THE Reflections you made upon my two last are so Just, so Profitable, and so Pleasant, that thro' them I see the Author's great Capacity, that can make so good use of such little things; and while I read, bless my kind Fate that made you my Friend, when the Good and Wise are so scarce; and wonder how so particular a Blessing came to be my Lot; which more than doubly satisfies for all I suffer'd by _Clarinda_'s falseness. I believe you think it strange I never mention'd her, in any of the Passages of my Life, since it was before many that I have told you of, that I knew and lov'd her: But I could not have Nam'd her without some Marks of kindness, that I either show'd, or receiv'd from her, which I would willingly forget, and cou'd not now speak of her, but when I put your Friendship in compensation with her Ingratitude. But since I am fall'n upon this Subject, I will let you know a little better than you do, the only Woman that I ever trusted, not with any Secret, for you see I then had none of consequence; but with my Love, and in that she betray'd me. Her Sister often told me, she was sorry to see so sincere a Friendship bestow'd upon one that knew so little how to Value it; that _Clarinda_ was the same to all, which she pretended to be only for me: That she was always fondest of her new acquaintance, and wou'd Sacrifice, or Ridicule the Old, the better to Caress 'em: But I knew there had been some Quarrels betwixt them, and therefore wou'd not believe it, till I found it too true; and then my partiality for her, chang'd into as great an Error on the other hand, for I involv'd the whole Sex in her Faults, and with _Aristotle_ (I hope one may condemn ones self with _Aristotle_) Repented that I had ever Trusted a Woman. I don't know whether I forgot I was one, or whither I had the Vanity to think my self more perfect than the rest; but I resolv'd none of the Sex was capable of Friendship; and continu'd in that Opinion till I knew _Ambrisia_, who (if one may judge by the Rule of Contraries, convinces me of injustice) for she is just _Clarinda_'s Antipodes. _Clarinda_ loves new Faces, and professes a particular kindness at first sight; _Ambrisia_ is a long time before she goes beyond Civility, and never does but to those whom she has well observ'd, and found 'em Worthy: _Clarinda_ will Rail at one Friend to engage another: _Ambrisia_ cant hear an innocent person, tho' her Enemy, accus'd without defending 'em: _Clarinda_ will be one day fond to extravagance, and the next as indifferent for the same person: _Ambrisia_ is always the same, and where once she loves, she never changes: _Clarinda_ is easily angry: _Ambrisia_ is perhaps too mild. _Clarinda_ has Wit indeed, but 'tis not temper'd by Judgment, so that it makes her often do, and say a hundred things that call her discretion in question: _Ambrisia_ has a Solid and piercing Judgment, one wou'd thing all she says was the Result of