his place as head of the family, and ever after wore her father's
old cap with the fine feather he had got from Peter for standing his
friend, which has likewise been worn with no small ostentation to
this day by all her successors, though declared enemies to Peter.
How Lady Bess and her physicians, being told of many defects and
imperfections in their new medley dispensatory, resolve on a further
alteration, to purge it from a great deal of Peter's trash that
still remained in it, but were prevented by her death. How she was
succeeded by a North-Country farmer {162a}, who pretended great
skill in the managing of farms, though he could never govern his own
poor little farm, nor yet this large new one after he got it. How
this new landlord, to show his valour and dexterity, fought against
enchanters, weeds, giants, and windmills, and claimed great honour
for his victories. How his successor, no wiser than he, occasioned
great disorders by the new methods he took to manage his farms. How
he attempted to establish in his Northern farm the same dispensatory
{162b} used in the Southern, but miscarried, because Jack's powders,
pills, salves, and plasters were there in great vogue.

How the author finds himself embarrassed for having introduced into
his history a new sect different from the three he had undertaken to
treat of; and how his inviolable respect to the sacred number three
obliges him to reduce these four, as he intends to do all other
things, to that number; and for that end to drop the former Martin
and to substitute in his place Lady Bess's institution, which is to
pass under the name of Martin in the sequel of this true history.
This weighty point being cleared, the author goes on and describes
mighty quarrels and squabbles between Jack and Martin; how sometimes
the one had the better and sometimes the other, to the great
desolation of both farms, till at last both sides concur to hang up