breasts, he has got to be the devil’s glazier; nay, what will more surprize you, he has procur’d the reversion of master of _Pluto_’s rough game, when it falls, for Dr. _Oates_; and obtain’d a promise of candle-snuffer-general to all the gaming-houses in these quarters, for honest _George Porter_ the evidence. _The Remainder of my Catalogue of_ CURES. _Timothy Addlepate_, of _Cheapside_, _Milliner_, was so wonderfully afflicted with the _Zelotypia Italica_, that he constantly lock’d up his simpering red-hair’d spouse, when business call’d him abroad, and would hardly trust her with her aunt or grandmother. By rectifying his constitution with my true _Covent-Garden_ ELIXIR, he is so intirely cured of the _Icterus Martialis_, or his old _yellow distemper_ that now of his own accord he carries her to the play-house, sends her to all the balls, masquerades, and merry meetings in town; nay, trusts her alone at _Epsom-Wells_ and _Richmond_, and will let her sit a whole afternoon with a gay smooth-fac’d officer of the guards at the tavern, and is never disturbed at it. _Jethro Lumm_, at the sign of the _Blue-ball_ and _Spotted-horse_, between a _Cheesemonger_’s and _Perfumer_’s shops in _Ratcliff-high-way_, by taking a few doses of my _Pulvis Vermifugus_, or my _Antiverminous Powder_, voided above 30000 worms of all sorts, as your _Ascarides_, _Teretes_, _Hirudines_, and so forth, in the space of 12 hours, one of which, by modest computation, was supposed long enough to reach from St. _Leonard’s Shoreditch_, to _Tottenham high cross_. I confess my medicine is a little bitter; but what says the learned _Arabian_ philosopher _Hamet Ben Hamet Ben Haddu Albumazar_, A diadem will not cure the _Apoplexy_, nor a velvet slipper the _Gout_: And are not all the Antients as well as Neotorics agreed, that _raro corpus sine vermibus_. Therefore, my good friends, be advis’d in time. _Ezekiel Driver_ of _Puddle-dock_, Carman, having disordered his _Pia mater_ with too plentiful a morning’s draught of _three-threads_ and _old Pharaoh_, had the misfortune to have his car run over him. The whole street concluded him as good as dead, and the over-forward clerk of the parish had already set him down in the weekly-bills. Two applications of my _Unguentum Traumaticum_ set him immediately to rights, and now he is coachman in ordinary to a Tallyman’s fat widow in _Soho_. Witness his hand _E. D._