ſaid Earl of Hertford, was grievouſly afflicted with various diſorders of the gripes, brought upon him by windy flatulencies, mortal dry belly-achs, and other pinching ſickneſſes of the guts, during the time he preſided over the chief government of this his native country; and that this was the whole tote of his caſe is notoriouſly known to every human creature, man, woman, or children, whether in the Caſtle, in the city, or the fuburbs of Dublin.

Next maudlin B—ke, &c.]—Henry Brooke, Eſq an excellent poet, philoſopher, and patriot. He hath for ſome time retired to his country ſeat in the Bog of Allen, where he is carrying on great im⯑provements, in laying the country under water, and ſearching for hid⯑den treaſures in the bottom of lakes, ponds, marſhes, ſloughs, and other navigable rivers. He publiſhed a famous Novel, called, The Fool of Quality, which is ſold in ſeparate volumes, or together, at my ſhop in Parliament-ſtreet. There is ſo much variety in this piece, that the beſt judges agree, 'tis indifferent at what part you begin to read it, be⯑ing beautifully interſperſed with ſtories of beggars, trouts, foreign birds, and Indian' princeſſes. The Earl of Cheſterfield, as a proof of his eſteem for his fine talents, made him a barrack-maſter. He is a true friend to the religion of his country, and hath written many excellent tracts in defence of Popery, and the Proteſtant perſuaſion. He wrote a ballad opera, called, Jack the Giant Queller, being a ſatire upon the Lords Juſtices of Ireland, which was accordingly forbid to be repre⯑ſented. The excellent tragedy of Guſtavus was alſo ſtopped for the ſame reaſon, by the Lord Chamberlain, being a noble incitement to ſedition, in the cauſe of liberty. He was at firſt the conductor of the Free-Preſs, which truſt he executed with great integrity, taking divers ſums of money from ſeveral public officers, to prevent their being ſa⯑tirized in ſaid Journal; which he did with great integrity. This Jour⯑nal is not ſo univerſally circulated and admired as mine, becauſe it containeth not ſuch a variety of intereſting particulars, intelligence from foreign courts, the Tranſit of Venus, high water at Dublin-bar, aſſize of bread, ſailing and return of packets, births, deaths, and mar⯑riages; not to mention curious queries, and ingenious paragraphs.

Macro, with college duſt beſprent.]—We have not been able to diſcover whom the author intendeth to deſcribe in theſe verſes: but ſome ingenious friends conjecture that it is ſome rev. gentleman, who underſlandeth many languages, and keepeth a play-houſe Miſs.

There baſhful B—n once was ſeen.] —The rev. Mr. Boden, chaplain to the Lord Chancellor of Ireland.

I yawn—I nod—for Cl—ke is nigh.]—The rev. Dr. Clarke, Vice-Provoſt of Trinity-College, Dublin. He hath a very fine taſte for poetry, which plainly appeareth by the ſpecimen annexed to this piece, as it was firſt publiſhed.

On a lady's forgetting her riding-hat. Written by the rev. Dr. CL.—KP; when Vice-Provoſt of Trinity-College.

Bid B—nt recite his ſpeech.]—The Earl of B—t; Knight of the Bath; famous for his eloquence and perſonal accompliſhments.

F—ns plead, or Garnet preach.] —Counſellor John Fitz—s —Doctor Garnet, Biſhop of Clogher. He wrote an excellent Para⯑phraſe on the Book of Job.—The whole edition may be found at my ſhop in Parliament-ſtreet.

Write madrigals to fifty three.]—Various are the conjectures of the learned on this paſſage. Mr. Kavanagh is of opinion, that it alludeth unto the political diſput es which raged in the year fifty⯑three; in which the Doctor may be ſuppoſed to have wrote madri⯑gals, to appeaſe the minds of the people. My nephew Todd in⯑clineth to believe, that ſomething is intended which he can't diſcover. For my own part, I opine; that it only refereth to the age of the lady, who had attained her fifty-third year. It certainly is not very gen⯑teel to ridicule this paſſion, which is properly called all-powerful, to ſhew that it ſpareth neither age nor condition, ſtation nor dignity; not to mention the example of Anacreon, who was choaked with a grape⯑ſtone, drinking the health of his miſtreſs, at the age of four-ſcore: I am myſelf this inſtant a captive to the charms of a lady who has paſſed her grand climacteric, and have addreſſed many ſonnets to her, in a ſtyle no leſs tender than the Doctor's, one of which, the moſt admired by my friends, I have ſelected, and venture to publiſh, as a proof of my paſ⯑ſion, and a ſpecimen of my poetical endowments.

To the Widow—, on her taking a vomit of Ipecacuanha.

And ſcandalizing Alma Mater.]—Mater, as may be found in Li tleton's Dictionary, is Latin for mother. My nephew Todd is of opinion, that the Doctor muſt have had ſome quarrel with his mother: for my own part, how unwilling ſoever I may be to find fault with my author, I cannot but agree with Mr. Kavanagh, and other ingenious friends, that it were better not to divulge family brangles.

Raiſe inſurrections and thy rent.]—This relateth to a recent fact, which paſſed about ten years ago in the North of Ireland. The Doctor being unwilling, (for the beneſit of the incumbent who was to ſucceed him) that his living ſhould be let at an under value, inſiſted with his pariſhioners, who offered him twelve hundred yearly, to be paid fourteen; which they thinking unreaſonable went to law, and reduced it to the ſum of 700l.

Much German pride and Iriſh blunder.]— The Germans are ſup⯑poſed in general to be a pround people: Julius Caefar, and Mr. Nugent, give them this character. The Iriſh are very unjuſtly charged for a particular talent in blundering; but it is well known, that no people expreſs themſelves in their native tongue, the Engliſh, with more per⯑ſpicuity and preciſion; the Dean of St. Patrick's, who tho' born and bred in England, always declared himſelf, when ſober, to be an Iriſhman. It will not, I hope, be conſidered as preſumption, that I add the authority of my Journal, which is conſidered as a ſtandard of our language; where⯑as I have always conſulted the particular propriety of diction, and may be bold to challenge any author now extant, for ſuch a variety of tracts, written in ſo unblemiſhed a purity, without any abbreviations of termi⯑nations, and abounding in the beſt choſen epithets.

He makes one C—ll of the commons.] —Doubts having ariſen how the deficient vowells are to be filled up, I conſulted ſeveral friends: my nephew Todd imagineth it meaneth caudle, a liquor drank by ly⯑ing-in ladies, as it is compoſed of ſeveral mixtures: (I think it beſt when it is ſtrong of white wine). Mr. Croker very ingeniouſly hinteth, he makes one cartfull of the commons; that is the commons all move together in the ſame machine. I think, with ſubmiſſion to better judgments, that the word dunghill removeth all difficulties, and correſponds exactly with the author's meaning, and with every thing but the text.

In Pliny's learned page, &c.]—Pliny wrote many books, and was killed by Mount Veſuvius falling upon his head, though he always wore a pillow faſtened to the top of his wig, to ſave him from that accident.

That lightning cannot ſea-calves wo nd.]—An annimal that ſel⯑dom appeareth on our ſea-coaſts, unleſs to ſiſhermen in the main Ocean.

On Lord May'r's ſeaſts and Doctor Lucas.]—A very remarkable apothecary, and member of parliament. He lived upon Ormond-quay, in Dublin, at the ſign of Boyle's Head, who was a famous druggiſt. He was baniſhed from Ireland by a vote of the Houſe of Commons, which confined him to Newgate. He returned to his native country by the ſpecial mercy of his Majeſty, whom he hath always continued to oppoſe (for his good) in two parliaments, where he repreſenteth the city of Dublin.

Maecenas puff'd by every quill.]—Caius Clinius Maecenas, a great lover of learning, and learned men. For his hiſtory, and that of the Emperor Auguſtus, and the whole policy of his reign, ſee Littleton's Dictionary.

Of Horace's and Virgil's lays.]—They are both to be had, from the hours of eight in the morning till twelve at night, at my ſhop in Parliament-ſtreet.

I have now gone through the ſeveral paſſages of this admired poem, which I thought required any illuſtration or comment, and the reader will judge how far I am qualified for the duty of a commentator; tho' the ſucceſs I have already met with in that capacity, leaveth me little room to doubt of the public indulgence. It would be ungrateful, did I not take this public opportunity of returning my thanks to the many learned friends who have favoured me with their aſſiſtance in this arduous und ertaking: they are ſuch a catalogue of names as would do honour to the greateſt wits of antiquity; and the man who can boaſt of the friend-ſhip of Mr. Deane, ſixth-clerk; Mr. Dexter, keeper of the Four-courts Marſhalſea; Meſſ. Kavanagh and Croker, attorneys at law; need not be aſhamed of putting his name to any work, in which they have been his coadjutors. My nephew, Thomas Todd, has been ſo often mentioned in theſe notes, that 'tis unneceſſary to ſay an thing in his praiſe, further, than that he is an accute critic, a great traveller, and I have always found him very faithful and diligent in his duty, as my foreman. To him, therefore, this work is inſcribed, by

His ſincere friend, and paternal uncle, GEORGE FAULKINER.