<p>J.D. <SPAN name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"></SPAN></p>
<h2> To the Revd. Mr JONATHAN DUSTWICH, at— </h2>
<h3> SIR, </h3>
<p>I received yours in course of post, and shall be glad to treat with you
for the M.S. which I have delivered to your friend Mr Behn; but can by no
means comply with the terms proposed. Those things are so uncertain—Writing
is all a lottery—I have been a loser by the works of the greatest
men of the age—I could mention particulars, and name names; but
don't choose it—The taste of the town is so changeable. Then there
have been so many letters upon travels lately published—What between
Smollett's, Sharp's, Derrick's, Thicknesse's, Baltimore's, and Baretti's,
together with Shandy's Sentimental Travels, the public seems to be cloyed
with that kind of entertainment—Nevertheless, I will, if you please,
run the risque of printing and publishing, and you shall have half the
profits of the impression—You need not take the trouble to bring up
your sermons on my account—No body reads sermons but Methodists and
Dissenters—Besides, for my own part, I am quite a stranger to that
sort of reading; and the two persons, whose judgment I depended upon in
those matters, are out of the way; one is gone abroad, carpenter of a man
of war; and the other, has been silly enough to abscond, in order to avoid
a prosecution for blasphemy—I'm a great loser by his going off—He
has left a manual of devotion half finished on my hands, after having
received money for the whole copy—He was the soundest divine, and
had the most orthodox pen of all my people; and I never knew his judgment
fail, but in flying from his bread and butter on this occasion.</p>
<p>By owning you was not put in bodily fear by Lismahago, you preclude
yourself from the benefit of a good plea, over and above the advantage of
binding him over. In the late war, I inserted in my evening paper, a
paragraph that came by the post, reflecting upon the behaviour of a
certain regiment in battle. An officer of said regiment came to my shop,
and, in the presence of my wife and journeyman, threatened to cut off my
ears—As I exhibited marks of bodily fear more ways than one, to the
conviction of the byestanders, I bound him over; my action lay, and I
recovered. As for flagellation, you have nothing to fear, and nothing to
hope, on that head—There has been but one printer flogged at the
cart's tail these thirty years; that was Charles Watson; and he assured me
it was no more than a flea-bite. C— S— has been threatened
several times by the House of L—; but it came to nothing. If an
information should be moved for, and granted against you, as the editor of
those Letters, I hope you will have honesty and wit enough to appear and
take your trial—If you should be sentenced to the pillory, your
fortune is made—As times go, that's a sure step to honour and
preferment. I shall think myself happy if I can lend you a lift; and am,
very sincerely,</p>
<p>Yours,</p>
<p>HENRY DAVIS. LONDON, Aug. 10th.</p>
<p>Please my kind service to your neighbour, my cousin Madoc—I have
sent an Almanack and Court-kalendar, directed for him at Mr Sutton's,
bookseller, in Gloucester, carriage paid, which he will please to accept
as a small token of my regard. My wife, who is very fond of toasted
cheese, presents her compliments to him, and begs to know if there's any
of that kind, which he was so good as to send us last Christmas, to be
sold in London.</p>
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