hat in the other. At the end of all is this
humorous little poem.

THE ECHO.

Now, Echo, on what's religion grounded?
_Round-head!_
Whose its professors most considerable?
_Rabble!_
How do these prove themselves to be the godly?
_Oddly!_
But they in life are known to be the holy,
_O lie!_
Who are these preachers, men or women-common?
_Common!_
Come they from any universitie?
_Citie!_
Do they not learning from their doctrine sever?
_Ever!_
Yet they pretend that they do edifie:
_O fie!_
What do you call it then, to fructify?
_Ay._
What church have they, and what pulpits?
_Pitts!_
But now in chambers the Conventicle;
_Tickle!_
The godly sisters shrewdly are belied.
_Bellied!_
The godly number then will soon transcend.
_End!_
As for the temples, they with zeal embrace them.
_Rase them!_
What do they make of bishop's hierarchy?
_Archie!_[117]
Are crosses, images, ornaments their scandall?
_All!_
Nor will they leave us many ceremonies.
_Monies!_
Must even religion down for satisfaction?
_Faction!_
How stand they affected to the government civil?
_Evil!_
But to the king they say they are most loyal.
_Lye all!_
Then God keep King and State from these same men.
_Amen_!

ORTHOGRAPHY OF PROPER NAMES.

We are often perplexed to decide how the names of some of our eminent
men ought to be written; and we find that they are even now written
diversely. The truth is, that our orthography was so long unsettled
among us, t