Jackson, in Answer to his Remarks on Middleton's Free Inquiry: — And, A View of the Controversy, concerning

the miraculous Powers, supposed to have subsisted in the Christian Church through several successive Centuries.
These pamphlets will bind into two large octavo volumes, and make a valuable collection of critical religious learning.
Note, Reader, of that admirable work, called Bibliotheca Fratrum Polonorum, by Socinus, Crellius, Sclichtingius, and Wolzgoenius, 6 tomes, fol. Irenopoli 1656. The first and second volumes are the writings of Socinus; the third and fourth by Crellius; the fifth by Sclichtingius; and the sixth by Wolzogenius: they are all well worth your reading, as they contain the most valuable and excellent learning; and especially Socinus and Crellius. In another place, (where you will find me alone in a solitude) I shall give some curious extracts from the works of these great, injured men, and a summary of their lives.


When Love's well tim'd, 'tis not a fault to love;
The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise,
Sink in the soft captivity together.
*FROM Knaresborough, I went to Harrogate again, and there found the following letter, of an old date, left for me.
SIR,
As you told me, you intended to go to London soon, and business obliges me to ride up to the capital a few weeks hence, I should take it as a great favour, if you would make Westmoreland your way, and through Lancashire to the Chester road, that I may have your protection and guidance in this long journey.
I am, Sir, Your humble servant, Maria Spence.
Cleator, six miles to the south-west of Wharton-Hall.
This letter surprized me. Yes, dear creature, I said, I will make Westmoreland my way to London. At four in the morning I mounted my horse, and rid to Cleator. I arrived there at six in the evening, and had travelled that day 75 miles; to wit, from

Harrogate to Boroughbridge, 8; from thence to Catarric, 22; to Gretabridge, 15; to Bows, 6; to Brugh in Westmoreland, 12; to Kirkby-Steven, near Wharton-Hall, 6; to Cleator, 6: — 75 miles. I dined at Catarric on a hot pigeon-pye just drawn, and ale of one ear, that is, admirable, (as Rabelais means by the phrase, "We had wine of one ear," alluding to the one shake of the head to the