This, Mr. _Haines_, is all we have to communicate to you at present, so we conclude, with subscribing ourselves, _Your most humble Servants_, Sebastian Freeman, _Registrarius, Nomine Societatis_. _From_ Will_’s in_ Covent-Garden, Jan. 10. 1701. SCARRON _to_ LEWIS _le_ GRAND. _By Mr._ BROWN. All the conversation of this lower world, at present, runs upon you; and the devil a word we can hear in any of our coffee-houses, but what his _Gallic_ Majesty is more or less concern’d in. ’Tis agreed on by all our _Virtuosos_, that since the days of _Dioclesian_, no prince has been so great a benefactor to hell as your self; and as much a matter of eloquence as I was once thought to be at _Paris_, I want words to tell you, how much you are commended here for so heroically trampling under foot the treaty of _Reswick_, and opening a new scene of war in your great _climateric_, at which age most of the princes before you were such recreants, as to think of making up their scores with heaven, and leaving their neighbours in peace. But you, they say, are above such sordid precedents, and rather than _Pluto_ should want men to people his dominions, are willing to spare him half a million of your own subjects, and that at a juncture too, when you are not overstock’d with them. This has gain’d you an universal applause in these regions; the three _Furies_ sing your praises in every street; _Bellona_ swears there’s never a prince in _Christendom_ worth hanging besides your self; and _Charon_ bustles for you in all companies: he desir’d me, about a week ago, to present his most humble respects to you; adding, that if it had not been for your majesty, he, with his wife and children, must long ago been quarter’d upon the parish; for which reason he duly drinks your health every morning in a cup of cold _Styx_ next his conscience.