 have seen him there with some Circumstances in Regard to the Course of his Travels, which were entirely new to me.
Such a Day arrived in England, Sir T— R—, commonly known by the Name of the rough riding, or Thorough-bred Baronet, from his Travels to the Country of the Houyhnhnms. He is said to be much improved by this Expedition, and has brought over with him a fine Houyhnhnm Stallion, with two Yahoos to look after it. He is the second European that ever

visited those Parts, and is reported to have detected many Errors in Captain Lemuel Gulliver's Account, which it is hoped he will soon favour the Public with.

A few Days afterwards appears the following Paragraph.
We are sorry to inform the Public of the Death of one of the Animals called Yahoos, lately imported by a certain Rugg—ed Baronet, which happened on Wednesday last.
It was occasioned a Correspondent informs us, by the following Accident. The Animal it seems having some Time before been very refractory, and having even killed a Servant who attempted to chastise him, was obliged to be

closely confined. On Wednesday Morning however, his Keepers unchained him, and having as they thought sufficiently secured him with Ropes, put him into a Cart in Order to remove him; when unluckily the Rope about his Neck having a slip Knot to it, entangled with a Post not far from the Oxford Road Turnpike, and instantly strangled him. Dr. H-nt-r is said to be making Interest for the Body for Dissection, as he proposes mounting the Skeleton upon that of the Queen's Elephant, which he lately had the Honour to anatomize.

O! the Liberty of the Press, we may well cry out, that glorious Privilege of Englishmen! Pray

tell me though, in sober serious Sadness, is all this true? I have a monstrous Mind to write a long Letter to your Brother upon the Subject, and protest that I believe every Word of it. I find he intends taking you into Yorkshire with him. I wish he would bring you to London, to keep me Company for a Month, for my Father for Reasons of State, which I cannot dive thoroughly to the Bottom of, has determined to continue here till the End of July or Beginning of August. Easy tells me that he has an Oxford Jaunt in his Head, and means to transplant Pedant into Dorsetshire. What a charming Country Companion he must make, for a Tête à Tête in an Arbour, to pick up one's Ball of

Knotting, or put one's Calash on with
