_Scar._ ’Tis very obliging, Monsieur _l’Abbé_: But your last paragraph has put an odd whim into my noddle. This place, as I told you before, is now call’d the wits coffee-house; none but authors are sent hither. What think you if we should join our heads together, and digest all your stories and intelligence into form; if we should compile a book of them, we could make it very diverting, having able men both for verse and prose, whose very names would give it the reputation of a faithful history, because the dead neither hoping nor fearing any thing from the living, cannot be suspected of flattery and partiality, as they justly were when in the world. _Furet._ I protest, a noble thought! The lives of the _Roman_ prelates will make a most curious history. We have a famous history of the _Roman_ emperors; and why should we not then have another of the _Roman_ prelates, since they as justly deserve to be transmitted to posterity? _Beau_ NORTON, _to his Brothers at_ HIPPOLLITO_’s in_ Covent-Garden. _By Captain_ AYLOFF. _Dearly beloved Brothers of the Orange-Butter-Box._ You will soon be satisfy’d what mighty changes we suffer by death; and that there is no two things at more distance from one another, than to be and not to be. You know how, _Roman_ like, I took pett, and dar’d to die! for time had bejaded me a little, and to renounce the tyranny of the fickle goddess, I was oblig’d to renounce your light. Since my arrival at the grim _Tartarian_ territories, I have received the usual compliments of the place; and tho’ the most accurate courtiers that ever was bred at _Versailles_, and all the wits of the most gallant courts in the universe, are here in whole shoals; yet to my great wonder and amazement, not one of them said a genteel thing to me. But with a strange familiar air, that favour’d much of our bear-garden friendship, some a hundred or two, hall’d me by the ears, and puffing out thick clouds of flaming sulphur, cry’d all with a hoarse and dismal voice, well, _Doily_, this was kindly done of thee, to take _pas avance_ of destiny, and shew the world, that no man need be miserable, but who is afraid to die.