You are angry with me, it seems, for quoting a few _Latin_ sentences; I am afraid ’tis the meaning of them, and not the language that disgusts you; for some people can’t endure to hear the truth told them in any tongue whatever: but, under favour, _Sir_, what mighty virtue should there be in the air of _Oxford_ and _Cambridge_, that _Latin_ should only flourish there? Or why should not _Tully_ take up his quarters in the _Inns_ of _Chancery_, as well as one of your _Colleges_? I am sure we can give him better meat and drink, and perhaps have cleaner and larger rooms to entertain him. _Non obtusa adeo gestamus pectora_ POENI, _Nec tam aversus equoss TYRIA sol jungit ab urbe_. The meaning of these two verses are, (for why should not I interpret my _Latin_ to you, as well as you have taken the freedom to explain your’s to me?) that _London_ is not so barbarous and unpolish’d a place, but that _Apollo_, and the nine _Muses_ may find as hospitable a reception there, as with you in the university. But, _Sir_, I have no time to lose, tho’ you have. The widow is pressing for her money, the _Term_ draws on apace, and I must know your answer one way or other. Therefore let me desire you in your next, not to ramble from the point in hand, but to keep to the text. Once in your life take _Martial_’s advice, _Dic aliquid de tribus capellis_; here’s _Latin_ for you again; but the advice is good and seasonable. Once more leave off flourishing and come immediately to business, that I may know what measures to take. _I am, Yours, as you use me_, W.H. ANSWER II. _SIR_, You charge me with want of manners in the _University_. Now to convince you that your accusation is groundless, frivolous and vexatious, I will take no notice of the scurrilous reflections in your letter, but, as you desire me, fall immediately to business. To sum them up in a few lines what you have bestow’d so many upon, you tell me that a certain gentleman of my acquaintance, meaning myself, I suppose, whom in your excess of charity, you believe to have a looking-glass in his chamber, and a great deal of the like stuff, borrow’d five pounds last _April_ of one _Rebecca Blackman_, widow, and spinster, living at the sign of the _Griffin_ and _Red-lion_ in _Shoe-lane_, and has not paid her as he promis’d. Now, _Sir_, if I make it appear to you that there is no such a thing as a widow _in rerum natura_, or a _Griffin_, or a _Red-lion_; that _Shoe-lane_ is an equivocal word; and that ’tis impossible for a man that lives under the evangelical dispensation to owe any such _heathenish sum_ as five pounds; I hope you’ll be brought to knock under the table, and own that you have given me and yourself a great deal of unnecessary trouble.