"This was a great Eye-sore, and Heart-burning to some lubberly Abbots, who lounged about the Court; they took it in great Dudgeon they were not invited, and stuck so close to his Skirts, that they never rested till they outed him. They told the King, who was naturally very hasty, that Sir _John_, made-away with his Wine, and feasted his _Paramours_ at his Expence; and not only so, but they were forming a Design against his Life, which they in Conscience ought to discover: That Sir _John_ was not only an Heretic, but an Heathen; nay, worse, they fear'd he was a Witch, and that he had bewitch'd his Majesty into that unaccountable Fondness for a _Pudding-Maker_. They assured the King, that on a _Sunday_ Morning, instead of being at Mattins, he and his Trigrimates got together hum jum, all snug, and perform'd many hellish and diabolical Ceremonies. In short, they made the King believe that the Moon was made of Green-Cheese: And to shew how the Innocent may be bely'd, and the best Intentions misrepresented, they told the King, That he and his Associates offered Sacrifices to _Ceres_: When, alas, it was only the Dumplings they eat. "The Butter which was melted and poured over them, these vile Miscreants, called _Libations_: And the friendly Compotations of our Dumpling Eaters, were called _Bacchanalian Rites_. Two or three among them being sweet tooth'd, would strew a little Sugar over their Dumplings; this was represented as an _Heathenish Offering_. In short, not one Action of theirs, but which these rascally Abbots made criminal, and never let the King alone till Sir _John_ was discarded; not but the King did it with the greatest Reluctance; but they made it a religious Concern, and he could not get off on't." _Diss. pag._ 10. All the World knows that the _Tory_ Ministry got uppermost, for the four last Years of the Queen's Reign, and by their unaccountable Management, teaz'd that good Lady out of her Life: Which occasion'd the D--n in his eleventh Page to say; "Then too late he saw his Error; then he lamented the Loss of Sir _John_; and in his latest Moments, would cry out, Oh! that I had never parted from my dear _Jack-Pudding_! Would I had never left off Pudding and Dumpling! then I had never been thus basely poison'd! never thus treacherously sent out of the World!----Thus did this good King lament: But alas! to no purpose, the Priest had given him his Bane, and Complaints were ineffectual." This alludes to Sir **** Imprisonment and Disgrace in the Year ---- Nay, so barefaced is the D--n in his Allegory, that he tells us, in his 12th Page, _Norfolk_ was his Asylum. This is as plain as the Nose on a Man's Face! The subsequent Pages are an exact Description of the Ingratitude of Courtiers; and his Fable of the _Court Pudding_, Page 13. is the best Part of the whole Dissertation.