The same vein of truth and sincerity shines through the whole Letter, and the Author's Ingenuity is at the old pitch in what he pretends to rake out of the _Memoirs_ concerning several Persons in great Employments; as the D. of _Lauderdale_, the present E. of _Rochester_, Sir _Joseph Williamson_, Sir _Lionel Jenkins_, and Mons. _Beverning_. This _Conjurer_, in all he says of them, seems resolved to raise up the Spirits of the Dead, to joyn with those of the Living in the Quarrel with these _Memoirs_; and by such distorted Consequences, draws Characters of them, whereof there is no Apparition, but what he himself raises: So that the Characters he gives of these Persons by such false Deductions for Sir _W. T_'s, may justly be said to be his own. But from all I have observed in this Letter, I have wonder'd at nothing so much, as that impudent Vanity in the Writer, who endeavours to make himself and the World believe, that these _Memoirs_ were intended chiefly against him, whose very name is hardly twice mentioned after these two Pages in the whole Book, which does not pretend to give Characters of Persons, but only to relate things that were done, or words that were said; And the way to have made an answer with any Justice, had been to have laid Exceptions either against the one, or the other, whereof there is not one word in all this _Answer without any Answer_. However, so ridiculous is this mans Insolence, that he begins his Letter thus, _I have been informed of the Calumnies that Sir _W. T._ hath caused to be printed against me_. And p. 7. _He set upon me first, he writes out of a Spirit of Revenge_, &c. The sensless Arrogance of which I cannot think of; but it remembers me of the Fly on the Chariot-wheel. For he would fain make it to have been a piece of Revenge against him, for having brought that Dispatch to the _Hague_; and yet he lays it much to heart, that in that Affair he should only take him for a _Messenger_. And this indeed is to make him a very reasonable person, and like a man, that when he receives a blow, grows angry with the Stone by which it is given. But by all I can observe in these _Memoirs_, I do not find any thing which bears the least resemblance of Anger or Spleen, much less of Revenge against Mons. _de Cros_; but so far from it, that in the very Passage he lays most to heart, of the Kings calling him _Rogue_, the _Memoirs_ mention particularly, that His Majesty said it _pleasantly_, which he himself cannot forbear observing in his Letter.