foul the feast.  The paths of Vice are sometimes strew'd with
roses, but then they are for ever infamous for many a thorn,
for many a canker-worm: those of Virtue are strew'd with roses
purely, and those eternally unfading ones.

     If you do me then justice, you will esteem me perfectly
consistent in the incense I burn to Virtue.  If I have painted 
Vice in all its gayest colours, if I have deck'd it with flow-
ers, it has been solely in order to make the worthier, the 
solemner sacrifice of it, to Virtue.

     You know Mr. C*** O***, you know his estate, his worth,
and good sense: can you, will you pronounce it ill meant, at
least of him, when anxious for his son's morals, with a view
to form him to virtue, and inspire him with a fix'd, a
rational contempt for vice, he condescended to be his master
of the ceremonies, and led him by the hand thro' the most 
noted bawdy-houses in town, where he took care he should be
familiarized with all those scenes of debauchery, so fit to
nauseate a good taste?  The experiment, you will cry, is
dangerous.  True, on a fool: but are fools worth so much 
attention?

     I shall see you soon, and in the mean time think
candidly of me, and believe me ever,
                           MADAM,

     Yours, etc., etc., etc.,

                           THE END

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