A lady big with child had the misfortune to be next, who was so frighted, she fell into fits, went home, and miscarried; and lastly, which was more unhappy, just as he stept out of the mall, at the turning to St. James’s, he almost jostled another lady that was nearer her time, and she immediately call’d for a chair, was carried away, fell into travel, and died in child-bed. A Sober grave Gentleman, who must not wear a Name in our Story, because it was rather a Distemper in his Mind than a real Deficiency of Brains, had, by a long Disuse of the sprightly Part of his Sense, which he really had no want of at other times, suffer’d himself to sink a little too low in his Spirits, and let the Hypochondria emit too strongly in Vapour and Fumes up into his Head.