Mr. Bond presents his Compliments to Mr. Franklin, He thinks Himself unfortunate in not having been able to lay his Hands on the Pamphlets He was desirous to see; but still hopes He may find them among his Miscellanies.

Mr. B: has the Pleasure to send Mr. F. the Asylum for fugitive Pieces, in which He will find some pleasant things, mixed with a great deal of Trash: Mr. F. will soon discover the Book to be unfit for the Inspection of any of his fair Friends; unless He will exercise his discretion in selecting such Parts as may be calculated to merit the Delicacy and refinement of their Taste; and to spare the Blush of Prudery.