The story certainly seem'd surprizing at first; and being, I confess, a little superstitious, I suspected my Divine was none of the over-righteous, and that either a spirit, or his conscience, frighted him. But the matter was soon clear'd up, by the receipt of the following letter, which came to my hands about five days after the other.
Mr. Sir,
I forgot your name, and so got a friend to direct this to you. I am told you are a useful man, that you publish all you receive, and believe all you publish. Now, if you can swallow this, you will any thing; though I'll be dd if it is not true. Last Thursday our hounds started a hare so suddenly, whilst we were chatting and lolling carelessly, that, by G—, my horse, who pulls like the devil, was off with me in a jiffey. As ill luck would have it, the curb broke, and he ran straight on for the cliffs above the Scar. I was in a hell of a stew, but stuck fast,
