law, you know brother, is not so expensive, as it is captious in the main; not but that our industry does help it mightily to the one, if we find it to be the other. Now who should this _Caitiff_ be, but _Harry C----ff_ the attorney; and all his mighty business was to know how his laundress did; and if the maid got the better of her in the legacy he gave her for her last consolations. Before I could recollect the secret history of his amours, I was very courteously address’d by Mr. Common Serjeant _C----p_, who likewise in a florid stile, requested me to inform him, if any of his modern bawds, that so punctually attended him, had suffer’d any prejudice by his absence: He was mightily in doubt of their success, because experience had taught him, that _paupers_ in matters of law proceed but heavily; however, he could but wish them well, because that tho’ they were bad clients, he had always found them good procurators---- My lady _Tysiphone_ made a sumptuous entertainment, and the countess of _Clotho_ danc’d smartly; the king of _Spain_ resented mightily that so many _English_ were there, and had almost bred a quarrel; but _Don Sebastian_ king of _Portugal_, made up the matter, by declining the _Spanish_ faction, and said, it was highly unjust that the _English_ should be male-treated in their universal interest, because he was a fool, and the cardinal that made his will a knave, and the king of _France_ a tyrant. But the catastrophe of this fit of the spleen of the supercilious _Spaniard_ was comical enough; for in the crowd that was come together upon the notice of his heart-burning, who should stumble upon one another but _Godfrey Wood_---- the attorney, who you may remember (brother) was committed for saying to a certain lord chancellor, that he was his first maker; tho’ the truth of the matter was, their intimacy at play made him presume to beg the small favour of his lordship, to pass an unjust decree in favour of his client. Well, Sir, said the attorney to his lordship, now you are without your mace, I must tell you, that had not you invited me to supper the same day you sent me to the _Fleet_, I should have taken the freedom to have let you known, that in this king’s dominions we are all equal. I left ’em hard at all-fours for a quart of _Acheron_, where they bite their nails like mad, and divert others with their passion and concern---- But the postillion is mounting, and I must defer the rest of my adventurers to the next opportunity. _The End of the first Part._ [Illustration] LETTERS FROM THE DEAD _to the_ LIVING. PART II. _A Letter from Seignior_ GIUSIPPE HANESIO, _High-German Doctor and Astrologer in_ Brandinopolis, _to his Friends at_ WILL_’s Coffee-House in_ Covent-Garden. _By Mr._ THO. BROWN. _Gentlemen_,