TO

Mr. BRAUND .

SIR,

et Mercenary Authors flatter the Great, and subject their Principle to Interest and Ambition, I scorn such sordid Views; You only are Eminent in my Eyes: On You I look as the most Useful Member in a Body-Politic, and your Art far superior to all others: Therefore,

Tu mihi Mecænas Eris!

O Braund , my Patron! my Pleasure! my Pride! disdain not to grace my Labours with a kind Perusal. Suspend a-while your more momentous Cares, and condescend to taste this little Fricassee of Mine.

I write not this, to Bite you by the Ear, ( i. e. ) flatter you out of a Brace or two of Guinea’s: No; as I am a true Dumpling Eater , my Views are purely Epicurean , and my utmost Hopes center’d in partaking of some elegant Quelque Chose tost up by your judicious Hand. I regard Money but as a Ticket which admits me to your Delicate Entertainments; to me much more Agreeable than all the Monkey-Tricks of Rival Harlequins , or Puppet-Show Finery of Contending Theatres .

The Plague and fatigue of Dependance and Attendance, which call me so often to the Court-end of | the Town, were insupportable, but for the Relief I find at Austin ’s , your Ingenious and Grateful Disciple, who has adorn’d New Bond-street with your Graceful Effigies . Nor can he fail of Custom who has hung out a Sign so Alluring to all true Dumpling-Eaters . Many a time and oft have I gaz’d with Pleasure on your Features, and trac ’d in them the exact Lineaments of your glorious Ancestor Sir John Brand , vulgarly call’d Sir John Pudding .

Tho’ the Corruption of our English Orthography indulges some appearance of Distinction between Brand and Braund , yet in Effect they are one and the same thing. The ancient Manor of Brand ’s, alias Braund ’s, near Kilburn in Middlesex , was the very Manor-House of Sir John Brand , and is call ’d Brand ’s to this Day, altho’ at present it be in the Possession of the Family of Marsh .

What Honours are therefore due to One who is in a Direct Male Line, an Immediate Descendant from the Loins of that Great Man! Let this teach You to value your Self; this remind the World, how much they owe to the Family of the Braunds ; more particularly to You , who inherit not only the Name, but the Virtues of your Illustrious Ancestor. I am,

SIR ,

With all imaginable
Esteem and Gratitude,
Your very most
Obedient Servant, &c.

Page 5. line 15, &c. for Barnes read Brand .

he Dumpling-Eaters are a Race sprung partly from the old Epicurean , and partly from the Peripatetic Sect ; they were brought first into Britain by Julius Cesar ; and finding it a Land of Plenty, they wisely resolv’d never to go Home again. Their Doctrines are Amphibious, and compos’d Party per Pale of the two Sects before-mention’d; from the Peripatetics , they derive their Principle (2) of Walking, as a proper Method to digest a Meal, or create an Appetite; from the Epicureans , they maintain that all Pleasures are comprehended in good Eating and Drinking: And so readily were their Opinions embrac’d, that every Day produc’d many Proselytes; and their Numbers have from Age to Age increas’d prodigiously, insomuch that our whole Island is over-run with them, at present. Eating and Drinking are become so Customary among us that we seem to have entirely forgot, and laid aside the old Fashion of Fasting: Instead of having Wine sold at Apothecaries Shops, as formerly, every Street has two or three Taverns in it, least these Dumpling-Eaters should faint by the Way; nay, so zealous are they in the Cause of Bacchus , that one of the Chief among ’em has made a Vow never to say his Prayers ’till he has a Tavern of his own in every Street in London , and in every Market-Town in England . What may we then in Time expect? Since by insensible Degrees, their Society is become so numerous and formidable, that they are without Number; other Bodies have their Meetings, but where can the Dumpling-Eaters assemble? what Place large enough to contain ’em! The Bank , India , and South-Sea Companies have their General Courts, the Free-Masons and the Gormogons their Chapters; nay, our Friends (3) B2 the Quakers have their Yearly Meetings. And who would imagine any of these should be Dumpling-Eaters? But thus it is, the Dumpling-Eating Doctrine has so far prevailed among ’em, that they eat not only Dumplings, but Puddings , and those in no small Quantities.

The Dumpling is indeed, of more antient Institution, and of Foreign Origin; but alas, what were those Dumplings? nothing but a few Lentils sodden together, moisten’d and cemented with a little seeth’d Fat, not much unlike our Gritt or Oatmeal Pudding; yet were they of such Esteem among the ancient Romans , that a Statue was erected to Fulvius Agricola , the first Inventor of these Lentil Dumplings. How unlike the Gratitude shewn by the Publick to our Modern Projectors!

The Romans , tho’ our Conquerors, found themselves much out-done in Dumplings by our Fore-fathers; the Roman Dumplings were no more to compare to those made by the Britons , than a Stone-Dumpling is to a Marrow Pudding; tho’ indeed, the British Dumpling at that time, was little better than what we call a Stone-Dumpling, being no thing else but Flour and Water: But every Generation growing wiser and wiser, the (4) Project was improv’d, and Dumpling grew to be Pudding: One Projector found Milk better than Water; another introduc’d Butter; some added Marrow, others Plumbs; and some found out the Use of Sugar; so that, to speak Truth, we know not where to fix the Genealogy or Chronology of any of these Pudding Projectors, to the Reproach of our Historians, who eat so much Pudding, yet have been so Ungrateful to the first Professors of this most noble Science, as not to find ’em a Place in History.

The Invention of Eggs was merely accidental, two or three of which having casually roll’d from off a Shelf into a Pudding which a good Wife was making, she found herself under a Necessity either of throwing away her Pudding, or letting the Eggs remain, but concluding from the innocent Quality of the Eggs, that they would do no Hurt, if they did no Good. She wisely jumbl’d ’em all together, after having carefully pick’d out the Shells; the Consequence is easily imagined, the Pudding became a Pudding of Puddings; and the Use of Eggs from thence took its Date. The Woman was sent for to Court to make Puddings for King John , who then sway’d the Scepter; and gain’d such Favour, that she was the making of her whole Family. I cannot conclude (5) this Paragraph without owning, I received this important Part of the History of Pudding from old Mr. Lawrence of Wilsden-Green , the greatest Antiquary of the present Age.

From that Time the English became so famous for Puddings, that they are call’d Pudding-Eaters all over the World, to this Day.

At her Demise, her Son was taken into Favour, and made the King’s chief Cook; and so great was his Fame for Puddings, that he was call’d Jack Pudding all over the Kingdom, tho’ in Truth, his real Name was John Brand , as by the Records of the Kitchen you will find: This John Brand , or Jack-Pudding , call him which you please, the French have it Jean Boudin , for his Fame had reached France , whose King would have given the World to have had our Jack for his Pudding-Maker. This Jack Pudding , I say, became yet a greater Favourite than his Mother, insomuch that he had the King’s Ear as well as his Mouth at Command; for the King, you must know, was a mighty Lover of Pudding; and Jack fitted him to a Hair, he knew how to make the most of a Pudding; no Pudding came amiss to him, he would make a Pudding (6) out of a Flint-stone, comparatively speaking. It is needless to enumerate the many sorts of Pudding he made, such as Plain Pudding, Plumb Pudding, Marrow Pudding, Oatmeal Pudding, Carrot Pudding, Saucesage Pudding, Bread Pudding, Flower Pudding, Suet Pudding, and in short, every Pudding but Quaking Pudding, which was solely invented by, and took its Name from our Good Friends of the Bull and Mouth before mentioned, notwithstanding the many Pretenders to that Projection.

But what rais’d our Hero most in the Esteem of this Pudding-eating Monarch, was his Second Edition of Pudding, he being the first that ever invented the Art of Broiling Puddings, which he did to such Perfection, and so much to the King’s likeing, (who had a mortal Aversion to Cold Pudding,) that he thereupon instituted him Knight of the Gridiron, and gave him a Gridiron of Gold, the Ensign of that Order, which he always wore as a Mark of his Sovereign’s Favour; in short, Jack Pudding , or Sir John , grew to be all in all with good King John ; he did nothing without him, they were Finger and Glove; and, if we may believe Tradition, our very good Friend had no small Hand in the Magna Charta . If so, how much are all Englishmen indebted (7) to him? in what Repute ought the Order of the Gridiron to be, which was instituted to do Honour to this Wonderful Man? But alas! how soon is Merit forgot? how impudently do the Vulgar turn the most serious Things into Ridicule, and mock the most solemn Trophies of Honour? for now every Fool at a Fair, or Zany at a Mountebank’s Stage, is call’d Jack Pudding , has a Gridiron at his Back, and a great Pair of Spectacles at his Buttocks, to ridicule the most noble Order of the Gridiron. But their Spectacles is a most ungrateful Reflection on the Memory of that great Man, whose indefatigable Application to his Business, and deep Study in that occult Science, rendred him Poreblind; to remedy which Misfortune, he had always a ’Squire follow’d him, bearing a huge Pair of Spectacles to saddle his Honour’s Nose, and supply his much-lamented Defect of Sight. But whether such an Unhappiness did not deserve rather Pity than Ridicule, I leave to the Determination of all good Christians: I cannot but say, it raises my Indignation, when I see these Paunch-gutted Fellows usurping the Title and Atchievements of my dear Sir John , whose Memory I so much venerate, I cannot always contain my self. I remember, to my Cost, I once carry’d my Resentment a little (8) farther than ordinary; in furiously assaulting one of those Rascals, I tore the Gridiron from his Back, and the Spectacles from his A—e; for which I was Apprehended, carried to Pye-powder Court, and by that tremendous Bench, sentenc’d to most severe Pains and Penalties.

This has indeed a little tam’d me, insomuch that I keep my Fingers to my self, but at the same time let my Tongue run like a Devil: Forbear vile Miscreants, cry I, where-e’er I meet these Wretches? forbear to ascribe to your selves the Name and Honours of Sir John Pudding ? content your selves with being Zanies , Pickled-Herrings , Punchionellos , but dare not scandalize the noble Name of Pudding : Nor can I, notwithstanding the Clamours and Ill Usage of the Vulgar, refrain bearing my Testimony against this manifest piece of Injustice.

What Pity it is therefore, so noble an Order should be lost, or at least neglected. We have had no Account of the real Knights of the Gridiron, since they appeared under the fictitious Name of the Kit-Kat Club : In their Possession was the very Gridiron of Gold worn by Sir John himself; which Identical Gridiron dignified the Breast (9) C of the most ingenious Mr. Richard Estcourt that excellent Physician and Comedian, who was President of that Noble Society.

Quis talia fando temperet à Lachrymis?

What is become of the Gridiron, or of the Remains of that excellent Body of Men, Time will, I hope, discover. The World, I believe, must for such Discoveries be obliged to my very good Friend J —— T —— Esq; who had the Honour to be Door-keeper to that Honourable Assembly.

But to return to Sir John : The more his Wit engaged the King, the more his Grandeur alarm’d his Enemies, who encreas’d with his Honours. Not but the Courtiers caress’d him to a Man, as the first who had brought Dumpling-eating to Perfection. King John himself lov’d him entirely; being of Cesar ’s Mind, that is, he had a natural Antipathy against Meagre, Herring-gutted Wretches; he lov’d only Fat-headed Men, and such who slept o’ Nights ; and of such was his whole Court compos’d. Now it was Sir John ’s Method, every Sunday Morning, to give the Courtiers a Breakfast, which Breakfast was every Man his Dumpling and Cup of Wine; for you must know, he (10) was Yeoman of the Wine-Cellar at the same time.

This was a great Eye-sore and Heart-burning to some Lubberly Abbots who loung’d 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 that 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 bewitcht His Majesty into that unaccountable Fondness for a Pudding-Maker . They assur’d 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 offer’d Sacrifices to Ceres : When, alas, it was only the Dumplings they eat. (11) C2 The Butter which was melted and pour’d over them, these vile Miscreants call’d Libations : And the friendly Compotations of our Dumpling-eaters, were call’d Bacchanalian Rites . Two or three among ’em being sweet-tooth’d, wou’d strew a little Sugar over their Dumplings; this was represented as an Heathenish Offering . In short, not one Action of theirs, but what these Rascally Abbots made Criminal, and never let the King alone ’till poor Sir John was Discarded. Not but the King did it with the greatest Reluctance; but they had made it a Religious Concern, and he cou’d not get off on’t.

But mark the Consequence: The King never enjoy’d himself after, nor was it long before he was poison’d by a Monk at Swineshead Abbey. Then too late he saw his Error; then he lamented the Loss of Sir John ; and in his latest Moments wou’d cry out, Oh! that I had never parted from my dear Jack Pudding ! Wou’d I had never left off Pudding and Dumpling! I then 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.

Sir John , in the mean time, had retir’d into Norfolk , where his diffusive Knowledge extended it self for the Good of the County in general; and from that very Cause Norfolk has ever since been so famous for Dumplings. He lamented the King’s Death to his very last; and was so cautious of being poison’d by the Priests, that he never touch’d a Wafer to the Day of his Death; And had it not been that some of the less-designing part of the Clergy were his intimate Friends, and eat daily of his Dumplings, he had doubtless been Made-away with; but they stood in the Gap for him, for the sake of his Dumplings, knowing that when Sir John was gone, they should never have the like again.

But our facetious Knight was too free of his Talk to be long secure; for a Hole was pick’d in his Coat in the succeeding Reign, and poor Sir John had all his Goods and Chattels forfeited to the King’s Use. It was then time for him to bestir himself; and away to Court he goes, to recover his Lands, &c. not doubting but he had Friends there sufficient to carry his Cause.

But alas! how was he mistaken; not a Soul there knew him; the very Porters (13) used him rudely. In vain did he seek for Access to the King, to vindicate his Conduct. In vain did he claim Acquaintance with the Lords of the Court; and reap up old Civilities, to remind ’em of former Kindness; the Pudding was eat, the Obligation was over: Which made Sir John compose that excellent Proverb, Not a word of the Pudding . And finding all Means ineffectual, he left the Court in a great Pet; yet not without passing a severe Joke upon ’em, in his way, which was this; He sent a Pudding to the King’s Table, under the Name of a Court-Pudding , or Promise-Pudding . This Pudding he did not fail to set off with large Encomiums; assuring the King, That therein he wou’d find an Hieroglyphical Definition of Courtiers Promises and Friendship.

This caused some Speculation; and the King’s Physician debarr’d the King from tasting the Pudding, not knowing but that Sir John had poison’d it.

But how great a Fit of Laughter ensu’d, may be easily guess’d, when the Pudding was cut up, it prov’d only a large Bladder, just clos’d over with Paste: The Bladder was full of Wind, and nothing else, excepting these Verses written in a Roll of Paper, (14) and put in, as is suppos’d, before the Bladder was blown full:

This Adventure met with various Constructions from those at Table: Some Laugh’d; others Frown’d. But the King took the Joke by the right End, and Laugh’d outright.

The Verses, tho’ but scurvy ones in themselves, yet in those Days pass’d for tolerable: Nay, the King was mightily pleas’d with ’em, and play’d ’em off on his Courtiers as Occasion serv’d; he wou’d stop ’em short in the middle of a flattering Harangue, and cry, Not a Word of the Pudding . This wou’d daunt and mortify ’em to the last degree; they curs’d Sir John a thousand times over for the Proverb’s sake: but to (15) no Purpose; for the King gave him a private Hearing: In which he so well satisfy’d His Majesty of his Innocence and Integrity, that all his Lands were restor’d. The King wou’d have put him in his old Post; but he modestly declin’d it, but at the same time presented His Majesty with a Book of most excellent Receipts for all kinds of Puddings: Which Book His Majesty receiv’d with all imaginable Kindness, and kept it among his greatest Rarities.

But yet, as the best Instructions, tho’ never so strictly followed, may not be always as successfully executed, so not one of the King ’s Cooks cou’d make a Pudding like Sir John ; nay, tho’ 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 sate very well on his Stomach, and he eat very savourly, without the least Remorse of Conscience.

In short, Sir John grew in Favour in spite of their Teeth: The King lov’d a merry Joke; and Sir John had (16) always his Budget full of Punns, Connundrums and Carrawitchets; not to forgot the Quibbles and Fly-flaps he play’d against his Adversaries, at which the King has laugh’d ’till his Sides crackt.

Sir John , tho’ he was no very great Scholar, yet had a happy way of Expressing himself: He was a Man of the most Engaging Address, and never fail’d to draw Attention: Plenty and Good-Nature smil’d in his Face; his Muscles were never distorted with Anger or Contemplation, but an eternal Smile drew up the Corners of his Mouth; his very Eyes laugh’d; and as for his Chin it was three-double, a-down which hung a goodly Whey-colour’d Beard shining with the Drippings of his Luxury; for you must know he was a great Epicure, and had a very Sensible Mouth; he thought nothing too-good for himself, all his Care was for his Belly; and his Palate was so exquisite, that it was the perfect Standard of Tasting. So that to him we owe all that is elegant in Eating: For Pudding was not his only Talent, he was a great Virtuoso in all manner of Eatables; and tho’ he might come short of Lambert for Confectionary-Niceties, yet was he not inferiour to Brawnd , Lebec , Pede , or any other great Masters of Cookery; he could toss up a Fricassée as well as a Pancake: (17) D And most of the Kickshaws now in vogue, are but his Inventions, with other Names; for what we call Fricassées , he call’d Pancakes ; as, a Pancake of Chickens, a Pancake of Rabbets, &c. Nay, the French call a Pudding an English Fricassée, to this Day.

We value our selves mightily for Roasting a Hare with a Pudding in its Belly; when alas he has roasted an Ox with a Pudding in his Belly. There was no Man like him for Invention and Contrivance: And then for Execution, he spar’d no Labour and Pains to compass his magnanimous Designs.

O wou’d to Heav’n this little Attempt of Mine may stir up some Pudding-headed Antiquary to dig his Way through all the mouldy Records of Antiquity, and bring to Light the Noble Actions of Sir John ! It will not then be long before we see him on the Stage. Sir John Falstaffe then will be a Shrimp to Sir John Pudding , when rais’d from Oblivion and reanimated by the All-Invigorating Pen of the Well-Fed, Well-Read, Well-Pay’d C— J —— Esq; Nor wou’d this be all; for the Pastry-Cooks wou’d from the Hands of an eminent Physician and Poet receive whole Loads of (18) Memorandums, to remind ’em of the Gratitude due to Sir John ’s Memory.

On such a Subject I hope to see Sir Richard Out-do himself. Nor Arthur nor Eliza shall with Sir John compare. There is not so much difference between a Telescope and a Powder-Puff, a Hoop-Petty-Coat and a Farthing-Candle, a Birch-Broom and a Diamond-Ring, as there will be between the former Writings of this pair of Poets and their Lucubrations on this Head.

Nor will it stop here: The Opera Composers shall have t’other Contest, which shall best sing-forth his Praises. Sorry am I that Nicolino is not here, he would have made an excellent Sir John . But Senefino , being blown up after the manner that Butchers blow Calves, may do well enough. From thence the Painters and Print-sellers shall retail his goodly Phiz; and what Sacheverel was, shall Sir John Pudding be; his Head shall hang Elate on every Sign, his Fame shall ring in every Street, and Cluer ’s Press shall teem with Ballads to his Praise. This would be but Honour, this would be but Gratitude, from a Generation so much indebted to so Great a Man.

But how much do we deviate from Honour and Gratitude, when we put other Names to his Inventions, and call ’em our own? What is a Tart, a Pie, or a Pasty, but Meat or Fruit enclos’d in a Wall or Covering of Pudding. What is a Cake, but a Bak’d Pudding; or a Christmas -Pie, but a Minc’d-Meat-Pudding. As for Cheese-cakes, Custards, Tansies, they are manifest Puddings, and all of Sir John ’s own Contrivance; for Custard is as old if not older than Magna Charta . In short, Pudding is of the greatest Dignity and Antiquity. Bread it self, which is the very Staff of Life, is, properly speaking, a Bak’d Wheat-Pudding.

To the Satchel, which is the Pudding-Bag of Ingenuity, we are indebted for the greatest Men in Church and State. All Arts and Sciences owe their Original to Pudding or Dumpling. What is a Bag-Pipe, the Mother of all Music, but a Pudding of Harmony. And what is Music it self, but a Palatable Cookery of Sounds. To little Puddings or Bladders of Colours we owe all the choice Originals of the Greatest Painters: And indeed, what is Painting, but a well-spread Pudding, or Cookery of Colours.

The Head of Man is like a Pudding: And whence have all Rhimes, Poems, Plots and Inventions sprang, but from that same Pudding. What is Poetry, but a Pudding of Words. The Physicians, tho’ they cry out so much against Cooks and Cookery, yet are but Cooks themselves; with this difference only, the Cooks Pudding lengthens Life, the Physicians shortens it. So that we Live and Die by Pudding. For what is a Clyster, but a Bag-Pudding; a Pill, but a Dumpling; or a Bolus, but a Tansy, tho’ not altogether so Toothsome. In a word; Physick is only a Puddingizing or Cookery of Drugs. The Law is but a Cookery of Quibbles and Contentions. (a) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * is but a Pudding of * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * . Some swallow every thing whole and unmix’d; so that it may rather be call’d a Heap, than a Pudding. Others are so Squeamish, the greatest Mastership in Cookery is requir’d to make the Pudding Palatable: The Suet which others gape and swallow by Gobs, must for these (21) puny Stomachs be minced to Atoms; the Plums must be pick’d with the utmost Care, and every Ingredient proportion’d to the greatest Nicety, or it will never go down.

(a) The Cat run away with this part of the Copy, on which the Author had unfortunately laid some of Mother Crump ’s Sausages.

The Universe it self is but a Pudding of Elements. Empires, Kingdoms, States and Republicks are but Puddings of People differently made up. The Celestial and Terrestrial Orbs are decypher’d to us by a pair of Globes or Mathematical Puddings.

The Success of War and Fate of Monarchies are entirely dependant on Puddings and Dumplings: For what else are Cannon-Balls, but Military Puddings; or Bullets, but Dumplings; only with this difference, they do not sit so well on the Stomach as a good Marrow-Pudding or Bread-Pudding.

In short, There is nothing valuable in Nature, but what, more or less, has an Allusion to Pudding or Dumpling. Why then should they be held in Disesteem? Why should Dumpling-Eating be ridicul’d, or Dumpling-Eaters derided? Is it not Pleasant and Profitable? Is it not Ancient and Honourable? Kings, Princes, and Potentates have in all Ages been Lovers of Pudding. Is it not therefore (22) of Royal Authority? Popes, Cardinals, Bishops, Priests and Deacons have, Time out of Mind, been great Pudding-Eaters: Is it not therefore a Holy and Religious Institution? Philosophers, Poets, and Learned Men in all Faculties, Judges, Privy-Councellors, and Members of both Houses, have, by their great Regard to Pudding, given a Sanction to it that nothing can efface. Is it not therefore Ancient, Honourable, and Commendable?

Quare itaque fremuerunt Auctores?

Why do therefore the Enemies of good Eating, the Starve-gutted Authors of Grub-street, employ their impotent Pens against Pudding and Pudding-headed, aliàs Honest Men? Why do they inveigh against Dumpling-Eating which is the Life and Soul of Good-fellowship, and Dumpling-Eaters who are the Ornaments of Civil Society.

But, alas! their Malice is their own Punishment. The Hireling Author of a late scandalous Libel, intituled, The Dumpling-Eaters Downfall , may, if he has any Eyes, now see his Error, in attacking so Numerous, so August a Body of People: His Books remain Unsold, Unread, Unregarded; while this Treatise of (23) Mine shall be Bought by all who love Pudding or Dumpling; to my Bookseller’s great Joy, and my no small Consolation. How shall I Triumph, and how will that Mercenary Scribbler be Mortify’d, when I have sold more Editions of my Books, than he has Copies of his! I therefore exhort all People, Gentle and Simple, Men, Women and Children, to Buy, to Read, to Extol these Labours of Mine, for the Honour of Dumpling-Eating. Let them not fear to defend every Article; for I will bear them Harmless: I have Arguments good store, and can easily Confute, either Logically, Theologically, or Metaphysically, all those who dare Oppose me.

Let not Englishmen therefore be asham’d of the Name of Pudding-Eaters ; but, on the contrary, let it be their Glory. For let Foreigners cry out ne’er so much against Good Eating, they come easily into it when they have been a little while in our Land of Canaan ; and there are very few Foreigners among as who have not learn’d to make as great a Hole in a good Pudding or Sirloin of Beef as the best Englishman of us all.

Why shou’d we then be Laught out of Pudding and Dumpling? or why (24) Ridicul’d out of Good Living? Plots and Politics may hurt us, but Pudding cannot. Let us therefore adhere to Pudding, and keep our selves out of Harm’s Way; according to the Golden Rule laid down by a celebrated Dumpling-Eater now defunct;

The Author of these excellent Lines not only shews his Wisdom, but his Good-Breeding, and great Esteem for the Memory of Sir John , by giving his Poem the Title of Merry Andrew , and making Merry Andrew the principal Spokesman: For if I guess aright, and surely I guess not wrong, his main Design was, to ascertain the Name of Merry Andrew to the Fool of a Droll, and to substitute it instead of Jack Pudding ; which Name my Friend Matt. cou’d not hear with Temper, as carrying with (25) E it an oblique Reflection on Sir John Pudding the Hero of this Dumpleid .

Let all those therefore who have any Regard to Politeness and Propriety of Speech, take heed how they Err against this Rule laid down by him who was the Standard of English Elegance. And be it known to all whom it may concern, That if any Person whatever shall dare hereafter to apply the Name of Jack Pudding to Merry Andrews and such-like Creatures, I hereby Require and Impower any Stander or Standers by, to Knock him, her, or them down. And if any Action or Actions of Assault and Battery shall be brought against any Person or Persons so acting in pursuance of this most reasonable Request, by Knocking down, Bruising, Beating, or otherwise Demolishing such Offenders; I will Indemnify and bear them Harmless.

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W ho Writeth all manner of Books and Pamphlets, in Verse or Prose, at Reasonable Rates: And furnisheth, at a Minute’s Warning, any Customer with Elegies , Pastorals, Epithalamium’s and Congratulatory Verses adapted to all manner of Persons and Professions, Ready Written, with Blanks to insert the Names of the Parties Address’d to.

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Pray mistake not the House; because there are many Pretenders there-abouts.

No Trust by Retale.

PREFACE

I t very much surprizes me that six Editions of a Mythological Pamphlet, entituled, A Dissertation on Dumpling , should escape your Notice of that wonderful Unriddler of Mysteries the ingenious Mr. E —— C--- who has at the same Time given such Proofs of his Abilities in his many and most elaborate Keys to Gulliver ’s Travels; Keys, which Gulliver himself could never have found out! and withal, so pertinent, that I shall esteem those at the Helm, no great Lovers of Learning, if my Friend Edmund be not forthwith promoted: for as the Sweetness of a Kernel ii is uncomatable, but by the Fracture of its Shell, so is the Beauty of a Mystery altogether hid, till the Expounder has riddlemayreed the Propounder’s Problem, and render’d it obvious to the meanest Capacity.

The only Plea I can use in Mr. C —— ’s behalf, is, that the Author of the Dissertation has been a little too free with his Character, which probably occasioned that Sullenness in our British Oedipus ; who in Order to be revenged, has determined not to embelish the Work with his Interpretation, but rather let it rot and perish in Oblivion.

This, and nothing else, could be the Reason of so profound a Silence in so great a Mysterymonger, to remedy which Loss to the Publick, I an unworthy Scribler, and faint Copier of that great Artist, presume with aching Heart, and trembling Hand, to draw the Veil which shades the political Pamphlet in Question; and show it to my loving Countrymen in Puris Naturalibus .

If I succeed in this, I hope Mr. L —— t , who all the World knows is a rare Chap to his Authors, will speedily employ me to unriddle, or at least make a Plot to the Rival Modes , which it seems the Author has omitted: it is true, he ought to have given it the Bookseller with the Copy, but has not so done, which makes me wonder he is not sued for Breach of Covenant; but what is that to me, if I get a Job by the Bargain? Let Booksellers beware how they buy Plays without Plots for the future.

I narrowly miss’d solving the Problem called Wagner and Abericock ; Mr. B —— had spoke to Mr. W —— to speak to Mr. C —— , who had just consented to employ me, after having made me abate half my demand: But Houses running thin, Colley had undertaken the Job himself to save Charges; intending at the same Time, to annex a severe Criticism on Pluto and Proserpine .

This, gentle Reader, will, I hope, induce you to look on me as a Writer of some Regard, and at the same Time, iv to make a little Allowance for whatever Errors my great Hurry may occasion, being obliged to write Night and Day, Sundays and working Days, without the least Assistance. All our Journeymen Writers being now turned Masters, I am left to shift for my self; but am bringing up my Wife to the Business, and doubt not but a long War, and our mutual Industry, may rub off old Scores, and make us begin a new Reckoning with all Mankind; Pamphleteering having been so dead for many Years last past, that (God forgive me!) I have been oftentimes tempted to write Treason for mere Sustenance.

But Thanks to better Stars and better Days, the Pen revives, and Authors flourish; more Money can be made now of a Play, nay, though it be a scurvy One, than Dryden got by all his Works. Therefore now or never is the Time to strike while the Iron is hot, to write my self out of Debt, and into Place, and then grow idle and laugh at the World, as my Betters have done before me.

INTRODUCTION.

W hen a Book has met with Success, it never wants a Father; there being those good natured Souls in the World, who, rather than let Mankind think such Productions sprang of themselves, will own the Vagabond Brat, and thereby become Fathers of other Mens Offsprings.

This was the Fate of Dumpling, whose real Father did not take more Care to conceal himself, than some did to be thought its Author; but if any one will recollect the Time of its Publication, they will find it within vi a Week after the Arrival of D —— n S —— t , from Ireland ; the Occasion, as I am very well informed, was this, the D —— n, one of the first Things he did, went to pay a Visit to Mr. T —— , his old Bookseller; but, to his Surprize, found both the Brothers dead, and a Relation in the Shop, to whom he was an utter Stranger. Mr. M —— for such is this Person’s Name, gathering from the D—n’s Enquiries who he was, paid him his Devoirs in the most respectful Manner, solicited his Friendship, and invited him to a Dinner, which the D —— n was pleased to accept. By the Way, you must know, he is a great Lover of Dumpling, as well as the Bookseller, who had ordered one for himself, little dreaming of such a Guest that Day. The Dinner, as ’twas not provided on purpose, was but a Family one, well enough however for a Bookseller; that is to say, a couple of Fowls, Bacon and Sprouts boiled, and a Forequarter vii of Lamb roasted. After the usual Complements for the unexpected Honour, and the old Apology of wishing it was better for his sake: The Maid, silly Girl! came and asked her Master if he pleased to have his Dumpling; he would have chid her, but the D —— n mollified him, insisting at the same Time, upon the Introduction of Dumpling, which accordingly was done. Dumpling gave Cause of Conversation, but not till it was eat; for the Reader must understand, that both the Gentlemen play a good Knife and Fork, and are too mannerly to talk with their Mouths full. The Dumpling eat, as I said before, the D —— n drank to the Bookseller, the Bookseller to the Author, and with an obsequious Smile, seem’d to say ah! Dear Doctor, you have been a Friend to my Predecessor, can you do nothing for me? The D—n took the Hint, and after a profound Contemplation, cry’d, Why ay—Dumpling will do—put viii me in Mind of Dumpling anon, but not a Word more at present, and good Reason why, Dinner was coming in. So they past the rest of the Meal with great Silence and Application, and no doubt dined well. Far otherwise was it with me that Day: I remember to my Sorrow, I had a Hogs Maw, without Salt or Mustard; having at that Time, Credit with the Pork-Woman, but not with the Chandler: Times are since mended, Amen to the Continuance!

The D —— n, having eat and drank plentifully, began his usual Pleasantries, and made the Bookseller measure his Ears with his Mouth; nay, burst his Sides with Laughter; however, he found Interval enough to remind the D —— n of Dumpling, who asked him if he had a quick Hand at Writing: he excused himself, being naturally as Lazy as the other was Indolent, so they contrived to ease themselves by sending for a Hackney Writer ix C out of Temple Lane to be the D—’s Amanuensis , while he and his new Acquaintance crack’d t’other Bottle.

This Account may be depended upon, because I had it from the Man himself, who scorns to tell a Lye.

To be short, my Friend had the worst of it, being kept to hard Writing, without Drinking (Churls that they were) about three Hours; in which Time the Dissertation was finished, that is to say, from Page 1. to Page 25. the rest might probably be done at some other leisure Time, to fill up the Chinks, but of that he knows nothing; sufficient is it that the D —— n was the Author. Proceed we now to the other Discoveries, by drawing the Veil from before the Book it self.

Shall begin with his Motto, which says, What is better than a Pudding? The Body owns its Power, the Mind, its Delicacy; it will give Youth to grey Hairs, and Life to the most Desponding: Therefore are 12 Pudding Eaters of great Use in State Affairs.

This Quotation is of a Piece with his Motto to the Tale of a Tub, and other Writings; altogether Fictitious and Drole: he adds to the Jest, by putting an Air of Authority or genuine Quotation from some great Author; when alas! the whole is mere Farce and Invention.

The Dedication is one continued Sneer upon Authors, and their Patrons, and seems to carry a Glance of Derision towards Men of Quality in General; by setting a Cook above them, as a more useful Member in a body Politick. Some will have this Braund , to be Sir ****, others Sir ****, others Sir ****; but I take it to be more Railery than Mystery, and that Mr. Braund , at the Rummer in Queen-street , is the Person; who having pleas’d the Author in two or three Entertainments, he, with a View truly Epicurean , constitutes him 13 his Mæcenas ; as being more agreeable to him than a whole Circle of Stars and Garters, of what Colour or Denomination soever.

In his Tale of a Tub, he has a fling at Dependance, and Attendance, where he talks of a Body worn out with Poxes ill cured, and Shooes with Dependance, and Attendance. Not having the Book by me, I am forced to quote at Random, but I hope the courteous Reader will bear me out. He complains of it again in this Treatise, and makes a Complement to Mr. Austin , Mr. Braund ’s late Servant; who keeps the Braund ’s Head in New Bond-street , near Hanover-Square ; a House of great Elegance, and where he used frequently to dine.

The Distinction of Brand , Braund , and Barnes , is a Banter on Criticks, and Genealogists, who make such a Pother about the Orthography of Names and Things, that many Times, three Parts in four of a Folio Treatise, 14 is taken up in ascertaining the Propriety of a Syllable, by which Means the Reader is left undetermined; having nothing but the various Readings on a single Word, and that probably, of small Importance.

I heartily wish some of these Glossographists would oblige the World with a Folio Treatise or two, on the Word Rabbet: We shall then know whether it is to be spelt with an e , or an i . For, to the Shame of the English Tongue and this learned Age, our most eminent Physicians, Surgeons, Anatomists and Men Midwives, have all been to seek in this Affair.

And some of these great Wits, have such short Memories, that they 15 spell it both Ways in one and the same Page.

The Master-Key to this Mystery, is the Explanation of its Terms; for Example, by Dumpling is meant a Place, or any other Reward or Encouragement. A Pudding signifies a P —— t, and sometimes a C —— tee. A Dumpling Eater , is a Dependant on the Court, or, in a Word, any one who will rather pocket an Affront than be angry at a Tip in Time. A Cook is a Minister of State. The Epicurean and Peripatetic Sects, are the two Parties of Whigg and Tory , who both are greedy enough of Dumpling.

The Author cannot forbear his old Sneer upon Foreigners, but says, in his 1st Page , “That finding it a Land of Plenty, they wisely resolved never to go home again,” and in his 2d , “Nay, so zealous are they in the Cause of Bacchus , that one of the Chief among them, made a Vow never to say his Prayers till he has a 16 Tavern of his own in every Street in London , and in every Market-Town in England ”: If he does not mean Sir J —— T —— I know not who he means.

By the Invention of Eggs , Page 4. is meant Perquisites. “He cannot conclude a Paragraph in his 5th Page , without owning he received that important Part of the History of Pudding, from old Mr. Lawrence of Wilsden Green , the greatest Antiquary of the present Age.”

This old Lawrence is a great Favourite of the D—s; he is a facetious farmer, of above eighty Years of Age, now living at Wilsden Green , near Kilburn in Middlesex , the most rural Place I ever saw: exactly like the Wilds of Ireland . It was here the D—n often retired incog. to amuse himself with the Simplicity of the Place and People; where he got together all that Rigmayroll of Childrens talk, which composes his Namby Pamby . Old Lawrence 17 D told me, the D—n has sate several Hours together to see the Children play, with the greatest Pleasure in Life: The rest he learned from the old Nurses thereabouts, of which there are a great many, with whom he would go and smoke a Pipe frequently, and cordially; not in his Clergyman’s Habit, but in a black Suit of Cloth Clothes, and without a Rose in his Hat: Which made them conclude him to be a Presbyterian Parson.

This Mention of old Lawrence , is in Ridicule to a certain great Artist, who wrote a Treatise upon the Word Connoisseur (or a Knower) and confesses himself to have been many Years at a loss for a Word to express the Action of Knowing, till the great Mr. Prior gave him Ease, by furnishing him with the Word Connoissance . Our D—n had drawn a Drole, Parallel to this, viz. Boudineur , a Pudding Pyeman; and Boudinance , the making of 18 Pudding Pies: But several Men of Quality begging it off, it was, at their Request, scratch’d out, but my Friend, the Amanuensis , remembers particularly its being originally inserted.

If the Reader should ask, Who is that K— John mentioned in the fourth Page , and which I ought to have taken in its Place. I beg leave to inform him, that by K. John is meant the late Q. —— , with whom the D— of M —— was many Years in such great Favour, that he was nick named K. John ; it was in that Part of the Q—’s Reign, that Sir John Pudding, by whom is meant **** you know who , came in Favour; it is true, the Name is odd, and seems to carry an Air of Ridicule with it, but the Character given him by this allegorical Writer, is that of an able Statesman, and an honest Man.

And here, begging Mr. D—n’s Pardon, I cannot but think his Wit has out run his Judgment; for he puts 19 D2 the Cart before the Horse, and begins at the latter Part of Sir **** Administration: But this might be owing to too plentiful a Dinner, and too much of the Creature. Be that as it will, I must follow my Copy, and explain it as it lies. Proceed we therefore to the Dissertation, Page 6.

“But what rais’d our Hero most in the Esteem of this Pudding-eating Monarch, was his second Edition of Pudding, he being the first that ever invented the Art of broiling Puddings, which he did to such Perfection, and so much to the King’s liking (who had a mortal Aversion to cold Pudding) that he thereupon instituted him Knight of the Gridiron, and gave him a Gridiron of Gold, the Ensign of that Order; which he always wore as a Mark of his Sovereign’s Favour.”

If this does not mean the late Revival of an ancient Order of Knighthood, I never will unriddle Mystery 20 more: To prove which, we need but cross over to the next Page, where he tells us, “Sir John had always a Squire, who followed him, bearing a huge Pair of Spectacles to saddle his Honour’s Nose.” Diss. Page 7.

After this, he very severely runs upon those would-be Statesmen, who put themselves in Competition with his Favourite, Sir ****, with whom he became exceeding intimate, and almost inseperable, all the Time he was in England .

The Story of the Kit Cat Club, Dick Estcourt , and Jacob Tonson , is a mere Digression; and nothing more to the Purpose, than that we may imagine it came uppermost. He returns to his Subject in his 9th Page .

“Now it was Sir John ’s Method, every Sunday Morning, to give the Courtiers a Breakfast; which Breakfast was every Man his Dumpling, and Cup of Wine: For you must know, he was Yeoman of the 21 Wine-Cellar at the same Time.”

The Breakfast is Sir *** Levee, the Yeomanship of the Wine-Cellar, is the ***.

The Author of the Dissertation, is a very bad Chronologist; for at Page 10. we are obliged to go back to the former Reign, where we shall find the lubberly Abbots ( i. e. ) the High Church Priests, misrepresenting Sir John ’s Actions, and never let the Q —— alone, till poor Sir John was discarded.

“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 22 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 23 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! 24 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.

One would imagine the D—n had been at Sea, by his writing Catharping-Fashion, and dodging the Story sometimes Twenty-Years backwards, 25 E 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 27 E2 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.

In a Word, the whole Dissertation seems calculated to ingratiate the D—n in Sir **** Favour; he draws the Picture of an able and an honest Minister, painful in his Countries Service, and beloved by his Prince; yet oftentimes misrepresented and bely’d: Nay, sometimes on the Brink of Ruin, but always Conqueror. The Fears, the Jealousies, the Misrepresentations of an enraged and disappointed Party, give him no small Uneasiness to see the Ingratitude of some Men, the Folly of others, who shall believe black to be white, because prejudiced and designing Knaves alarm ’em with false Fears. We see every Action misconstrued, and Evil made out of Good; but as the best 29 Persons and Things are subject to Scandal and Ridicule; so have they the Pleasure of Triumphing in the Truth, which always will prevail.

I take the Allegory of this Dissertation to be partly Historical, partly Prophetical; the D—n seeming to have carried his View, not only to the present, but even, succeeding Times. He sets his Hero down at last in Peace, Plenty, and a happy Retirement, not unrelented by his Prince; his Honesty apparent, his Enemies baffled and confounded, and his Measures made the Standard of good Government; and a Pattern for all just Ministers to follow.

Thus, gentle Reader, have I, at the Expence of these poor Brains, crack’d this thick Shell, and given thee the Kernel. If any should object, and say this Exposition is a Contradiction to the D—n’s Principles; I assure such Objector, that the D—n is an errant Whig by Education, and Choice: He may indeed cajole the Tories 30 with a Belief that he is of their Party; but it is all a Joke, he is a Whig , and I know him to be so; Nay more, I can prove it, and defy him to contradict me; did he not just after his Arrival and Promotion in Ireland , writing to one of his intimate Friends in London , conclude his Letter in this Manner?

Thus Dear **** from all that has occur’d, you must conclude me a Tory in every Thing, but my Principle, which is yet as unmoved, as, that I am,

Yours, &c.

This Letter, his Tale of a Tub, and in a Word, all his Invectives against Enthusiasm and Priestcraft, plainly prove him to be no Tory ; and if his Intimacy, not only with Sir **** himself, but most of the prime Men in the Ministry, cannot prove him a Whig , I have no more to say.

FINIS .

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T he Author is Night and Day at Work (in order to get published before the Spaniards have raised the Siege of Gibraltar ) a Treatise, entituled, Truth brought to light, or D—n S —— t ’s Wilsden Prophecy unfolded ; being a full Explanation of a Prophetical Poem, called Namby Pamby , which, by most People, is taken for a Banter on an eminent Poet, now in Ireland ; when in Fact, it is a true Narrative of the Siege of Gibraltar , the Defeat of the Spaniards , and Success of the British Arms. The Author doubts not in this Attempt to give manifest Proof of his Abilities, and make it apparent to all Mankind, that he can see as clearly through a Milstone, as any other Person can through the best Optic Martial or Scarlet ever made; and that there is more in many Things, not taken Notice of, than the Generality of People are aware of.