[Footnote 2:  This Advertisement follows: 

A Letter written October 14, dated Middle Temple, has been overlooked, by reason it was not directed to the SPECTATOR at the usual Places; and the Letter of the 18th, dated from the same Place, is groundless, the Author of the Paper of Friday last not having ever seen the Letter of the 14th.  In all circumstances except the Place of Birth of the Person to whom the Letters were written, the Writer of them is misinformed.]

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No. 515.  Tuesday, October 21, 1712.  Steele.

  ’Pudet me et miseret qui harum mores contabat mihi
  Monuisse frustra—­’

  Ter.

  Mr. SPECTATOR,

’I am obliged to you for printing the Account I lately sent you of a Coquet who disturbed a sober Congregation in the City of London.  That Intelligence ended at her taking Coach, and bidding the Driver go where he knew.  I could not leave her so, but dogged her, as hard as she drove, to Paul’s Church-Yard, where there was a Stop of Coaches attending Company coming out of the Cathedral.  This gave me opportunity to hold up a Crown to her Coachman, who gave me the Signal, that he would hurry on, and make no Haste, as you know the Way is when they favour a Chase.  By his many kind Blunders, driving against other Coaches, and slipping off some of his Tackle, I could keep up with him, and lodged my fine Lady in the Parish of St. James’s.  As I guessed when I first saw her at Church, her Business is to win Hearts and throw ’em away, regarding nothing but the Triumph.  I have had the Happiness, by tracing her through all with whom I heard she was acquainted, to find one who was intimate with a Friend of mine, and to be introduced to her Notice.  I have made so good use of my Time, as to procure from that Intimate of hers one of her Letters, which she writ to her when in the Country.  This Epistle of her own may serve to alarm the World against her in ordinary Life, as mine, I hope, did those, who shall behold her at Church.  The Letter was written last Winter to the Lady who gave it me; and I doubt not but you will find it the Soul of an happy self-loving Dame, that takes all the Admiration she can meet with, and returns none of it in Love to her Admirers.’

    Dear Jenny,

“I am glad to find you are likely to be dispos’d of in Marriage so much to your Approbation as you tell me.  You say you are afraid only of me, for I shall laugh at your Spouse’s Airs.  I beg of you not to fear it, for I am too nice a Discerner to laugh at any, but whom most other People think fine Fellows; so that your Dear may bring you hither as soon as his Horses are in Case enough to appear in Town, and you be very safe against any Raillery you may apprehend from me; for I am surrounded with Coxcombs of my