To the EDITOR of the PUBLIC ADVERTISER.
MR. PRINTER, I call upon all the Privy Council, Charles Jenkinson, Mr. Bond, and the Lord Mayor of London, to protect my person from the Popish Spies set over me by the Cabinet of William Pitt.—On Thursday ult. having read the Ode of my friend, Sir Richard, in a print amicable to my Protestant Brethren, and approving it, I accordingly visited that pious Baronet, who, if called on, will verify the same.—I then told Sir Richard what I now repeat, that George the Third ought to send away all Papist Ambassadors.——I joined Sir Richard, Lady Hill, and her cousin, in an excellent hymn, turned from the 1st of Matthew, by Sir Richard.—I hereby recommend it to the eighty Societies of Protestants in Glasgow, knowing it to be sound orthodox truth; for that purpose, Mr. Woodfall, I now entrust it to your special care, conjuring you to print it, as you hope to be saved.
Salmon begat Booz—
Booz begat Obed—
Obed begat Jesse, so as
Jesse begat David.
AMEN.
And I am, Sir,
Your humble Servant,
GEO. GORDON.
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Testimony in Favour of MAJOR JOHN SCOTT’s Poetical Talents.
WARREN HASTINGS, Esq.
In an Extract from a private Letter to a Great Personage.
“I trust, therefore, that the rough diamonds will meet with your favourable construction. They will be delivered by my excellent friend, Major John Scott, who, in obedience to my orders, has taken a seat in Parliament, and published sundry tracts on my integrity. I can venture to recommend him as an impenetrable arguer, no man’s propositions flowing in a more deleterious stream; no man’s expressions so little hanging on the thread of opinion.—He has it in command to compose the best and most magnificent Ode on your Majesty’s birthday.