amble along with him: But this being too late to be prevented now,
I return to him once more.

_My Lord 'tis not my Design_ (cries Monsieur _de Cros_, p. 13.) _to
write you a Letter full of Invectives against Sir_ W. T. Now if that
were not his Design, he would very much oblige the World to let them
know at his first Convenience what it was. _Neither shall I descend
into the Particulars of his Conduct._ A wonderful great Favour! and
Sir. _W. T._ to show he is resolved not to be behind-hand with him in
Courtesie, promises by way of requital, never to trouble himself with
the Particulars of his. _I shall say no more at present than what is
barely necessary to convince your Lordship and all the World, that I
have the means in my hands to revenge my self abundantly for the
injuries he has done me._ To return a full Answer to this last period,
we need only put him in mind of the Proverb, _Canes timidi vehementius
latrant quam mordent_, and much good may it do him.

The next Paragraph carries a very mournful Mien with it; for there he
complains that Sir _W. T._ set upon him first, that he writes with a
Spirit of Vengeance, that he suffers himself to be transported with
ungovernable Heats like a Man who fancies he is touch'd to the Quick:
But now mind what follows, _As for my self_ p. 13. _I protest to you
My Lord, that I write_ de Sang Froid _in cold Blood_. How consistent
Writing in cold Blood and a hot Head is, I leave it to Monsieur _de
Cros_ to determine at his Leisure. In the mean time an inconsidering
Man who sees such sort of Stuff so often repeated would imagine that
our _Letter-writer_ had all the Meekness of a Primitive Saint, and
carried no such thing as a Gall about him; when 'tis plain, we may say
the same thing of his Gall, what some Physicians have observed of the
Liver in a vitiated Constitution, _crescente Liene decrescit reliquum
Corpus_; and that his has increased at the Expence of the rest of his
Body.

To be fully satisfied of the Truth of this, let us examine what
follows next. _'Tis true_, says Monsieur _du Cros_, p. 14. _that Sir_
W. T. _has glittered for some time, but then he borrowed all his
Lustre principally from the Protection of a certain Noble-Man whom at
last he betray'd, and of whom he makes insolent mention in his
Memoirs, and that with the blackest Ingratitude that may be_. This is
a very severe Charge, if it could be made out: But neither did Sir _W.
T._ derive all his Lustre from my Lo