But what hast thou, thou serpent here, to do with love benign?
"Tremble and flee,'tis done. The seals are burst—the vials pour and end thy destiny.
"These are a small part of the thoughts of the judgments of God pronounced on Satan," concludes the writer, who is a gentleman of vast respectability.
One of her books has the title printed on the last page, because it was ordered that the book should contain neither more nor less than forty-eight pages. Another has a seal in the middle of it, bearing the letters J. C.—the J., it is said, being meant for Jesus and Joanna!!
LETTER LXXI.
The Coxcomb.—Fashionables.—Fops—Egyptian Fashions.—Dances.—Visiting.—Walkers.—The Fancy.—Agriculturists.—The Fat Ox.—The Royal Institution.—Metaphysics.
Whether the Coxcomb be an animal confined to Europe I know not, but in every country in Christendom he is to be found with the same generic character.
Pien di smorfiose grazie,
E mastro assai profondo