render’d them suspected to the nation, and consequently useless to me. I wish you could direct me to some trusty _Jacobite_ in _England_, to distribute my bribes; for I find my own subjects unqualify’d for that office, and easily bubbled by the sharp mercenary _English_. However, I will not so much depend upon my _Lewis d’ors_, as to disband my armies, and lay up my fleets, as you and cardinal _Richlieu_ seem to counsel me to do. I suppose you have no other intelligence but the _London-Gazette_, else you would not entertain so despicable an opinion of my arms in _Italy_. I send you here enclos’d a collection of the _Gazettes_ printed this year in my good city of _Paris_, whereby you will find, upon a right computation, that the _Germans_ have lost ten men to one of the confederates. Pray fail not sending me by the next post, all the instructions you can think of, in relation to _England_: for tho’ you made more false steps in this world, than any of your predecessors; yet I find by your letter, you have wonderfully improv’d your politicks by the conversation of _Machiavel_ and _Richlieu_. I have communicated your letter to your dear spouse and beloved son, who cannot be perswaded to believe it came from you; not thinking it possible that so religious a man, whilst living, should turn libertine after his death: I cannot, with safety, comply to your desire of disabusing the world, concerning the miraculous cure pretended to be wrought by your body at the _Benedictines_ church. Such pious frauds being the main prop of the Popish religion; as this is of my sovereign authority. Your son may hope to be one day seated on your throne, not by turning Protestant (to which he is entirely averse, and which I shall be sure to prevent) but by the _superiority_ of my arms, and the _extensiveness_ of my _power_, after I shall have fix’d my son on the monarchy of _Spain_. Madam _Maintenon_ desires to be remembred to you, she writes by this post to Mr. _Scarron_, her former husband, to desire him to wait on you, and endeavour to divert your melancholy thoughts, by reading to you the third part of his comical romance, which we are inform’d he has lately written, for the entertainment of the dead. I remain as faithfully as ever, _Dear Royal Brother and Cousin, Your affectionate Friend_, LEWIS REX. _From_ JULIAN, _late Secretary to the_ MUSES, _to_ WILL. PIERRE _of_ Lincoln’s-Inn-Fields _Play-house. By another Hand._ _Pandæmonium the 8th of the month of_ Belzebub. _Worthy and Right Well-beloved_,