as

Will.

often insults us with the Knowledge of the Town, we sometimes take our Revenge upon him by our Knowledge

of

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Books.

He was last Week producing two or three Letters which he writ in his Youth to a Coquet Lady. The Raillery of them was natural, and well enough for a mere Man of the Town; but, very unluckily, several of the Words were wrong spelt.

Will.

laught this off at first as well as he could; but finding himself pushed on all sides, and especially by the

Templar