An Account of the Giants Lately Discovered

Dear Will,

Though People in the Country are enough disposed to believe Wonders, yet are they prudently apt to suspend giving Credit to all that are sent from _London_, except of a political Cast. You good Folks still believe in an uninterrupted Generation of Patriots; and though they so seldom come to Years of Maturity, you trust in them as fast as they are produced in St. _Stephen_'s Chapel. For other monstrous Births, you are fonder of them, the farther they come. Ghosts and Witches are entirely of your own Growth. Excepting the famous Ghost of a Sound in _Cock-Lane_, from which the Methodists expected such a rich Harvest, (for what might not a rising Church promise itself from such well imagined Nonsense as the Apparition of a Noise? ) I think many, many Years have elapsed, since the Capital could boast of having regenerated a Spirit. Your Sagacity will therefore incline you to doubt the marvellous Account I am going to give you of a new discovered Race of Giants.