_Will._ Why, Sir, a certain _Vintner_ not far from _Southampton Square_, a well-wisher, you may be sure, to any Religion he could get by, had a mind to draw custome to his empty House--For he had a vast prospect of gain from the success of the Action,--For, quo he to himself, the people will cry, whether shall we go? Go! says another, we'l go to the _Hobgoblin_ that counterfeited the Lord _Russel's_ Ghost--for, thought he, everybody will be glad to see a _Hobgoblin_. _Ralph._ Puh--this is some invention of yours to put a trick upon the poor _Papists_. _Will._ An Invention of mine! Tis all about the Town--and besides, there is nothing more common among the _Papists_ than to counterfeit Spirits and Ghosts--I find you never read the Story of the four Monks of _Bearn_ in _Switzerland_, that were hang'd for counterfeiting the _Virgin Mary_; nor of the Country Curate that lay with his Neece in the shape of _St. Barbara_. But the Fryer had not so good luck: For he living in a young widow's House, would fain have frighted the young Widow into his Lascivious Embraces--and to that purpose haunted her chamber every Night in a Winding Sheet: But she, being a Woman of mettle, hid a Friend of hers privately in her chamber, that gave the Spirit such a severe Cudgel-correction, as made him quickly beg Quarter for his bruised Bones. _Ralph._ But all this while, where was the Profundity of the design? _Will._ The profundity of the Design was to put the Lord Russel's Speech upon Dr. Burnett--And of this they were resolv'd to have an acknowledgment out of the Lord Russel's own Mouth. _Ralph._ That was hard to do, when his Head was cut off. _Will._ Oh--but though the Head of his body was cut off, the Head of his Ghost was still on.--However, tho' it be not to be deny'd, that a Spirit without a Head has a very brisk motion, yet the Committee were not so cunning as to know how to bring his Ghost out of _Buckinghamshire_ into _Bloomsbury Square_--and therefore another expedient was to be found out.--The Committee was extreamly puzl'd to find out this Expedient, till the _Vintner_, inspir'd no doubt with his own _Pipes_ and Tierces, had it presently in his Pate.--Quo he Ladies and Gentlemen, why may not I act a Ghost, as well as Matt. Medbourn? _Ralph._ Frolick for frolick now, it would be a very good humour to Indict this Vintner upon the Statute of 21 Jacob, 26, for endeavouring to personate the Lord _Russel's_ Ghost, on purpose to procure an acknowledgment contrary to his will and consent. _Will._ Faith, _Sir_, the very action itself procur'd him punishment enough, to be well drub'd, and two such lovely forehead marks of _Knave_ and _Fool_, that Ten Fountains, with all the Soap in the City, will never wash off.