fit, which his threatenings had occasioned, and unmercifully ordered a post-chaise. Stay I cannot, for money I have none, and credit I cannot get.----But I will make the monkey play with me at picquet upon the road for all I want. I am almost sure to beat him, and his debts of honour I know he will pay. Then who can tell but I may still come back and conquer Lady Packer? Sir, you need not print this last scheme, and, upon second thoughts, you may.--Oh, distraction! the post-chaise is at the door. Sir, publish what you will, only let it be printed without a name. [Footnote 39: A youth of frolicks, an old age of cards. POPE.] No. 16. SATURDAY, MAY 12, 1750. _----Torrens dicendi copia multis,_ _Et sua mortifera est facundia----_ JUV. Sat. x. 10. Some who the depths of eloquence have found, In that unnavigable stream were drown'd. DRYDEN. SIR, I am the modest young man whom you favoured with your advice, in a late paper; and, as I am very far from suspecting that you foresaw the numberless inconveniencies which I have, by following it, brought upon myself, I will lay my condition open before you, for you seem bound to extricate me from the perplexities in which your counsel, however innocent in the intention, has contributed to involve me. You told me, as you thought, to my comfort, that a writer might easily find means of introducing his genius to the world, for the _presses of England were open_. This I have now fatally experienced; the press is, indeed, open. _----Facilis descensus Averni,_ _Noctes atque dies patet atri janua Ditis._ VIRG. Æn. lib. vi. 126. The gates of hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way. DRYDEN.