rain I find a refreshment by it; for you must know that when I was living, I was very thirsty in my nature, and abounded in adust cholerick humours. I believe, Sir, you might have writ to a thousand and a thousand dead men, who would never have given themselves the trouble to answer your letters, or have been so communicative of their secrets as you have found me; but, Sir, I scorn to act under-board. And if this don’t satisfy all your doubts, I can only wish I had you here with me, to give you farther conviction. And now Sir, let me desire you to put your hand to your heart, and consider calmly and sedately with yourself, whether it be not illegal as well as barbarous, to disturb the repose of the dead, and persecute them in their very graves? You that are so full of your _Cases_ and your _Precedents_, tell me what _Case_ or _Precedent_ you can alledge to justify so unrighteous a _Procedure_? Is it not a known maxim in law, that death puts a stop to all _Processes_ whatsoever, and that when a man has once paid the great debt of nature, he has compounded for all the rest? How then can you make me amends for the injuries you have done me, and the great charges you have put me to? For upon the faith and honour of a dead man, the very passage of your letters to this subterranean world, has cost me above five pounds, the pretended sum you charge me with. However, if Heaven will forgive you, for my part I do; and to show you, that after so many horrid provocations I am still in charity with you, I remain, _Your defunct Friend and Servant_, Q. Z. Feb. 5. _From the_ Elysian-Fields. P. S. _All the news that I can send you from this part of the world, is, that we are troubled with none of your pofession here, which is no small part of our happiness, I assure you; and, upon a strict enquiry, I find, that not one_ Attorney _for these 1500 years, has been so impudent, as to give St._ Peter _the trouble of using his keys_. The End of the _Letters_ from the DEAD to the LIVING. Dialogues of the DEAD. In Imitation of _LUCIAN_. The Scene HELL. _The Trial of_ CUCKOLDS. _Lucifer._ Hold! porter, shut the gates of this our angust court, that we may not be thus throng’d. Let no more come in, ’till we have clear’d the bench of these numbers we have before us already. _Porter._ Mighty emperor, your commands shall be obey’d.