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From eleven to one. At my toilette, tried a new head. Gave orders for Veny to be combed, and washed. Mem. I look best in blue.
From one till half an hour after two. Drove to the 'Change. Cheapened a couple of fans.
Till four. At dinner. Mem. Mr. Froth passed by in his new liveries.
From four to six. Dressed, paid a visit to old Lady Blithe and her sister, having before heard they were gone out of town that day.
From six to eleven. At basset. Mem. Never set again upon the ace of diamonds.
THURSDAY. From eleven at night to eight in the morning. Dreamed that I punted' to Mr. Froth.
From eight to ten. Chocolate. Read two acts in Aurenzebe? abed.
From ten to eleven. Tea-table. Sent to borrow Lady Fad. dle's Cupid for Veny. Read the play-bills. Received a letter from Mr. Froth. Mem. Locked it
Locked it up in my strong box. Rest of the morning. Fontange, the tire-woman, her account of my Lady Blithe's wash. Broke a tooth in my little tortoiseshell comb. Sent Frank to know how my Lady Hectick rested after her monkey's leaping out at window. Looked pale. Fon. tange tells me my.glass is not true. Dressed by three.
From three to four. Dinner cold before I sat down.
Fron four to eleven. Saw company. Mr. Froth's opinion of Milton. His account of the Mohocks. His fancy for a pincushion. Picture in the lid of his snuff-box. Old Lady Faddle promises me her woman to cut my hair. Lost five guineas at crimp.
*A term in the game of Basset.-C. * A tragedy by Dryden.-C.
Twelve o'clock at night. Went to bed.
Friday. Eight in the morning. Abed. Read over all Mr. Froth's letters. Cupid and Veny.
Ten o'clock. Stayed within all day, not at home.
From ten to twelve. In conference with my mantua-maker. Sorted a suit of ribbands. Broke my blue china cup.
From twelve to one. Shut myself up in my chamber, practised Lady Betty Modely's skuttle.' One in the afternoon. Called for my
flowered handkerchief. Worked half a violet leaf in it. Eyes ached and head out of order. Threw by my work, and read over the remaining part of Aurenzebe.
From three to four. Dined.
Fror four to twelve. Changed my mind, dressed, went abroad, and played at crimp till midnight. Found Mrs. Spitely at home. Conversation : Mrs. Brilliant's necklace false stones. Old Lady Loveday going to be married to a young fellow that is not worth a groat. Miss Prue gone into the country. Tom Townley has red hair. Mem. Mrs. Spitely whispered in my ear that she had something to tell me about Mr. Froth, I am sure it is not true.
Between twelve and one. Dreamed that Mr. Froth lay at my feet, and called me Indamora.
Saturday. Rose at eight o'clock in the morning. Sat down to my toilette.
Fron eight to nine. Shifted a patch for half an hour before I could determine it. Fixed it above
Fixed it above my left eyebrow. From nine to twelve. Drank my tea, and dressed. From twelve to two. At chapel. A great deal of good com
A pace of affected precipitation.-J.
Lady Blithe dressed frightfully.
From three to four. Dined. Mrs. Kitty called upon me to go opera
before I was risen from table. From dinner to six. Drank tea. Turned off a footman for being rude to Veny.
Six o'clock. Went to the opera. I did not see Mr. Froth till the beginning of the second act. Mr. Froth talked to a gentleman in a black wig. Bowed to a lady in the front box. Mr. Froth and his friend clapped Nicolini in the third act. Mr. Froth cried out Ancora. Mr. Froth led me to my chair. I think he squeezed my hand.
Eleven at night. Went to bed. Melancholy dreams. Methought Nicolini said he was Mr. Froth.
MONDAY. Eight o'clock. Waked by Miss Kity. Aurenzebe lay upon the chair by me. Kitty repeated without book the eight best lines in the play. Went in our mobs' to the dumb man, according to appointment. Told me that my lover's name began with a G. Mem. The conjuror' was within a letter of Mr. Froth's name, &c.
· Upon looking back into this my journal, I find that I am at a loss to know whether I pass my time well or ill; and indeed never thought of considering how I did it, before I perused your speculation upon that subject. I scarce find a single action in these five days that I can thoroughly approve of, except the working upon the violet leaf, which I am resolved to finish the first day I am at leisure. As for Mr. Froth and Veny, I did not
"A huddled economy of dress so called.—V. Spec. No. 302.-C. * Duncan Campbell.V. New Tatler, No. 14, note.-C.
think they took up so much of my time and thoughts, as I find they do upon my journal. The latter of them I will turn off if you insist upon it; and if Mr. Froth does not bring matters to a conclusion very suddenly, I will not let my life run away in a dream.
“ Your humble servant,
To resume one of the morals of my first paper, and to confirm Clarinda in her good inclinations, I would have her consider what a pretty figure she would make among posterity, were the history of her whole life published like these five days of it. shall conclude my paper with an epitaph written by an uncertain author on Sir Philip Sidney's sister, a lady who seems to have been of a temper very much different from that of Clarinda. The last thought of it is so very noble, that I dare say my read. er will pardon the quotation.
No. 329. TUESDAY, MARCH 18.
Ire tamen restat Nama qua devenit & Ancus.
Hor. Ep. vi. i. 27.
My friend Sir Roger de Coverley told me the other night, that he had been reading my paper upon Westminster Abbey, in which, says he, there are a great many ingenious fancies.' He told me at the same time, that he observed I had promised another paper upon the tombs, and that he should be glad to go and see them with me, not having visited them since he had read history. I could not at first imagine how this came into the knight's head, till I recollected that he had been very busy all last summer upon Baker's Chronicle, which he has quoted several times in his dispute with Sir Andrew Freeport since his last coming to town. Accordingly I promised to call upon him the next morning, that we might go together to the Abbey.
I found the knight under his butler's hands, who always shaves him. He was no sooner dressed, than he called for a glass of the widow Trueby's water," which he told me he always drank
1 “Spectator,” No. 26.
* One of the innumerable "strong waters" used, it is said, (perhaps libellously), chiefly by the fair sex as an exhilarant; the excuses being the cholic and "the vapours.” Addison, who pretends in the text to find it unpalatable, is accused of having been a constant imbiber of the widow's distillations. Inded, Tyers goes so far as to say on the authority of “Tacitus” Gordon, that Addison hastened his end by indulgence in them. Although an advertisement of these waters is not to be found in the Folio “Spectator," yet the curious will see in it strong puffs of other potent spirits in disguise—thanks probably to the business connexions of Mr. Lillie, perfumer. A “grateful electuary" is recommended in No. 113, as having the power of raising the spirits, of curing loss of memory, and revivifying all the noble powers of the soul, at the small charge of two and sixpence per bottle. Another chemical secret, in No. 120, promises to cure "the vapours in women, infallibly, in an instant.” Daffy's Elixir is advertised in No. 356.-*