My next Letter comes from a Correspondent whom I cannot but very much value, upon the Account which she gives of her self.
Mr. Spectator,
I am happily arrived at a State of Tranquillity, which few People envy, I mean that of an old Maid; therefore being wholly unconcerned in all that Medley of Follies which our Sex is apt to contract from their silly Fondness of yours, I read your Railleries on us without Provocation. I can say with Hamlet,Therefore, dear Sir, as you never spare your own Sex, do not be afraid of reproving what is ridiculous in ours, and you will oblige at least one Woman, who is—Man delights not me,
Nor Woman neither—
Your humble Servant,
Susannah Frost.
Mr. Spectator,
[I] am Wife to a Clergyman, and cannot help thinking that in your Tenth or Tithe-Character of Womankind[1] you meant my self, therefore I have no Quarrel against you for the other Nine Characters.
Your humble Servant,
A.B.
—Man delights not me,
Nor Woman neither—
X.
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