I receiv'd a letter from my friend _Maurice Johnson_, Esq; the founder, and secretary of the Literary Society of _Spalding_; which has now subsisted these 40 years. He acquaints me, that on _thursday_, 23d of _August_ last, an earthquake was very sensibly felt there, about seven o'clock in the morning; throughout the whole town and neighbourhood; and many miles round: but that it chiefly spread itself northward, and southward. He says, that for a fortnight before, the weather had been serene, mild, and calm. And one evening, there was a deep red _aurora australis_, covering the cope of heaven, very terrible to behold. This same shock was felt at _Grantham_, _Stamford_, and _Milton_ by _Peterborough_; and generally at all the intermediate places: and from _Spalding_ it fled northward, along the sea shore, to _Boston_: thence up _Boston_ river, to _Lincoln_. Since then, I had a letter from Mr. Alderman _Taylor_ of _Stamford_, giving an account of another earthquake, that happen'd there, _september_ 30, at 36 minutes after twelve o'clock at noon. He describes it thus. They were suddenly surprised with an uncommon noise in the air, like the rolling of large carriages in the streets, for about 20 seconds. At the same instant they felt a great shake, or snap, as he calls it; insomuch that it sensibly shook a punch-bowl, which was in his parlour, and made it ring. He says, it was perceiv'd of most of the people of _Stamford_, who generally ran out of their houses. At _Oakham_ the chief town of _Rutland_, the congregation ran out of the church whilst the preacher was in the pulpit. All the towns round _Stamford_, were sensible of it: and at _Peterborough_, down to _Wisbech_.