'Why yes, Mr. Trevor; that is what I mean. You are a young man. I don't know you, but you come recommended to me, by my very learned friends. You have not the cares of the church to trouble you, and so you fill up your idle time with writing.'--'My lord!'--'Nay, Mr. Trevor, you write very prettily. I could write too, but I have not time. I never had time. I had aways a deal of business on my hands: persons of distinction to visit, when I was young, and to take care not to disoblige. That is a main point of prudence, Mr. Trevor; never disoblige your superiors. But I dare say you have more sense: and so, if that be the case, why you will make friends, as I did. I will be one of them; and I will recommend you, Mr. Trevor, and introduce you, and every thing may be to the satisfaction of all parties.'-- 'Well, but how, my lord?' 'Why you have written a defence of the articles: now do you wish to make a friend?'--'I wish for the friendship of all good men, my lord.'--'That is right! To be sure! And you can keep a secret?'--'I have proved that I can, my lord.'--'Why that is right! And perhaps you would be glad to see your defence in print?'--'I should, my lord.'--'Why that is right! And, if it would serve a friend to put another name to the work--?'--'My lord!' 'Nay, if you have any objection, I shall say no more!' 'I do not comprehend your lordship?'--'A work, Mr. Trevor, would not sell the worse, or be less read, or less famous, for having a dignified name in the title-page.'--'Your lordship's, for example?'--'Nay, I did not say that! But, if you are a prudent young man, and should have no objection?'--'I find I am not the man your lordship has supposed!--'Nay!'--'I will be no participator in falsehood, private or public!'--'Falsehood, Sir! What interpretation are you putting upon my words? I thought you had been a prudent young man, Mr. Trevor! I was willing to have been your friend! But I have done!'--'My lord, I must be free enough to declare, I neither understand the friendship nor the morality of the proposition.'--'Sir! morality! Is that language, Sir? Morality! I am sorry I have been deceived!'--'I have been equally so, my lord, and am equally sorry! I wish your lordship a good morning.' Away I came, and in my vexation totally forgot to redemand my manuscript. I recollected it however while within sight of the door, and turned back. I knocked, asked for his lordship, and was told he was not at home! This profligate impudence exceeded belief, and my choler became ungovernable. 'His lordship,' exclaimed I to the footman, 'is a disgrace to the bench on which he sits!' The footman thrust the door in my face, and epithets then burst from me, that were a disgrace to myself.