and must weekly perform his task, or (beside the loss which accrues to himself) he disappoints a number of no small fools, whose discourse, discipline, and discretion is drilled from his state-service.  These you shall know by their Monday’s mornings question, a little before exchange time:  Stationer, have you any news?  Which they no sooner purchase than peruse; and, early by next morning (lest their country friend should be deprived of the benefit of so rich a prize), they freely vent the substance of it, with some illustrations, if their understanding can furnish them that way.  He would make you believe that he were known to some foreign intelligence, but I hold him the wisest man that hath the least faith to believe him.  For his relations he stands resolute, whether they become approved or evinced for untruths; which if they be, he has contracted with his face never to blush for the matter.  He holds especial concurrence with two philosophical sects, though he be ignorant of the tenets of either:  in the collection of his observations he is peripatetical, for he walks circularly; in the digestion of his relations he is stoical, and sits regularly.  He has an alphabetical table of all the chief commanders, generals, leaders, provincial towns, rivers, ports, creeks, with other fitting materials to furnish his imaginary building.  Whisperings, mutterings, and bare suppositions are sufficient grounds for the authority of his relations.  It is strange to see with what greediness this airy chameleon, being all lungs and wind, will swallow a receipt of news, as if it were physical; yea, with what frontless insinuation he will screw himself into the acquaintance of some knowing intelligencers, who, trying the cask by his hollow sound, do familiarly gull him.  I am of opinion, were all his voluminous centuries of fabulous relations compiled, they would vie in number with the Iliads of many fore-running ages.  You shall many times find in his gazettas, pasquils, and corrantos miserable distractions:  here a city taken by force long before it be besieged; there a country laid waste before ever the enemy entered.  He many times tortures his readers with impertinencies, yet are these the tolerablest passages throughout all his discourse.  He is the very landscape of our age.  He is all air; his ear always open to all reports, which, how incredible soever, must pass for current and find vent, purposely to get him current money and delude the vulgar.  Yet our best comfort is, his chimeras live not long; a week is the longest in the city, and after their arrival, little longer in the country, which past they melt like butter, or match a pipe, and so burn.  But indeed, most commonly it is the height of their ambition to aspire to the employment of stopping mustard-pots, or wrapping up pepper, powder, staves-aker, &c., which done, they expire.  Now for his habit, Wapping and Long Lane will give him his character.  He honours nothing with a more endeared observance, nor hugs ought with