However, for peace sake, let us once admit, that _Griffins_ and _Red Lions_, are real things, and no fictions of the brain, as _Smeglesius_ hath evidently prov’d it, in what street or square, or lane, or alley, is the abovemention’d Mrs. _Rebecca Blackman_ to be found? Oh, cry you in _Shoe-lane_. Come Sir, _Shoe-lane_ is a fallacy which you must not pretend to put upon a man that has taken his own degrees, and writes himself _A. M._ don’t you know, that _dolus latet in universalibus_? Whatever lane people walk in they must certaintly wear out shoe-leather; and in whatever lane they wear out shoe-leather, that lane, in propriety of speech, deserves and may challenge the name of _Shoe-lane_; consequently then, every lane, not only in _London_, but in all his majesty’s dominions, where the subjects of _England_ walk, and wear out shoe-leather, may properly be call’d _Shoe-lane_. Judge then whether ever I shall be able to find out the true place where this widow lives by the equivocal description you have given of it. As for my _Major_, I defy you or any of your brethren in wicked parchment, to find out the least hole in it. My _Minor_ is as plain as the sun at noon-day; and you may as well run your head against a brick-wall, as pretend to attack it; and then the consequence must be good of course. I would take this opportunity to shew the falshood and vanity of the remaining part of your letter; but the bell-rings for supper: however, I shall take care to do it next post; at which time you may certainly expect to hear farther from _Your most humble servant_, Q. Z. ANSWER III.