to clear up with
our Author, and, during this Interval, he makes bold to acquaint his
Lordship, p. 8. _that he does by no means design in this Place to
examine Sir_ W. T's _Memoirs to the Bottom; No, he will take some
better Opportunity for that, and then, if God spares him with Life and
Health, he fairly promises him a Volume of Remarks, at least as big as
Sir_ W. T's _Book_. Those Persons that are never so little vers'd in
the true Character of Monsieur _de Cros_, need not be informed that he
promises mighty things, and performs just nothing at all. This unlucky
shifting off his Resentments to a fitter Occasion, (tho 'tis certain
he can never meet with a more proper one to unload himself of them)
looks like making Exceptions to the Ground when a man is to meet his
Adversary with his Sword in his Hand in the Field. In common Prudence
he ought to have acquitted one part of the Debt now, and then the
World would have been so civil as to have taken his Word for the
Payment of the rest. However let this terrible Day come as soon as it
will, Sir _W. T._ is under no Agonies at the thought of it: For let
our Monsieur scribble a Cart-load of Books if he pleases, 'tis a sad
but undeniable Truth, that 'tis in his Power to injure no man
breathing by them but only his Bookseller.

_Had I the Vanity like him_, says the modest, self-denying Monsieur
_de Cros_, p. 8. _to print my Memoirs in my Life-time, I have now a
very fair Pretence to do it._ Well, certainly there never dropt in
this World so unwary a Passage as this from the Pen of a Counsellor of
State and all that! For who will now be ever brought to believe that
Monsieur _de Cros_ is acquainted with the Intrigues of other People,
and consequently in a Capacity of writing Memoirs, who is a meer
Stranger at Home, and so utterly unacquainted with himself. _If I had
the Vanity_; No, never fear it, do but consult a certain thing called
a Looking-Glass every Morning, and thou mayst with a safe Conscience
say _good morrow_ to one of the compleatest Pieces of Vanity in the
Universe. But once more, _If I had the Vanity like him_, meaning Sir
_W. T._ What Occasion Monsieur _de Cros_ had to pubblish so unjust and
invidious a Calumny, no body can tell but himself; for had he
consulted either the Reverend Publisher's Epistle to the Reader, or
Sir _W. T._'s to his Son, or lastly maintained any manner of
Correspondence with his old Acquaintance in _England_, it had been
impossible for him