This set the Mob a laughing, and sent every Man home in perfect good Humour, except _Trim_, who waddled very slowly off with that Kind of inflexible Gravity only to be equalled by one Animal in the whole Creation,—and surpassed by none, I am, SIR, Yours, &c. &c. FINIS. POSTSCRIPT. I have broke open my Letter to inform you, that I miss’d the Opportunity of sending it by the Messenger, who I expected would have called upon me in his Return through this Village to _York_, so it has laid a Week or ten Days by me. —I am not sorry for the Disappointment, because something has since happened, in Continuation of this Affair, which I am thereby enabled to transmit to you, all under one Trouble. When I finished the above Account, I thought (as did every Soul in the Parish) _Trim_ had met with so thorough a Rebuff from _John_ the Parish-Clerk and the Town’s Folks, who all took against him, that _Trim_ would be glad to be quiet, and let the Matter rest. But, it seems, it is not half an Hour ago since _Trim_ sallied forth again; and, having borrowed a Sow-Gelder’s Horn, with hard Blowing he got the whole Town round him, and endeavoured to raise a Disturbance, and fight the whole Battle over again:—That he had been used in the last Fray worse than a Dog;—not by _John_ the Parish-Clerk,—for I shou’d not, quoth _Trim_, have valued him a Rush single Hands:—But all the Town sided with him, and twelve Men in Buckram set upon me all at once, and kept me in Play at Sword’s Point for three Hours together.—Besides, quoth Trim, there were two misbegotten Knaves in _Kendal Green_, who lay all the while in Ambush in _John_’s own House, and they all sixteen came upon my Back, and let drive at me together.—A Plague, says _Trim_, of all Cowards!—_Trim_ repeated this Story above a Dozen Times;—which made some of the Neighbours pity him, thinking the poor Fellow crack-brain’d, and that he actually believed what he said. After this _Trim_ dropp’d the Affair of the _Breeches_, and begun a fresh Dispute about the _Reading-Desk_, which I told you had occasioned some small Dispute between the _late_ Parson and _John_, some Years ago. This _Reading-Desk_, as you will observe, was but an Episode wove into the main Story by the Bye;—for the main Affair was the _Battle of the Breeches_ and _Great Watch-Coat_.—However, _Trim_ being at last driven out of these two Citadels,—he has seized hold, in his Retreat, of this _Reading-Desk_, with a View, as it seems, to take Shelter behind it.