As you are one that doth not only pretend to reform, but effects it amongst People of any Sense; makes me (who are one of the greatest of your Admirers) give you this Trouble to desire you will settle the Method of us Females knowing when one another is in Town:  For they have now got a Trick of never sending to their Acquaintance when they first come; and if one does not visit them within the Week which they stay at home, it is a mortal Quarrel.  Now, dear Mr. SPEC, either command them to put it in the Advertisement of your Paper, which is generally read by our Sex, or else order them to breathe their saucy Footmen (who are good for nothing else) by sending them to tell all their Acquaintance.  If you think to print this, pray put it into a better Style as to the spelling Part.  The Town is now filling every Day, and it cannot be deferred, because People take Advantage of one another by this Means and break off Acquaintance, and are rude:  Therefore pray put this in your Paper as soon as you can possibly, to prevent any future Miscarriages of this Nature.  I am, as I ever shall be,

Dear SPEC, Your most obedient Humble Servant, Mary Meanwell.

  Mr.  SPECTATOR,

  October the 20th.

I have been out of Town, so did not meet with your Paper dated September the 28th, wherein you, to my Hearts Desire, expose that cursed Vice of ensnaring poor young Girls, and drawing them from their Friends.  I assure you without Flattery it has saved a Prentice of mine from Ruin; and in Token of Gratitude as well as for the Benefit of my Family, I have put it in a Frame and Glass, and hung it behind my Counter.  I shall take Care to make my young ones read it every Morning, to fortify them against such pernicious Rascals.  I know not whether what you writ was Matter of Fact, or your own Invention; but this I will take my Oath on, the first Part is so exactly like what happened to my Prentice, that had I read your Paper then, I should have taken your Method to have secured a Villain.  Go on and prosper.

  Your most obliged Humble Servant,

  Mr.  SPECTATOR,

Without Raillery, I desire you to insert this Word for Word in your next, as you value a Lovers Prayers.  You see it is an Hue and Cry after a stray Heart (with the Marks and Blemishes underwritten) which whoever shall bring to you, shall receive Satisfaction.  Let me beg of you not to fail, as you remember the Passion you had for her to whom you lately ended a Paper.

    Noble, Generous, Great, and Good,
    But never to be understood;
    Fickle as the Wind, still changing,
    After every Female ranging,
    Panting, trembling, sighing, dying,
    But addicted much to Lying: 
    When the Siren Songs repeats,
    Equal Measures still it beats;
    Who-e’er shall wear it, it will smart her,
    And who-e’er takes it, takes a Tartar.