Parentator. Memoirs of remarkables in the life and the death of the ever-memorable Dr.…

In Reading Eighty six Pages of what this Wretched and worse than Careless Writer has given us about New England, I noted down with my Pen, the more Gross, Evident, and Notorious Falsehoods—which I Observed in it, Omitting many lesser matters which cannot be Justified: And upon casting up the Number, of these Falsehoods I found them to be above the Number ⟨p. xiii⟩of Eighty-seven. These Falsehoods are many of them the more Inexcusable, because the History of New-England which he decries with so much Foolish Malignity, had in those very points given him a Truer Information. And for many of them, tis Impossible for him to find any Author, but his own Romantic Brain. O Paloephatus, Thou hast nothing so Incredible. Unhappy Collection! In which there are so often more Lies than Pages! Miserable Age! How do thy Historians put upon thee!

In Reading Eighty six Pages of what this Wretched and worse than Careless Writer has given us about New England, I noted down with my Pen, the more Gross, Evident, and Notorious Falshoods—which I Observed in it, Omitting many lesser matters which cannot be Justified: And upon casting up the Number, of these Falshoods I found them to be above the Number ⟨p. xiii⟩of Eighty-seven. These Falshoods are many of them the more Inexcusable, because the History of New-England which he decries with so much Foolish Malignity, had in those very points given him a Truer Information. And for many of them, tis Impossible for him to find any Author, but his own Romantic Brain. O Paloephatus, Thou hast nothing so Incredible. Unhappy Collection! In which there are so often more Lyes than Pages! Miserable Age! How do thy Historians put upon thee!

I suppose this is that Oldmixon, who wrote a Play called, Amyntas, whereof the late Writer of, The History of the more Celebrated Play-Writers, has left this upon lasting Record; It met with Ill Success. And it is pity, he should succeed any better in Writing of English Empires. I am not alone in my Complaints of this Miserable Romancer, who even in a Old Irish Family of Quality would scarce have been thought worthy to Supply the Office of a Story-Teller. The Ingenious Beverly in his Well-Composed History of Virginia, Declares that he found Oldmixon's Account of that Country (just as I found his Account of New England) so very Faulty, that he laid aside all thoughts of Correcting it; it being Bad beyond all Possibility of Amending it. He Stigmatizes him as a Faithless and a Fruitless Historian; And says, It would make a Book Larger than his own to Expose his Errors And indeed, as he has dealt with New-England and with Virginia, so his Dealings with New York are such, that when any Gentleman of that Province will Please to Oblige