P. S.—I

[see]

the

Examiner

[3]

threatens some observations upon you next week. What can you have done to share the wrath which has heretofore been principally expended upon the Prince? I

[presume]

all your Scribleri will be drawn up in battle array in defence of the modern Tonson—Mr. Bucke

[4]

, for instance. Send in my account to Bennet Street, as I wish to settle it before sailing.