THE QUACK DOCTOR'S PRAYER!!

ILLUSTRIOUS shade of the renowned *Doçlor Rock*, still continue, I befeech thee, to pour down thy influence on the Endeavours of thy modern Representative, *Doçlor Botherem*; thou knowest the regular Gradations of the Profezion, from a Show Box at a Country Fair, to the luxury of a Chariot rattling down Pall-Mall; it would, therefore, be vain and idle to attempt Difguife before thy penetrating Wifdom.

I'm the Eyes of the Undifcerning, my miraculous *cure-all-able* Vegetable Drops, called *Never-failibus Infallialibus*, appear the Wonder of the prefent Age, the Ingredients are fuppoed to Iffue from the Laboratory of *ESCULAPIUS* himſelf beyond the Power of Mortal Analization; but thou well knowest how the World is deceived; to thee it appear nothing more than a Decoction of Beet-root, Lump-Sugar, Spring-Water, the beſt Coniac Brandy, and a Dafh of Hollands Gin.—Thou, alſo, knowest its great Reputation was firſt aquired by curing *Lady Dun-Dizzle* of Indigeflion, by throwing her into a temporary State of soothing Intoxication, ſince which Time the old Lady reſorts as regularly to her Drops, as her Dram Bottle.

To deceive thee is impoffible, thou knowest we are not infallible, but are all liable to little Accidents in the Exercife of our Calling, that are not altogether ſo pleafing on Reflection; but what grieves me moſt, is the Recollection of the ſudden Demife of *Alderman Marrowfat*, even on the firſt Experiment of my *Anti-Gorgean Pills*, and at the very Inſtant he was about to recommend their wonderful Effects to the Mayor, and the whole Body Corporate.

Yet notwithstanding the Sweets of the Profeſsion amply compenſates for the Bitters, therefore deign to continue to me my Carriages and Equipage, my Town and Country Refidence, and all other good Things of this Life, and thy humble Petitioner ſhall ever praeſe thee.

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