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 I perceive there is one particular card in the pack you have not explained to me.

J. What is that my Lord?

N. Jack, when you were huffling the cards, you pat from the Queen to the ten and laid by the Knave, doth it put you in mind of nothing?

J. That is right, my Lord I had like to have forgot, when I look upon the Knave, it puts me in mind of your Lordship——

N. What villain, do you count me a Knave before my face?

J. No my Lord, you miapprehend me, I mean your Lordhip’s informer.

N. If o Jack, I freely forgive you; ’tis pretty well turned.

On which the Nobleman was o well pleaed with the ready turns of wit and humour which he found in Jack, that he preferr’d him to the highet place in his ervice, doubled his wages, and dicharged the informer, who oon after died, and the following Epitaph was et over his grave.

TAY, Reader, and pis here, for it is aid,

Under this tone a ly informer's laid,

If Heav'n be pleas'd, when Mortals ceae to in;

If Hell be pleas'd, when Villains enter in;

Or Earth be pleas'd, when it entombs a Knave,

Sure all are pleas'd—the Rogue is in his grave.