One would imagine the D--n had been at Sea, by his writing Catharping-Fashion, and dodging the Story sometimes Twenty-Years backwards, at other Times advancing as many; so that one knows not where to have him: for in his fifteenth Page, he returns to the present Scene of Action, and brings his Hero into the Favour of K---- _Harry_, _alias_ **** who being sensible of his Abilities, restores him into Favour, and makes Use of his admirable Skill in Cookery, _alias_ State Affairs. "Not one of the King's Cooks could make a Pudding like Sir _John_; nay, though he made a Pudding before their Eyes, yet they, out of the very same Materials, could not do the like: Which made his old Friends, the Monks, attribute it to Witchcraft and it was currently reported the Devil was his Helper. But good King _Harry_ was not to be fobb'd off so; the Pudding was good, it sat very well on his Stomach, and he eat very savourly, without the least Remorse of Conscience." _Diss. Page_ 15. This seems to hint at the Opposition Sir **** met with from the contrary Party, and how sensible the K---- was, that they were all unable to hold the Staff in Competition with him. After this the D--n runs into a whimsical Description of his Heroes personal Virtues; but draws the Picture too much _Alla Carraccatura_, and is, in my Opinion, not only a little too familiar, but wide of his Subject. For begging his Deanship's Pardon, he mightily betrays his Judgment, when he says, Sir _John_ was no very great Scholar, whereas all Men of Learning allow him to be a most excellent one; but as we may suppose he grew pretty warm by this Time with the Booksellers Wine, he got into his old Knack of Raillery, and begins to run upon all Mankind: In this Mood he falls upon _C---- J----n_, and Sir _R---- Bl----re_, a pair of twin Poets, who suck'd one and the same Muse. After this he has a Fling at _Handel_, _Bononcini_ and _Attilio_, the Opera Composers; and a severe Sneer on the late High-Church Idol, _Sacheverel_. As for _Cluer_, the Printer, any Body that knows Music, or _Bow Church Yard_, needs no farther Information. And now he proceeds to a Digression, which is indeed the Dissertation it self; proving all Arts and Sciences to owe their Origin and Existence to _Pudding_ and _Dumpling_ (_i.e._) Encouragement. His _Hiatus_ in the 20th Page, I could, but dare not Decypher. In his 22nd Page, he lashes the Authors who oppose the Government; such as the _Craftsman_, _Occasional Writer_, and other Scribblers, past, present, and to come. _The Dumpling-Eaters Downfal_, is a Title of his own Imagination; I have run over all _Wilford_'s Catalogues, and see no Mention made of such a Book: All that Paragraph therefore is a mere Piece of Rablaiscism. In his 23d Page, he has another confounded Fling at Foreigners; and after having determinately dubb'd his Hero, the Prince of Statesmen, he concludes his Dissertation with a Mess of Drollery, and goes off in a Laugh.