"The late facetious duke of _Montagu_ (the memorable author of the bottle-conjuror at the theatre in _The Haymarket_) gave an entertainment at _The Devil-tavern, Temple-bar_, to several of the nobility and gentry, selecting the most convivial, and a few hard-drinkers, who were all in the plot. _Heidegger_ was invited, and in a few hours after dinner was made so dead drunk that he was carried out of the room, and laid insensible upon a bed. A profound sleep ensued; when the late Mrs. _Salmon's_ daughter was introduced, who took a mould from his face in plaster of Paris. From this a mask was made, and a few days before the next masquerade (at which the king promised to be present, with the countess of _Yarmouth_), the duke made application to _Heidegger's_ valet de chambre, to know what suit of cloaths he was likely to wear; and then procuring a similar dress, and a person of the same stature, he gave him his instructions. On the evening of the masquerade, as soon as his majesty was seated (who was always known by the conductor of the entertainment and the officers of the court, though concealed by his dress from the company), _Heidegger_, as usual, ordered the music to play 'God save the King;' but his back was no sooner turned, than the false _Heidegger_ ordered them to strike up '_Charly_ over the Water.' The whole company were instantly thunderstruck, and all the courtiers, not in the plot, were thrown into a stupid consternation. _Heidegger_ flew to the music-gallery, swore, stamped, and raved, accused the musicians of drunkenness, or of being set on by some secret enemy to ruin him. The king and the countess laughed so immoderately, that they hazarded a discovery. While _Heidegger_ stayed in the gallery, 'God save the King' was the tune; but when, after setting matters to rights, he retired to one of the dancing-rooms, to observe if decorum was kept by the company, the counterfeit stepping forward, and placing himself upon the floor of the theatre, just in front of the music-gallery, called out in a most audible voice, imitating _Heidegger_, damned them for blockheads, had he not just told them to play '_Charly_ over the Water.' A pause ensued; the musicians, who knew his character, in their turn thought him either drunk or mad; but, as he continued his vociferation, '_Charly_' was played again. At this repetition of the supposed affront, some of the officers of the guards, who always attended upon these occasions, were for ascending the gallery, and kicking the musicians out; but the late duke of _Cumberland_, who could hardly contain himself, interposed. The company were thrown into great confusion. 'Shame! Shame!' resounded from all parts, and _Heidegger_ once more flew in a violent rage to that part of the theatre facing the gallery. Here the duke of _Montagu_, artfully addressing himself to him, told him, 'the king was in a violent passion; that his best way was to go instantly and make an apology, for certainly the music were