other, which might possibly make the Press some amends for this Scribble
of mine; at least it would me, who should think my self very well
rewarded by it. For whatever Passion _de Cros_, or the _Advertiser_, or
any of those US's he speaks of in the beginning of his short Paper, may
have against the Author, I shall ever have as much Passion for his
Writings. And as for this of my own, I pretend to no more, than to be
forgiven by him and other Men, because it is my first Essay, and for
ought I yet know, it may be my last.

REFLECTIONS

UPON AN

ANSWER

TO THE

Letter from Mons. _De Cros_.

Pretended to be written by the Author
of the _Memoirs_.

* * * * *

By a Lover of Truth.

* * * * *

_LONDON:_

Printed for _Richard Baldwin_, near the
_Oxford-Arms_ in _Warwick-Lane_. 1693.

REFLECTIONS _upon an Answer to the Letter from Monsieur _De
Cros_. Pretended to be written by the Author of the _Memoirs_,
&c._

WHEN the foregoing Papers were finished, and just ready for the Press, I
was surprized to hear that Sir _W. T._ himself had thought fit (contrary
to what I had conjectured in the first pages of those) to take publick
notice of Mons _De Cros_'s Letter; That it was now just come out, and
crying about the Streets: Tho I had then several surmises that it might
be some Imposture, yet one could not well be more amazed than I was, at
a piece of News I had so little expected, and the contrary of which I
thought I had so well convinced both the world, and my self. Whatever I
expected from it, I was eager enough to get it, and to read it over: My
suspicion increased sufficiently, when I had not gone above ten Lines;
and when I had perused it, I found my self as much disappointed, as I
was by _De Cros_'s Letter; being throughly convinced it was a
Counterfeit, (tho a witty one, and perhaps an innocent one too.) For
this I found several undeniable Reasons, which I suppose any thinking
Reader could not but observe as well as I.

And first, I took notice of the _Exordium_ as a little too common and
thredbare for that Author; and imagined a worse Writer might have been
hard put to it, not to have found a better than, The _importunity of his
Friends_ for writing in his own defence. Besides, I thought the disguise
of it was something mean, and could not conceive why, if that Author ha