Farmer fell asleep; when young _Hardyman_ retir'd into
his Chamber, where, after a Turn or two, he writ as follows to his
Mistress's Brother, whose Name he knew not; and therefore the Billet is
not superscrib'd.

_SIR,_

_You have done me an unpardonable Injury; and if you are a
Gentleman, as you seem, you will give me Satisfaction within this
Hour at the Place whither this Messenger shall lead you. Bring
nothing with you but your Sword and your Servant, as I with mine,
to take Care of him that falls.--'Till I see you, I am your
Servant, &c._

An Hour before Supper, his kind Host wak'd, and they eat heartily
together that Night, but did not drink so plentifully as they had since
their first Meeting; young _Hardyman_ telling him, that he was oblig'd
to be mounted at the fore-mention'd Morning, in order to persue his
Journey; and that, in the mean Time, he desir'd the Favour of him to let
one of his Servants carry a Letter from him, to one that was then at the
young Lady _Constance's_: To which t'other readily agreed. The young
Gentleman then made him a Present of a Tobacco-Box, with the Head of
King _Charles_ the First on the Lid, and his Arms on the Bottom in
Silver; which was very acceptable to him, for he was a great Loyalist,
tho' it was in the Height of _Oliver's Usurpation_. About four a-Clock
in the Morning, as our jealous Lover had order'd him, one of the
Servants came to him for the Letter; with which he receiv'd these
Instructions, that he should deliver that Note into the Gentleman's own
Hand, who came to the Lady _Constance's_ the Night before the last. That
he should shew that Gentleman to the Field where young _Hardyman_,
should deliver the Note to the Servant, which was just a Mile from
either House; or that he should bring an Answer to the Note from that
Gentleman. The Fellow was a good Scholar, tho' he could neither read nor
write. For he learn'd his Lesson perfectly well, and repeated it
punctually to _Lewis Constance_; who was strangely surpriz'd at what he
found in the Billet. He ask'd the Messenger if he knew his Name that
sent it; or if he were a Gentleman? Nay (Mass, quoth the Fellow)
I warrant he's a Gentleman; for he has given me nine good Shillings
here, for coming but hither to you; but for his Name, you may e'en name
it as well as I--He has got one to wait a top of him almost as fine as
himself, zure. The surpriz'd Traveller jump'd out of his Bed, slipt on
his Gown, and call