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Saturday, November 19, 1709.

Is mihi demum vivere et frui anima videtur, qui aliquo negotio intentus, præclari facinoris aut artis bonæ famam querit. Sall. Bel. Cat.

In my opinion, he only may be truly said to live, and enjoy his being, who is engaged in some laudable pursuit, and acquires a name by some illustrious action, or useful art.

She did it with that easiness which is peculiar | No. 96.]
to women of sense; and to keep up the good
humour she had brought in with her, turned
her raillery upon me. Mr. Bickerstaff, you re-
member you followed me one night from the
play-house; suppose you should carry me thither
to-morrow night, and lead me into the front
box. This put us into a long field of discourse
about the beauties, who were mothers to the
present, and shined in the boxes twenty years
ago. I told her, I was glad she had transferred
so many of her charms, and I did not question
but her eldest daughter was within half-a-year
of being a toast.'

From my own Apartment, November 17.

IT has cost me very much care and thought to marshal and fix the people under their proper denominations, and to range them according to their respective characters. These my endeavours have been received with unexpected success in one kind, but neglected in another: for, though I have many readers, I have but few converts. This must certainly proceed from a false opinion, that what I write is designed ra ther to amuse and entertain, than convince and instruct. I entered upon my Essays with a declaration that I should consider mankind in quite another manner than they had hitherto been represented to the ordinary world; and asserted, that none but a useful life should be, with me, any life at all. But, lest this doctrine should have made this small progress towards the conviction of mankind, because it may have appeared to the unlearned light and whimsical, I must take leave to unfold the wisdom and antiquity of my first proposition in these my

We were pleasing ourselves with this fantastical preferment of the young lady, when on a sudden we were alarmed with the noise of a drum, and immediately entered my little godson to give me a point of war. His mother, between laughing and chiding, would have put him out of the room; but I would not part with him so. I found upon conversation with him, though he was a little noisy in his mirth, that the child had excellent parts, and was a great master of all the learning on the other side eight years old. I perceived him a very great historian in sop's Fables: but he frankly declared to me his mind, that he did not delight in that learning, because he did not believe they were true; for which reason I found he had very much turned his studies, for about a twelvemonth past, into the lives and adventures of Don Bellianis of Greece, Guy of Warwick, the Seven Cham-Essays, to wit, that 'every worthless man is a pions, and other historians of that age. I could not but observe the satisfaction the father took in the forwardness of his son; and that these diversions might turn to some profit, I found the boy had made remarks, which might be of service to him during the course of his whole life. He would tell you the mismanagements of John Hickerthrift, find fault with the passionate tem-with inscriptions to warn others of the like per in Bevis of Southampton, and loved Saint George for being the champion of England;* and by this means had his thoughts insensibly moulded into the notions of discretion, virtue, and honour. I was extolling his accomplishments, when the mother told me, that the little girl who led me in this morning, was, in her way, a better scholar than he. Betty,' said she, 'deals chiefly in fairies and sprights; and sometimes in a winter-night will terrify the maids with her accounts, until they are afraid to go up to bed.'

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dead man.' This notion is as old as Pythagoras, in whose school it was a point of discipline, that if among the 'Axsix, or probationers, there were any who grew weary of studying to be useful, and returned to an idle life, they were to regard them as dead; and, upon their departing, to perform their obsequies, and raise them tombs,

mortality, and quicken them to resolutions of refining their souls above that wretched state. It is upon a like supposition, that young ladies, at this very time, in Roman catholic countries, are received into some nunneries with their coffins, and with the pomp of a formal funeral, to signify, that henceforth they are to be of no further use, and consequently dead. Nor was Pythagoras himself the first author of this symbol, with whom, and with the Hebrews, it was generally received. Much more might be of fered in illustration of this doctrine from sacred

own reflection, who will easily recollect, from places which I do not think fit to quote here, the forcible manner of applying the words dead and living, to men as they are good or bad,

I sat with them until it was very late, some-authority, which I recommend to my reader's times in merry, sometimes in serious discourse, with this particular pleasure, which gives the only true relish to all conversation, a sense that every one of us liked each other. I went home, considering the different conditions of a married life and that of a bachelor; and I must confess it struck me with a secret concern, to reflect that whenever I go off I shall leave no traces behind me. In this pensive mood I return to my family; that is to say, to my maid, my dog, and my cat, who only can be the ter or worse for what happens to me.

I have, therefore, composed the following scheme of existence for the benefit both of the living and the dead; though chiefly for the lat ter, whom I must desire to read it with all possible attention. In the number of the dead I comprehend all persons, of what title or dignity bet-soever, who bestow most of their time in eating

and drinking, to support that imaginary existence of theirs, which they call life; or in dress. *This is a subject which has occasioned a very learned which are looked upon by the vulgar as real ing and adorning those shadows and apparitions,

altercation between some of our most eminent antiquaries.

men and women. In short, whoever resides in

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the world without having any business in it, | house Statesman. But as it is required that all
and passes away an age without ever thinking coxcombs hang out their signs, it is on the other
on the errand for which he was sent hither, is hand expected that men of real merit should
to me a dead man to all intents and purposes; avoid any thing particular in their dress, gait,
and I desire that he may be so reputed. The or behaviour. For, as we old men delight in
living are only those that are some way or other proverbs, I cannot forbear bringing out one on
laudably employed in the improvement of their this occasion. That good wine needs no bush.'*
own minds, or for the advantage of others; and I must not leave this subject without reflecting
even amongst these, I shall only reckon into on several persons I have lately met with, who
their lives that part of their time which has at a distance seem very terrible; but upon a
been spent in the manner above-mentioned. stricter inquiry into their looks and features,
By these means, I am afraid, we shall find the appear as meek and harmless as any of my own
longest lives not to consist of many months, and neighbours. These are country gentlemen, who
the greatest part of the earth to be quite unpeo- of late years have taken up a humour of coming
pled. According to this system, we may ob- to town in red coats, whom an arch wag of my
serve, that some men are born at twenty years acquaintance used to describe very well, by call-
of age, some at thirty, some at threescore, and ing them sheep in wolves' clothing.' I have
some not above an hour before they die: nay, often wondered, that honest gentlemen, who are
we may observe multitudes that die without good neighbours, and live quietly in their own
ever being born, as well as many dead persons possessions, should take it in their heads to
that fill up the bulk of mankind, and make, a frighten the town after this unreasonable man-
better figure in the eyes of the ignorant, than ner. I shall think myself obliged, if they per-
those who are alive, and in their proper and full sist in so unnatural a dress, notwithstanding
state of health. However, since there may be any posts they may have in the militia, to
many good subjects that pay their taxes, and give away their red coats to any of the soldiery
live peaceably in their habitations, who are not who shall think fit to strip them, provided the
yet born, or have departed this life several years said soldiers can make it appear that they be-
since, my design is, to encourage both to join long to a regiment where there is a deficiency
themselves as soon as possible to the number of in the clothing.
the living. For as I invite the former to break
forth into being, and become good for some.
thing; so I allow the latter a state of resuscita-
tion; which I chiefly mention for the sake of a
person who has lately published an advertise.
ment, with several scurrilous terms in it, that
do by no means become a dead man to give; it
is my departed friend John Partridge, who con-
cludes the advertisement of his next year's
almanack with the following note:

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About two days ago I was walking in the Park, and accidentally met a rural 'squire clothed in all the types above-mentioned, with a carriage and behaviour made entirely out of his own head. He was of a bulk and stature, larger than ordinary, had a red coat flung open to show a gay calamanco waistcoat. His periwig fell in a very considerable bush upon each shoulder. His arms naturally swang at an unreasonable distance from his sides; which, with the advantage of a cane that he brandished in a great variety of irregular motions, made it unsafe for any one to walk within several yards of him. In this manner he took up the whole Mall, his spectators moving on each side of it, whilst he cocked up his hat, and marched directly for Westminster. I cannot tell who this gentleman is, but, for my comfort, may say with the lover in Terence, who lost sight of a fine young lady, 'Wherever thou art, thou canst not be long concealed.'

St. James's Coffee-house, November 18.

By letters from Paris of the sixteenth we are informed that the French king, the princess of the blood, and the elector of Bavaria, had lately killed fifty-five pheasants.

From my own Apartment, November 18.
When an engineer finds his guns have not
had their intended effect, he changes his bat-
teries. I am forced at present to take this me.
thod; and instead of continuing to write against
the singularity some are guilty of in their habit
and behaviour, I shall henceforward desire them
to persevere in it; and not only so, but shall
take it as a favour of all the coxcombs in the
town, if they will set marks upon themselves,
and by some particular in their dress show to
what class they belong. It would be very oblig-
ing in all such persons, who feel in themselves
that they are not of sound understanding, to
give the world notice of it and spare mankind
the pains of finding them out. A cane upon
the fifth button shall from henceforth be the
type of a Dapper; red-heeled shoes, and a hat
hung upon one side of the head, shall signify a
Smart; a good periwig made into a twist, with
a brisk cock, shall speak a Mettled Fellow; and
an upper lip covered with snuff, denote a Coffee-kin's Ilist. of Music.'

Whereas, several have industriously spread abroad, that I am in partnership with

* A bush, as may be inferred from this proverb, was by a thing intended to resemble a bash, consisting of anciently the sign of a tavern. This sign was succeeded three or four tier of hoops fastened one above another; with vine leaves and grapes richly carved and gilt, and a Bacchus bestriding a tan at top. The owner of a tavern or alehouse in Aldersgate-street, at the time when king Charles I. was beheaded, was so affected upon that event, that he put his bush in mourning by painting it black. The house was long after known by the name of the Mourning Bush at Aldersgate.' Sir John Haw

Charles Lillie, the perfumer, at the corner of Beaufort Buildings; I must say with my friend Partridge, that they are knaves who reported it. However, since the said Charles has promised that all his customers shall be mine, I must desire all mine to be his; and dare answer for him, that if you ask in my name for snuff, Hungary or orange water, you shall have the best the town affords, at the cheapest rate.

Tuesday, November 22, 1709.

her eyes cast towards the ground with an agreeable reserve, her motion and behaviour full of modesty, and her raiment as white as snow. The other had a great deal of health and floridness in her countenance, which she had helped with an artificial white and red; and endeavoured to appear more graceful than ordinary in her mien, by a mixture of affectation in all her gestures. She had a wonderful confidence and assurance in her looks, and all the variety of colours in her dress that she thought were most proper to show her complexion to an advantage. She cast her eyes

No. 97.] Illud maxime rarum genus est eorum, qui aut excel-upon herself, then turned them on those that lente ingenii magnitudine, aut præclara eruditione atque doctrina, aut utraqua re ornati, spatium delibe: randi habuerunt, quem potissimum vitæ cursum sequi

vellent.

Tull. Oflic.

There are very few persons of extraordinary genius, or eminent for learning and other noble endowments, who have had sufficient time to consider what particular course of life they ought to pursue.

From my own Apartment, November 21.

HAVING Swept away prodigious multitudes in my last paper, and brought a great destruction upon my own species, I must endeavour in this to raise fresh recruits, and, if possible, to supply the places of the unborn and the deceased. It is said of Xerxes, that when he stood upon a hill, and saw the whole country round him covered with his army, he burst out into tears, to think that not one of that multitude would be alive a hundred years after. For my part, when I take a survey of this populous city, I can scarce forbear weeping, to see how few of its inhabitants are now living. It was with this thought that I drew up my last bill of mortality, and endeavoured to set out in it the great number of persons who have perished by a distemper, commonly known by the name of idleness, which has long raged in the world, and destroys more in every great town than the plague has done at Dantzick. To repair the mischief it has done, and stock the world with a better race of mortals, I have more hopes of bringing to life those that are young, than of reviving those that are old. For which reason, I shall here set down that noble allegory which was written by an old author called Prodicus, but recommended and embellished by Socrates. It is the description of Virtue and Pleasure making their court to Hercules, under the appearance of two beautiful women.

When Hercules, says the divine moralist, was in that part of his youth, in which it was natural for him to consider what course of life he ought to pursue, he one day retired into a desert, where the silence and solitude of the place very much favoured his meditations. As he was musing on his present condition, and very much perplexed in himself on the state of life he should choose, he saw two women of a larger stature than ordinary approaching towards him. One of them had a very noble air, and graceful deportment; her beauty was natural and easy, her person clean and unspotted,

* In 1709 they were severely visited by the plague, which swept off above 40,000 of its inhabitants.

were present, to see how they liked her, and often looked on the figure she made in her own shadow. Upon her nearer approach to Hercules, she stepped before the other lady, who came forward with a regular composed carriage, and running up to him, accosted him after the following manner.

My dear Hercules,' says she, 'I find you are very much divided in your own thoughts, upon the way of life that you ought to choose. Be my friend, and follow me; I will lead you into the possession of pleasure, and out of the reach of pain, and remove you from all the noise and disquietude of business. The affairs of either war or peace shall have no power to disturb you. Your whole employment shall be, to make your life easy, and to entertain every sense with its proper gratification. Sumptuous tables, beds of roses, clouds of perfumes, concerts of music, crowds of beauties, are all in readiness to receive you. Come along with me into this region of delights, this world of pleasure, and bid farewell for ever to care, to pain, to business.'

Hercules, hearing the lady talk after this manner, desired to know her name; to which she answered, 'My friends, and those who are well acquainted with me, call me Happiness; but my enemies, and those who would injure my reputation, have given me the name of Pleasure.'

By this time the other lady was come up, who addressed herself to the young hero in a very different manner.

Hercules,' says she, I offer myself to you, because I know you are descended from the gods, and give proofs of that descent by your love to virtue, and application to the studies proper for your age. This makes me hope you will gain, both for yourself and me, an immortal reputation. But, before I invite you into my society and friendship, I will be open and sincere with you, and must lay down this as an established truth, That there is nothing truly valuable, which can be purchased without pains and labour. The gods have set a price upon every real and noble pleasure. If you would gain the favour of the deity, you must be at the pains of worshipping him; if the friendship of good men, you must study to oblige them; if you would be honoured by your country, you must take care to serve it. In short, if you would be eminent in war or peace, you must become master of all the qualifications that can make you so. These are the only terms and conditions upon which I can propose happiness.'

The goddess of pleasure here broke in upon her discourse. You see,' said she, Hercules, by her own confession, the way to her pleasure is long and difficult, whereas that which I propose is short and easy.'-'Alas!' said the other lady, whose visage glowed with a passion made up of scorn and pity, what are the pleasures you propose? To eat before you are hungry, drink before you are a-thirst, sleep before you are a-tired, to gratify appetites before they are raised, and raise such appetites as nature never planted.

You never heard the most delicious music, which is the praise of one's self; nor saw the most beautiful object, which is the work of one's own hands. Your votaries pass away their youth in a dream of mistaken pleasures, while they are hoarding up anguish, torment, and remorse for

old age.

As for me, I am the friend of the gods and of good men, an agreeable companion to the artizan, a household guardian to the fathers of families, a patron and protector of servants, an associate in all true and generous friendships. The banquets of my votaries are never costly, but always delicious; for none eat or drink at them who are not invited by hunger and thirst. Their slumbers are sound, and their wakings cheerful. My young men have the pleasure of hearing themselves praised by those who are in years; and those who are in years, of being honoured by those who are young. In a word, my followers are favoured by the gods, beloved by their acquaintance, esteemed by their country, and, after the close of their labours, honoured by posterity.'

We know by the life of this memorable hero, to which of these two ladies he gave up his heart; and, I believe, every one who reads this will do him the justice to approve his choice.

I very much admire the speeches of these ladies as containing in them the chief arguments for a life of virtue, or a life of pleasure, that could enter into the thoughts of a heathen; but am particularly pleased with the different fig. ures he gives the two goddesses. Our modern authors have represented pleasure or vice with an alluring face, but ending in snakes and monsters. Here she appears in all the charms of beauty, though they are all false and borrowed; and by that means composes a vision entirely natural and pleasing.

I have translated this allegory for the benefit of the youth of Great Britain; and particularly of those who are still in the deplorable state of non-existence, and whom I must earnestly entreat to come into the world. Let my embryos show the least inclination to any single virtue, and I shall allow it to be a struggling towards birth. I do not expect of them that, like the hero in the foregoing story, they should go about as soon as they are born, with a club in their hands, and a lion's skin on their shoulders, to root out monsters, and destroy tyrants; but, as the finest author of all antiquity has said upon this very occasion, though a man has not the abilities to distinguish himself in the most shining parts of a great character, he has certainly the capacity of being just, faithful, modest, and temperate.

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From my own Apartment, November 23.

I READ the following letter, which was left for me this evening, with very much concern for the lady's condition who sent it, who expresses the state of her mind with great frankness, as all people ought who talk to their physicians.

in years, and have had great experience in the 'MR. BICKERSTAFF,-Though you are stricken world, I believe you will say, there are not frequently such difficult occasions to act in with decency, as those wherein I am entangled. I am a woman in love, and that you will allow to be the most unhappy of all circumstances in human life. Nature has formed us with a

strong reluctance against owning such a passion, and custom has made it criminal in us to make advances. A gentleman, whom I will call Fabio, has the entire possession of my that he makes no scruple of communicating to heart. I am so intimately acquainted with him me an ardent affection he has for Cleora, a friend of mine, who also makes me her confiwith the one or the other, and am always enterdant. Most part of my life I am in company tained with his passion, or her triumph. Cleora is one of those ladies who think they are virtudelicacy of choice, resolves to take the best offer ous if they are not guilty; and, without any which shall be made to her. With this prospect she puts off declaring herself in favour of Fabio,

until she sees what lovers will fall into her

snares, which she lays in all public places, with all the art of gestures and glances. This resolution she has herself told me. Though I love him better than life, I would not gain him by betraying Cleora; or committing such a trespass against modesty, as letting him know myself that I love him. You are an astrologer, what shall I do?

'DIANA DOUBTFUL.'.

This lady has said very justly, that the condition of a woman in love is of all others the most miserable. Poor Diana! how must she be racked with jealousy, when Fabio talks of Cleora! how with indignation, when Cleora makes a property of Fabio! A female lover is in the condition of a ghost, that wanders about its beloved treasure, without power to speak, until it is spoken to. I desire Diana to continue in this circumstance: for I see an eye of comfort in her case, and will take all proper mea sures to extricate her out of this unhappy game of cross-purposes. Since Cleora is upon the catch with her charms, and has no particular regard for Fabio, I shall place a couple of special fellows in her way, who shall both address to her, and have each a better estate than Fabio. They are both already taken with her, and are preparing for being of her retinue the ensuing winter.

To women of this worldly turn, as I appprehend Cleora to be, we must reckon backward in our computation of merit; and when a fair lady thinks only of making her spouse a convenient domestic, the notion of worth and value

is altered, and the lover is the more acceptable, | very things that in the books of the philosophers the less he is considerable. The two I shall appear austere, and have at the best but a kind throw into the way of Cleora are, Orson Thicket of forbidding aspect. In a word, the poets do, and Mr. Walter Wisdom. Orson is a hunts- as it were, strew the rough paths of virtue so man, whose father's death, and some difficulties full of flowers, that we are not sensible of the about legacies, brought out of the woods to uneasiness of them; and imagine ourselves in the town last November. He was at that time one midst of pleasures, and the most bewitching alof those country savages, who despise the soft-lurements, at the time we are making progress ness they meet in town and court; and profess- in the severest duties of life. edly show their strength and roughness in every motion and gesture, in scorn of our bowing and cringing. He was, at his first appearance, very remarkable for that piece of good breeding peculiar to natural Britons, to wit, defiance; and showed every one he met he was as good a man as he. But, in the midst of all this fierceness, he would sometimes attend the discourse of a man of sense, and look at the charms of a beauty, with his eyes and mouth open. He was in this posture when, in the beginning of last Decem-hand some fine poet. The graceful sentences, ber, he was shot by Cleora from a side-box.From that moment he softened into humanity, forgot his dogs and horses, and now moves and speaks with civility and address.

All men agree, that licentious poems do, of all writings, soonest corrupt the heart. And why should we not be universally persuaded, that the grave and serious performances of such as write in the most engaging manner, by a kind of divine impulse, must be the most effectual persuasives to goodness? If, therefore, I were blessed with a son, in order to the forming of his manners, which is making him truly my son, I should be continually putting into his

and the manly sentiments, so frequently to be met with in every great and sublime writer, are, in my judgment, the most ornamental and valuable furniture that can be, for a young gentleWat. Wisdom, by the death of an elder bro- man's head; methinks they show like so much ther, came to a great estate, when he had pro-rich embroidery upon the brain. Let me add ceeded just far enough in his studies to be very to this, that humanity and tenderness, without impertinent, and at the years when the law which there can be no true greatness in the gives him possession of his fortune, and his own mind, are inspired by the muses in such patheticonstitution is too warm for the management cal language, that all we find in prose-authors of it. Orson is learning to fence and dance, to towards the raising and improving of these pasplease and fight for his mistress; and Walter sions is, in comparison, but cold, or lukewarm preparing fine horses, and a jingling chariot, at the best. There is, besides, a certain elevato enchant her. All persons concerned will tion of soul, a sedate magnanimity, and a noble appear at the next opera, where will begin the turn of virtue, that distinguishes the hero from wild-goose-chase; and I doubt Fabio will see the plain honest man, to which verse can only himself so overlooked for Orson or Walter, as raise us. The bold metaphors, and sounding to turn his eyes on the modest passion and be-numbers, peculiar to the poets, rouse up all our coming languor in the countenance of Diana; sleeping faculties, and alarm the whole powers it being my design to supply with the art of of the soul, much like that excellent trumpeter love, all those who preserve the sincere passion mentioned by Virgil:'

of it.

Will's Coffee-house, November 23.

An ingenious and worthy gentleman, my ancient friend,* fell into discourse with me this evening upon the force and efficacy which the writings of good poets have on the minds of their intelligent readers; and recommended to me his sense of the matter, thrown together in the following manner, which he desired me to communicate to the youth of Great Britain in my Essays. I choose to do it in his own words. I have always been of opinion,' says he, 'that virtue sinks deepest into the heart of man, when it comes recommended by the powerful charms of poetry. The most active principle in our mind is the imagination: to it a good poet makes his court perpetually, and by this faculty takes care to gain it first. Our passions and inclinations come over next; and our reason surrenders itself, with pleasure, in the end. Thus, the whole soul is insensibly betrayed into morality, by bribing the fancy with beautiful and agreeable images of those

* Probably Dr. Thomas Walker, head schoolmaster at the Chartreux, where Steel and Addison were his scholars, or perhaps Dr. Ellis, then master of the Char

treux.

Quo non præstantior alter
Ere ciere viros, Martemque accendere cantu.
Virg. En. vi. 165.

-None so renowned
With breathing brass to kindle fierce alarms.

Dryden.

I fell into this train of thinking this evening upon reading a passage in a masque writ by Milton, where two brothers arc introduced seeking their sister, whom they had lost in a dark night and thick wood. One of the brothers is apprehensive lest the wandering virgin should be overpowered with fears, through the darkness and loneliness of the time and place. This gives the other occasion to make the following reflections, which, as I read them, made me forget my age, and renewed in me the warm desires after virtue, so natural to uncorrupted youth.

* Milton's 'Comus' was founded on the following realstory: The earl of Bridgewater being president of Wales, in 1634, had his residence at Ludlow Castle, in Shrop sire; Lord Bracly and Mr. Egerton, his sons, and lady Alice Egerton, his daughter, passing through a place called the Hay-wood Forest, in Herefordshire, were benighted, and the lady was for some short time lost. This accident being related to their father upon their arrival at his castle, furnished a subject which Milton wrought into one of the finest poems of the kind in any language.

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