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332 But return we to Mr. Curll, who all Wednesday continued outrageously mad. On Thursday he had a lucid interval, that enabled him to send a general summons to all his authors. There was but one porter, who could perform this office, to whom he gave the following bill of directions, where to find them. This bill, together with Mrs. Curll's original letter, lie at Mr. Lintot's shop to be perused by the curious.

"AT a tallow-chandler's in Petty France, half way under the blind arch: ask for the historian.

"At the Bedstead and Bolster, a musick-house in Moorfields, two translators in a bed together.

"At the Hercules and Still in Vinegar yard, a schoolmaster with carbuncles on his nose.

"At a blacksmith's shop in the Friers, a pindarick writer in red stockings.

"In the Calendar-mill-room at Exeter-change, a composer of meditations.

"At the three Tobacco-pipes in Dog and Bitch yard, one that has been a parson, he wears a blue camblet coat trimmed with black: my best writer against revealed religion.

"At Mr. Summers, a thief catcher's, in Lewkner's lane, the man who wrote against the impiety of Mr. Rowe's plays.

"At the Farthing-pye-house in Tooting fields, the young man, who is writing my new pastorals.

"At the laundress's, at the Hole in the Wall in Cursitor's alley, up three pair of stairs, the author of