GREAT NEWS FROM THE OLD-BAYLY, Mr. Car's Recantation. OR, The True Protestant Renegade, the Courantier turned Tory; in a Dialogue 'twixt Trueman, and Amsterdammer.  Tempora Mutantur etc. Amst. 
SO, that 'tis very true?  True. 
Yes, certainly true, Harry has draped his Whiggish Teeth and claws, cast his Skin, and has been new melted, and run into Tory Mould.  Amst. 
A brave true Protestant spark with all my Heart.  True. 
Nay he has quite cashiered all the Rabbi's of the Faction, Damns his Patrons, Raves like a Madman, and disclaims outrageously against the late Horrid contrivance against the KING and DUKE, curses all the Dissenters for their blundering Treasons; I tell thee that he is a rank, overgrown Tory.  Amst. 
Alack and alas aday, what! Our historical Courantier begin to be Toryfied? speramus meliora. Sure the Devil's in the Folk by way of recantation. Pox on'm, must a little Persecution, altar good solid Republican principles? A little Hanging Drawing, and Quartering, and unmerciful butcherly chopping off of Heads terrify our gigantic Scribbler, our Friday Atlas of Fanaticism? If it do, farewel our towering expections. But hang't, I can't believe thee upon my Soul, Trueman.  True. 
Confound your incredulity! What reason have you to distrust the reality of his conversion? Is Harry Care such a sullen, obstinate piece of Whiggism, such a sturdy Polish Oak, to break rather than bow? Don't be mistaken. Self preservation is a principle founded in us by nature, and if a man does not follow those dictates, he may be Felo de se, and then he may be denied the benefit of his Clergy. No no, Harry's a better Politician, than so. Upon the word of an honest Gentleman, Harry's turned a violent Anti-Republican, and rails desperately against this late Fanatical Conspiracy.  Amst. 
Well! don't be angry if I speak a blunt word, and pronounce it a damned lie. What Harry rail at PLOTS? It can't be. If any man or woman, of what Size, Age or complexion, speaks more favourably of this matter, puts kinder inter pretations on it, and more slyly invalidates its Authority than himself, ●hen you'll probably convince me of somewhat.  True. 
Why, hark ye Mr. These are but, your own sentiments. Pray does he not cry? Fiat justitia, wipes his hands in Innocency, thanks God that he is neither Plotter, nor Traitor, and blesses the Almighty for the happy deliverance from both those dreadful characters.  Amst. 
Yes! he thanks God that he is free himself (and I wish it may prove so) Why, there's not one passionate resentment, or real abhorrence of the thing, not one Thanksgiving word for his Majesty's escape from that impendent Mischief, that threatened him. No, no; he's as silent as Mouse in a loaf upon that topique.  True. 
Prithee, don't think he'll leap over Hedges, and Dicthes and run upon extravagancy's he'll do all things mildly.  Amst. 
He has been a mild fellow indeed, why if he be such a zealous pimping Proselyte, as you talk, he'd certainly use his talon of raillery another way, and damn all his former proceed.  True. 
That would be a piece of imprudence yet.  Amst. 
I● and a piece of Ingratitude into the bargain, the little sneaking Chitterling has been well paid for his weekly endeavours in the Cause, and he's a cowardly, Indigent fellow if he forsakes it.  True. 
No the Cause forsakes him, his Patron at Aldersgate and his Bloomsbury Benefactor are gone; and all the rest of the Worthy Patriots are like to swing, or be chopped off, and then what shall this Solicitor General, this Whiffler of a Courantier do to support his Rat-like Carcase?  Amst. 
He may like Judas een ' go and hang himself, for if he draws back, our Souls shall take no delight in him. The Puppy Monkey Face may do well enough yet had he his ancient vigour, and resolution; would he make use of down right blunt abuses (under the notions of Raillery) and consult Billingagate; Harry's Pen, and the women's Oyster spuds might prove two dangerous weapons yet.  True. 
So, I see what you'd be at; you'd have him run the risk of the Gallows, writ a no Protestant Plot, a 3d part of the Growth of Popery; you'd have him (I warrant ye) cast the odium of it on the Crape-Gownorum men (as his arch wit calls them) and fix the scandal on the Church.  Amst. 
Why, to speak freely to you, A little true Protestant Syrup (just upon the nick of my Lord russel's Speech) will support the Spirits of the languishing party. There be thousands that won't believe it; Ah! my Lord's Speech makes them groan louder than the Groaning-board itself. This dreadful apprehension of Popery encouraged, would do mighty things yet; the people are not so dejected as some imagine, the party is Numerous, and powerful.  True. 
Very likely, but Harry has eyes in's Head, and discovers the visible hand of Providence in defeating their accursed projects. Notwithstanding his former misearriages, he's resolved to hearken to conscience at last, and (with Mr. Settle) think it no disparagement to be honest after all.  Amst. 
Good God from whence should this squeamishness proceed? Harry a fellow (whom all the World thought an Atheist, and some thing worse if possible) boggle now at Conscience? Why, how often has he boldly checked the King and his Counsel? How often has he magnified the Ignoramus men, and called the men at the Loyal Feast, Dukes and Earls, etc. A parcel of beggarly fellows, whose Teeth watered at a piece of Venison? How often has he called the Orthodox Clergy Papists masqueradors? How often has he pleaded the Cause of the Conventiclers? In short, what was it, that Harry's  Pen dared not to undertake, and now talk of Conscience? O Tempora!  True. 
Here's a recapitulation of all Harry's excellency's with a vengeance. Why, what's this to the purpose? Is't a moral impossibility do you think, for a thumping knave to be honest at long run? there's another conversion, I must tell ye, than that of the Gallows. Harry's honesty proceeds from his own choice, not out of a principel of fear.  Amst. 
Hang him, out of choice; that's a shame I'm confident: He's a timorous fellow, and shrinks in his Horns, like a snail, when any danger approaches. Why can't he stand stiff and firm in all his former purposes, and resolutions? I thought the fellow had had courage enough to die a Martyr ' for the Holy Cause once, but I see now he hates both Whig, and Trimmer; he's afraid, in my Conscience of Justice Observator.  True. 
Well, you may discourage his generous Proceed as you please: But 'tis resolved, and Harry will be faithful in spite of detraction and a little obloquy and reproach. Harry won't swing upon a principle of generosity, and die with a lie in his Mouth to support the Faction; he's an Enemy to all Absolutions, denys any power from a Confessor either from Scotland or St. Omers. No he'll magnify God with a plain confession of his Offences, and save his Neck and reputation into the bargain.  Amst. 
Lord! what will be the consequence of all this? What shall we do if our friends (that have industriously drudged for us, now in those critical times of Trial and Persecution) leave us and forsake us?  True. 
Now to heighten your admiration, a friend of mine had it from Harry's own mouth that he'll infallibly put out his Narrative very suddenly, and expose all the intricate wind of this most elaborate and diabolical Plot, and what mysterious methods they look to carry on the design, though 'twill prove a very amazing business to ye, yet be not too violent upon the man. And to oblige the World I'm told, he'll write now his Packet of Advice from Geneva, not from Rome, and his Courant shall (instead of Popish principles) be stuffed with variety of sentences out of the Dissenters Say.  Amst. 
I'll tell ye next week, how our party resents this so unexpected alteration; and so farewell.   

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