For these and some other such trivial Reasons, I must profess, I cannot joyn heartily with the _Criticks_ in this last Objection; but shall be very glad to joyn with the Advertiser in believing, or at least in wishing, that Sir _W. T._ would be prevailed with by the Letter, or this Advertisement, to take some notice himself either of the one, or the other, which might possibly make the Press some amends for this Scribble of mine; at least it would me, who should think my self very well rewarded by it. For whatever Passion _de Cros_, or the _Advertiser_, or any of those US's he speaks of in the beginning of his short Paper, may have against the Author, I shall ever have as much Passion for his Writings. And as for this of my own, I pretend to no more, than to be forgiven by him and other Men, because it is my first Essay, and for ought I yet know, it may be my last. REFLECTIONS UPON AN ANSWER TO THE Letter from Mons. _De Cros_. Pretended to be written by the Author of the _Memoirs_. * * * * * By a Lover of Truth. * * * * * _LONDON:_ Printed for _Richard Baldwin_, near the _Oxford-Arms_ in _Warwick-Lane_. 1693. REFLECTIONS _upon an Answer to the Letter from Monsieur _De Cros_. Pretended to be written by the Author of the _Memoirs_, &c._ WHEN the foregoing Papers were finished, and just ready for the Press, I was surprized to hear that Sir _W. T._ himself had thought fit (contrary to what I had conjectured in the first pages of those) to take publick notice of Mons _De Cros_'s Letter; That it was now just come out, and crying about the Streets: Tho I had then several surmises that it might be some Imposture, yet one could not well be more amazed than I was, at a piece of News I had so little expected, and the contrary of which I thought I had so well convinced both the world, and my self. Whatever I expected from it, I was eager enough to get it, and to read it over: My suspicion increased sufficiently, when I had not gone above ten Lines; and when I had perused it, I found my self as much disappointed, as I was by _De Cros_'s Letter; being throughly convinced it was a Counterfeit, (tho a witty one, and perhaps an innocent one too.) For this I found several undeniable Reasons, which I suppose any thinking Reader could not but observe as well as I. And first, I took notice of the _Exordium_ as a little too common and thredbare for that Author; and imagined a worse Writer might have been hard put to it, not to have found a better than, The _importunity of his Friends_ for writing in his own defence. Besides, I thought the disguise of it was something mean, and could not conceive why, if that Author had a mind to own it, he should chuse to do it in the _Third Person_, rather than the _First_.