them what was merely necessary for Education suitable to their Quality.  Poor young Antonio is a lamentable Instance of ill Conduct in this kind.  The young Man did not want natural Talents; but the Father of him was a Coxcomb, who affected being a fine Gentleman so unmercifully, that he could not endure in his sight, or the frequent mention of one, who was his Son, growing into Manhood, and thrusting him out of the gay World.  I have often thought the Father took a secret Pleasure in reflecting that when that fine House and Seat came into the next hands, it would revive his Memory, as a Person who knew how to enjoy them, from Observation of the Rusticity and Ignorance of his Successor.  Certain it is that a Man may, if he will, let his Heart close to the having no regard to any thing but his dear self, even with exclusion of his very Children.  I recommend this Subject to your Consideration, and am,

  SIR, Your most humble Servant,

  T. B.

  London, Sept. 26, 1712.

  Mr. SPECTATOR,

’I am just come from Tunbridge, and have since my return read Mrs. Matilda Mohair’s Letter to you:  She pretends to make a mighty Story about the Diversion of Swinging in that Place.  What was done, was only among Relations; and no Man swung any Woman who was not second Cousin at farthest.  She is pleased to say, care was taken that the Gallants tied the Ladies Legs before they were wafted into the Air.  Since she is so spiteful, I’ll tell you the plain Truth; there was no such Nicety observed, since we were all, as I just now told you, near Relations; but Mrs. Mohair her self has been swung there, and she invents all this Malice, because it was observed she has crooked Legs, of which I was an Eye-Witness.

  Your humble Servant,

  Rachel Shoestring.

  Tunbridge, Sept. 26, 1712.

  Mr. SPECTATOR,

’We have just now read your Paper, containing Mrs. Mohair’s Letter.  It is an Invention of her own from one end to the other; and I desire you would print the enclosed Letter by it self, and shorten it so as to come within the Compass of your Half-Sheet.  She is the most malicious Minx in the World, for all she looks so innocent.  Don’t leave out that Part about her being in love with her Father’s Butler, which makes her shun Men; for that is the truest of it all.

  Your humble Servant,

  Sarah Trice.

  P.S.  ‘She has crooked Legs.’

  Tunbridge, Sept. 26, 1712.

  Mr. SPECTATOR,

’All that Mrs. Mohair is so vexed at against the good Company of this Place, is, that we all know she has crooked Legs.  This is certainly true.  I don’t care for putting my Name, because one would not be in the Power of the Creature.

  Your humble Servant unknown.