Sir John. If Wit, Eloquence, Politeness, Frankness and Integrity, could move a Dutchman, I should not doubt of that great Man’s Success; but as nothing but Self-interest can engage either his Heart or Attention, I fear his L——p won’t be able to persuade that selfish People to think it for their Interest to declare War against France and Spain at the critical Time that we are at Variance with those Crowns. We are to consider this Juncture as the Harvest Season of the Dutch. All the Markets we are shut out from by the War, are open to them by a Neutrality. But what I believe weighs not a little with them, is, that they dread embarking with us ever since they perceived that the Views of our Statesmen have tended more towards H——r than England. ’Tis that observable Bias to a Foreign Interest that will deter the States-General, if my Lord C—— does not succeed in his Embassy.

Broad. Perhaps they may conceive better Hopes from the new Administration.

Sir John. Perhaps they might, had the Administration been new. But as it is no more than an old Garment patch’d with new Cloth, I fear the Dutch will hardly alter their Plan on any Assurances such a motley M——y can give them. They may think, and perhaps too truly, that the same Measures will be follow’d, the same Interest be pursued, since the Majority, and the chief in Office of the A——n, are of the old Stamp. And they as truly may think, that neither Harmony nor Success can attend Counsels jarring between two different separate Interests. While the Interest of H——r clashes with that of England, we must neither expect Harmony with the Dutch, nor Success in our Wars.

Over. Nor in any thing else, I think. Would to God we could join that precious Manor to the Orcades, or send it adrift to Lapland or the North Cape.

Blunt. Since we can do neither, would to God our Statesmen would shew themselves to be Englishmen!

Over. Since we are got in the praying Strain, let us all pray that our new M——y, or at least those lately ingrafted upon the old, may not become as arrant H——ns as their grafted Predecessors, the late Deserters. Let us all say, Amen.

FINIS.