Sister is too old.  Is it so indeed, quoth she, good Mr. Pert?  You who are but barely turned of twenty two, and Miss Fiddy in half a Year’s time will be in her Teens, and she is capable of learning any thing.  Then she will be so observant; she’ll cry perhaps now and then, but never be angry.  Thus they will think for me in this matter, wherein I am more particularly concerned than any Body else.  If I name any Woman in the World, one of these Daughters has certainly the same Qualities.  You see by these few Hints, Mr. SPECTATOR, what a comfortable Life I lead.  To be still more open and free with you, I have been passionately fond of a young Lady (whom give me leave to call Miranda) now for these three Years.  I have often urged the Matter home to my Parents with all the Submission of a Son, but the Impatience of a Lover.  Pray, Sir, think of three Years; what inexpressible Scenes of Inquietude, what Variety of Misery must I have gone thro’ in three long whole Years? Miranda’s Fortune is equal to those I have mention’d; but her Relations are not Intimates with mine.  Ah! there’s the Rub. Miranda’s Person, Wit, and Humour, are what the nicest Fancy could imagine; and though we know you to be so elegant a Judge of Beauty, yet there is none among all your various Characters of fine Women preferable to Miranda.  In a Word, she is never guilty of doing any thing but one amiss, (if she can be thought to do amiss by me) in being as blind to my Faults, as she is to her own Perfections.

  I am, SIR,
  Your very humble obedient Servant,
  Dustererastus.

  Mr. SPECTATOR,

’When you spent so much time as you did lately in censuring the ambitious young Gentlemen who ride in Triumph through Town and Country in Coach-boxes, I wished you had employed those Moments in consideration of what passes sometimes within-side of those Vehicles.  I am sure I suffered sufficiently by the Insolence and Ill-breeding of some Persons who travelled lately with me in a Stage-Coach out of Essex to London.  I am sure, when you have heard what I have to say, you will think there are Persons under the Character of Gentlemen that are fit to be no where else but in the Coach-box.  Sir, I am a young Woman of a sober and religious Education, and have preserved that Character; but on Monday was Fortnight it was my Misfortune to come to London.  I was no sooner clapt in the Coach, but to my great Surprize, two Persons in the Habit of Gentlemen attack’d me with such indecent Discourse as I cannot repeat to you, so you may conclude not fit for me to hear.  I had no relief but the Hopes of a speedy End of my short Journey.  Sir, form to your self what a Persecution this must needs be to a virtuous and a chaste Mind; and in order to your proper handling such a Subject, fancy your Wife or Daughter, if you had any, in such Circumstances, and what Treatment you would think