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Dryden English Gothick He Segrais 7 'Segrais has distinguished the Readers of Poetry, according to their Capacity of judging, into three Classes. [He might have said the same of Writers too, if he had pleased.] In the lowest Form he places those whom he calls Les Petits Esprits, such things as are our Upper-Gallery Audience in a Play-house; who like nothing but the Husk and Rind of Wit, prefer a Quibble, a Conceit, an Epigram, before solid Sense and elegant Expression: These are Mob Readers. If Virgil and Martial stood for Parliament-Men, we know already who would carry it. But though they make the greatest Appearance in the Field, and cry the loudest, the best on't is they are but a sort of French Huguenots, or Dutch Boors, brought over in Herds, but not Naturalized; who have not Lands of two Pounds per Annum in Parnassus, and therefore are not privileged to poll. Their Authors are of the same Level, fit to represent them on a Mountebank's Stage, or to be Masters of the Ceremonies in a Bear-garden: Yet these are they who have the most Admirers. But it often happens, to their Mortification, that as their Readers improve their Stock of Sense, (as they may by reading better Books, and by Conversation with Men of Judgment) they soon forsake them.'

I must not dismiss this Subject without 8 Lock Resemblance Opposition

Footnote 1: Essay concerning Human Understanding

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Footnote 2: 'If Wit has truly been defined as a Propriety of Thoughts and Words, then that definition will extend to all sorts of Poetry ... Propriety of Thought is that Fancy which arises naturally from the Subject, or which the Poet adapts to it. Propriety of Words is the cloathing of these Thoughts with such Expressions as are naturally proper to them.'

Albion and Albanius

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Footnote 4: 'The Art of Criticism: or the Method of making a Right Judgment upon Subjects of Wit and Learning. Translated from the best Edition of the French, of the Famous Father Bouhours, by a Person of Quality. In Four Dialogues.'

'Truth is the first Quality, and, as it were, the foundation of Thought; the fairest is the faultiest, or, rather, those which pass for the fairest, are not really so, if they want this Foundation.... I do not understand your Doctrine, replies Philanthus, and I can scarce persuade myself that a witty Thought should be always founded on Truth: On the contrary, I am of the opinion of a famous Critic (i.e. Vavassor in his book on Epigrams) that Falsehood gives it often all its Grace, and is, as it were, the Soul of it,'

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Footnote 5: Tout doit tendre au Bon Sens: mais pour y parvenir

Le chemin est glissant et penible a tenir.

Art. Poétique,

Aux dépens du Bon Sens gardez de plaisanter.

Art. Poétique

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Footnote 6: Æneid

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Footnote 7: Précieuses Hotel Rambouillet bon ton Æneid Georgics Æneid

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Footnote 8: Erratum without with

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№ 63

Saturday, May 12, 1711

Аддисон

Humano capiti cervicem pictor equinam

Jungere si velit et varías inducere plumas

Undique collatis membris, ut turpiter atrum

Desinat in piscem mulier formosa supernè;

Spectatum admissi risum teneatis amici?

Credite, Pisones, isti tabulæ fore librum

Persimilem, cujus, velut ægri somnia, vanæ

Finguntur species ...

Hor.

Falsehood the Region of False Wit The 1 Gothick Dullness Industry Caprice Altar Axes, Wings Eggs Anagrams

Acrosticks Acrosticks Chronograms

Tryphiodorus Lipogrammatist

Temple Rebus's Crambo Double Rhymes

European Punns Truth Wit False Wit Regions Falsehood

Mixed Wit Truth Falsehood

Falsehood Truth Truth

Wit Truth Heroic Poetry Tragedy Satyr Rhetorick Comedy Epigram Wit

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№ 64

Monday, May 14, 1711

Стил

... Hic vivimus Ambitiosa

Paupertate omnes ...

Juv.

You of 1

He Spain Portugal 2 Gazette.

Well, I see all the Foreign Princes are in good Health Postman Vienna Make us thankful, the Princes are all well Barcelona He does not speak but that the Country agrees very well with the new Queen 'That all this shall be well and truly performed, provided no foreign Potentate shall depart this Life within the Time above-mentioned.'

Austria

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№ 65

Tuesday, May 15, 1711

Стил

... Demetri teque Tigelli

Discipularum inter jubeo plorare cathedras.

Hor.

Spectator

The Fopling Flutter 1 Dorimant Harriot

Bellair Loveit An Over-grown Jade, with a Flasket of Guts before her How now, Double Tripe will lay his Life she is some awkward ill-fashioned Country Toad, who not having above four Dozen of Hairs on her Head, has adorned her Baldness with a large white Fruz, that she may look Sparkishly in the Forefront of the King's Box at an old Play

If he did not wait better I'll uncase you

Harriot Busie that she is so pleased with finding again, that she cannot chide her for being out of the way In what Struggle is my poor Mother yonder? See, see, her Head tottering, her Eyes staring, and her under Lip trembling she has more Wit than is usual in her Sex, and as much Malice, tho' she is as Wild as you would wish her and has a Demureness in her Looks that makes it so surprising! I think I might be brought to endure him, and that is all a reasonable Woman should expect in an Husband Dorimant Fopling makes the Women think the better of his Understanding, and judge more favourably of my Reputation. It makes him pass upon some for a Man of very good Sense, and me upon others for a very civil Person

Dorimant's is not such another Heathen in the Town, except the Shoemaker Drama There is never a Man in Town lives more like a Gentleman with his Wife than I do; I never mind her Motions; she never enquires into mine. We speak to one another civilly, hate one another heartily; and because it is Vulgar to Lye and Soak together, we have each of us our several Settle-Bed Soaking together Dorimant

At 2

Footnote 1: The Man of Mode Sir Fopling Flutter

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Footnote 2: Spectator Essay on Criticism This Day is publish'd An Essay on Criticism.

Printed for W. Lewis in Russell street Covent-Garden;

and Sold by W. Taylor, at the Ship in Pater Noster Row;

T. Osborn, in Gray's Inn near the Walks;

T. Graves, in St. James's Street;

and T. Morphew, near Stationers-Hall.

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№ 66

Wednesday, May 16, 1711

Стил

Motus doceri gaudet Ionicos

Matura Virgo, et fingitur artubus

Jam nunc, et incestos amores

De Tenero meditatur Ungui.

Hor.

To the Spectator.

Sir,

I Take the Freedom of asking your Advice in behalf of a Young Country Kinswoman of mine who is lately come to Town, and under my Care for her Education. She is very pretty, but you can't imagine how unformed a Creature it is. She comes to my Hands just as Nature left her, half-finished, and without any acquired Improvements. When I look on her I often think of the Belle Sauvage mentioned in one of your Papers. Dear Mr. Spectator, help me to make her comprehend the visible Graces of Speech, and the dumb Eloquence of Motion; for she is at present a perfect Stranger to both. She knows no Way to express her self but by her Tongue, and that always to signify her Meaning. Her Eyes serve her yet only to see with, and she is utterly a Foreigner to the Language of Looks and Glances. In this I fancy you could help her better than any Body. I have bestowed two Months in teaching her to Sigh when she is not concerned, and to Smile when she is not pleased; and am ashamed to own she makes little or no Improvement. Then she is no more able now to walk, than she was to go at a Year old. By Walking you will easily know I mean that regular but easy Motion, which gives our Persons so irresistible a Grace as if we moved to Musick, and is a kind of disengaged Figure, or, if I may so speak, recitative Dancing. But the want of this I cannot blame in her, for I find she has no Ear, and means nothing by Walking but to change her Place. I could pardon too her Blushing, if she knew how to carry her self in it, and if it did not manifestly injure her Complexion.

They tell me you are a Person who have seen the World, and are a Judge of fine Breeding; which makes me ambitious of some Instructions from you for her Improvement: Which when you have favoured me with, I shall further advise with you about the Disposal of this fair Forrester in Marriage; for I will make it no Secret to you, that her Person and Education are to be her Fortune.

I am, Sir,

Your very humble Servant

Celimene.

Sir, Being employed by Celimene to make up and send to you her Letter, I make bold to recommend the Case therein mentioned to your Consideration, because she and I happen to differ a little in our Notions. I, who am a rough Man, am afraid the young Girl is in a fair Way to be spoiled: Therefore pray, Mr. Spectator, let us have your Opinion of this fine thing called Fine Breeding; for I am afraid it differs too much from that plain thing called Good Breeding.

Your most humble Servant1.

Cleomira

Footnote 1: 33 53 The Siege of Damascus Calypso and Telemachus

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№ 67

Thursday, May 17, 1711

Баджелл 1

Saltare elegantius quam necesse est probæ.

Sal.

Lucian Dialogues 2 Rhea Jupiter Saturn. Homer Merion Fine Dancer; Greeks Trojans

Pyrrhus Lacedæmonians Greece Hormus French Brawl Asia Thessalian Homer Hesiod the Gods have bestowed Fortitude on some Men, and on others a Disposition for Dancing

Socrates Apollo

Change

Sir,

'I am a Man in Years, and by an honest Industry in the World have acquired enough to give my Children a liberal Education, tho' I was an utter Stranger to it my self. My eldest Daughter, a Girl of Sixteen, has for some time been under the Tuition of Monsieur Rigadoon, a Dancing-Master in the City; and I was prevailed upon by her and her Mother to go last Night to one of his Balls. I must own to you, Sir, that having never been at any such Place before, I was very much pleased and surprized with that Part of his Entertainment which he called French Dancing. There were several young Men and Women, whose Limbs seemed to have no other Motion, but purely what the Musick gave them. After this Part was over, they began a Diversion which they call Country Dancing, and wherein there were also some things not disagreeable, and divers Emblematical Figures, Compos'd, as I guess, by Wise Men, for the Instruction of Youth.

Among the rest, I observed one, which, I think, they call Hunt the Squirrel, in which while the Woman flies the Man pursues her; but as soon as she turns, he runs away, and she is obliged to follow.

The Moral of this Dance does, I think, very aptly recommend Modesty and Discretion to the Female Sex.

But as the best Institutions are liable to Corruptions, so, Sir, I must acquaint you, that very great Abuses are crept into this Entertainment. I was amazed to see my Girl handed by, and handing young Fellows with so much Familiarity; and I could not have thought it had been in the Child. They very often made use of a most impudent and lascivious Step called Setting, which I know not how to describe to you, but by telling you that it is the very reverse of Back to Back. At last an impudent young Dog bid the Fidlers play a Dance called Mol Patley3, and after having made two or three Capers, ran to his Partner, locked his Arms in hers, and whisked her round cleverly above Ground in such manner, that I, who sat upon one of the lowest Benches, saw further above her Shoe than I can think fit to acquaint you with. I could no longer endure these Enormities; wherefore just as my Girl was going to be made a Whirligig, I ran in, seized on the Child, and carried her home.

Sir, I am not yet old enough to be a Fool. I suppose this Diversion might be at first invented to keep up a good Understanding between young Men and Women, and so far I am not against it; but I shall never allow of these things. I know not what you will say to this Case at present, but am sure that had you been with me you would have seen matter of great Speculation.

I am

Yours, &c.

kissing Dances Will. Honeycomb

I Cowley's 4

Country Dancing

Постскриптум Friday

From the three Chairs in the Piazza, Covent-Garden.

May 16, 1711.

Sir

'As you are Spectator, I think we, who make it our Business to exhibit any thing to publick View, ought to apply our selves to you for your Approbation. I have travelled Europe to furnish out a Show for you, and have brought with me what has been admired in every Country through which I passed. You have declared in many Papers, that your greatest Delights are those of the Eye, which I do not doubt but I shall gratifie with as Beautiful Objects as yours ever beheld. If Castles, Forests, Ruins, Fine Women, and Graceful Men, can please you, I dare promise you much Satisfaction, if you will Appear at my Auction on Friday next. A Sight is, I suppose, as grateful to a Spectator, as a Treat to another Person, and therefore I hope you will pardon this Invitation from,

Sir,

Your most Obedient

Humble Servant,

J. Graham.

Footnote 1: Spectator Spectator Christianity as Old as the Creation Let Budgell charge low Grub-street on my quill,

And write whate'er he please, — except my Will.

'What Cato did, and Addison approved, cannot be wrong.'

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Footnote 2: Of Dancing 'of the Works of Lucian, translated from the Greek by several Eminent Hands, 1711.'

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Footnote 3: Moll Peatley

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Footnote 4: a Proposition for the Advancement of Experimental Philosophy, 'in foul weather it would not be amiss for them to learn to Dance, that is, to learn just so much (for all beyond is superfluous, if not worse) as may give them a graceful comportment of their bodies.'

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№ 68

Friday, May 18, 1711

Аддисон

Nos duo turba sumus ...

Ovid.

Tully Francis Bacon Confucius Grecian The Wisdom of the Son of 'That we should have many Well-wishers, but few 'Friends.'

Sweet Language will multiply Friends; and a fair-speaking Tongue will increase kind Greetings. Be in Peace with many, nevertheless have but one Counsellor of a thousand1.

If thou wouldst get a Friend, prove him first, and be not hasty to credit him: For some Man is a Friend for his own Occasion, and will not abide in the Day of thy Trouble. And there is a Friend, who being turned to Enmity and Strife will discover thy Reproach.

Some Friend is a Companion at the Table, and will not continue in the Day of thy Affliction: But in thy Prosperity he will be as thy self, and will be bold over thy Servants. If thou be brought low he will be against thee, and hide himself from thy Face.2

Separate thy self from thine Enemies, and take heed of thy Friends.

A faithful Friend is a strong Defence; and he that hath found such an one, hath found a Treasure. Nothing doth countervail a faithful Friend, and his Excellency is unvaluable. A faithful Friend is the Medicine of Life; and they that fear the Lord shall find him. Whoso feareth the Lord shall direct his Friendship aright; for as he is, so shall his Neighbour (that is, his Friend) be also.3

Forsake not an old Friend, for the new is not comparable to him: A new Friend is as new Wine; When it is old thou shalt drink it with Pleasure.4

Whoso casteth a Stone at the Birds frayeth them away; and he that upbraideth his Friend, breaketh Friendship. Tho' thou drawest a Sword at a Friend yet despair not, for there may be a returning to Favour: If thou hast opened thy Mouth against thy Friend fear not, for there may be a Reconciliation; except for Upbraiding, or Pride, or disclosing of Secrets, or a treacherous Wound; for, for these things every Friend will depart.5

Horace Epictetus Whoso discovereth Secrets, loseth his Credit, and shall never find a Friend to his Mind. Love thy Friend, and be faithful unto him; but if thou bewrayest his Secrets, follow no more after him: For as a Man hath destroyed his Enemy, so hast thou lost the Love of thy Friend; as one that letteth a Bird go out of his Hand, so hast thou let thy Friend go, and shalt not get him again: Follow after him no mere, for he is too far off; he is as a Roe escaped out of the Snare. As for a Wound it may be bound up, and after reviling there may be Reconciliation; but he that bewrayeth Secrets, is without Hope.6

Among Cicero Morum Comitas 7 Martial Difficilis, facilis, jucundus, acerbus es idem,

Nec tecum possum vivere, nec sine te.

In all thy Humours, whether grave or mellow,

Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant Fellow;

Hast so much Wit, and Mirth, and Spleen about thee,

There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

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Footnote 7: de Amicitiâ De Officiis 'difficile dicta est, quantopere conciliet animos hominum comitas, affabilitasque sermonia.'

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№ 69

Saturday, May 19, 1711

Аддисон

Hic segetes, illic veniunt felicius uvæ:

Arborei fœtus alibi, atque injussa virescunt

Gramina. Nonne vides, croceos ut Tmolus odores,

India mittit ebur, molles sua thura Sabæi?

At Chalybes nudi ferrum, virosaque Pontus

Castorea, Eliadum palmas Epirus equarum?

Continuo has leges æternaque fœdera certis

Imposuit Natura locis ...

Virg.

Royal-Exchange Englishman Emporium Japan London Great Mogul Czar of Muscovy Armenians Jews Dutchmen Dane Swede Frenchman

Andrew There Egypt Grand Cairo 1 Coptick

Degree Portugal Barbadoes: China Indian Philippick European Peru Indostan

Natural our 2 English China Japan America Indian Andrew France Persians Chinese Nor which 3 Britain

English Mahometans British

'Change Europe British

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№ 70

Monday, May 21, 1711

Аддисон

Interdum vulgus rectum videt.

Hor.

Conditions Molière Boileau

an 1 who 2 3

Homer Virgil Milton Martial Cowley

Chevey Chase England Ben Johnson Sir Philip Sidney Discourse of Poetry 4 I never heard the old Song of Piercy and Douglas, that I found not my Heart more moved than with a Trumpet; and yet it is sung by some blind Crowder with no rougher Voice than rude Stile; which being so evil apparelled in the Dust and Cobweb of that uncivil Age, what would it work trimmed in the gorgeous Eloquence of Pindar?

Homer Virgil Greece Persian Homer Grecian Asiatick At 5 English Scotch God save the King, and bless the Land

In Plenty, Joy, and Peace;

And grant henceforth that foul Debate

'Twixt Noblemen may cease.

Virgil's Rome Homer's Greece Valerius Flaccus Statius Romans Golden Fleece Wars of Thebes

The

English who 6 who 7 English Scotch English Scotch But Scotch English receive 8

This News was brought to Edinburgh,

Where Scotland's King did reign,

That brave Earl Douglas suddenly

Was with an Arrow slain.

O heavy News, King James did say,

Scotland can Witness be,

I have not any Captain more

Of such Account as he.

Like Tydings to King Henry came

Within as short a Space,

That Piercy of Northumberland

Was slain in Chevy-Chase.

Now God be with him, said our King,

Sith 'twill no better be,

I trust I have within my Realm

Five hundred as good as he.

Yet shall not Scot nor Scotland say

But I will Vengeance take,

And be revenged on them all

For brave Lord Piercy's Sake.

This Vow full well the King performed

After on Humble-down,

In one Day fifty Knights were slain,

With Lords of great Renown.

And of the rest of small Account

Did many Thousands dye, &c.

Scots Earl Douglas on a milk-white Steed,

Most like a Baron bold,

Rode foremost of the Company

Whose Armour shone like Gold.

One in single Fight. 9

Ere thus I will out-braved be,

One of us two shall dye;

I know thee well, an Earl thou art,

Lord Piercy, so am I.

But trust me, Piercy, Pity it were,

And great Offence, to kill

Any of these our harmless Men,

For they have done no Ill.

Let thou and I the Battle try,

And set our Men aside;

Accurst be he, Lord Piercy said,

By whom this is deny'd.

Scotch With that there came an Arrow keen

Out of an English Bow,

Which struck Earl Douglas to the Heart

A deep and deadly Blow.

Who never spoke more Words than these,

Fight on, my merry Men all,

For why, my Life is at an End,

Lord Piercy sees my Fall.

Merry Men Virgil's Æneid Camilla Tum sic exspirans, &c.

A gathering Mist overclouds her chearful Eyes;

And from her Cheeks the rosie Colour flies.

Then turns to her, whom, of her Female Train,

She trusted most, and thus she speaks with Pain.

Acca, 'tis past! He swims before my Sight,

Inexorable Death; and claims his Right.

Bear my last Words to Turnus, fly with Speed,

And bid him timely to my Charge succeed;

Repel the Trojans, and the Town relieve:

Farewel ...

Turnus Turnus's Lord Piercy sees my Fall.

... Vicisti, et victum tendere palmas

Ausonii videre ...

Piercy's Then leaving Life, Earl Piercy took

The dead Man by the Hand,

And said, Earl Douglas, for thy Life

Would I had lost my Land.

O Christ! my very heart doth bleed

With Sorrow for thy Sake;

For sure a more renowned Knight

Mischance did never take.

Taking the dead Man by the Hand Æneas's Lausus At vero ut vultum vidit morientis, et ora,

Ora modis Anchisiades, pallentia miris;

Ingemuit, miserans graviter, dextramque tetendit, &c.

The pious Prince beheld young Lausus dead;

He grieved, he wept; then grasped his Hand, and said,

Poor hapless Youth! What Praises can be paid

To worth so great ...

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№ 71

Tuesday, May 22, 1711

Стил

... Scribere jussit Amor.

Ovid.

Dryden Cymon Iphigenia Cymon He Whistled as he went, for want of Thought,

It happen'd on a Summer's Holiday,

That to the Greenwood-shade he took his Way;

His Quarter-staff, which he cou'd ne'er forsake,

Hung half before, and half behind his Back.

He trudg'd along unknowing what he sought,

And whistled as he went, for want of Thought.

By Chance conducted, or by Thirst constrain'd,

The deep recesses of the Grove he gain'd;

Where in a Plain, defended by the Wood,

Crept thro' the matted Grass a Crystal Flood,

By which an Alabaster Fountain stood:

And on the Margin of the Fount was laid,

(Attended by her Slaves) a sleeping Maid,

Like Dian, and her Nymphs, when, tir'd with Sport,

To rest by cool Eurotas they resort:

The Dame herself the Goddess well expressed,

Not more distinguished by her Purple Vest,

Than by the charming Features of her Face,

And even in Slumber a superior Grace:

Her comely Limbs composed with decent Care,

Her Body shaded with a slight Cymarr;

Her Bosom to the View was only bare:1

...

The fanning Wind upon her Bosom blows,

To meet the fanning Wind the Bosom rose;

The fanning Wind and purling Streams continue her Repose.

The Fool of Nature stood with stupid Eyes

And gaping Mouth, that testify'd Surprize,

Fix'd on her Face, nor could remove his Sight,

New as he was to Love, and Novice in Delight:

Long mute he stood, and leaning on his Staff,

His Wonder witness'd with an Idiot Laugh;

Then would have spoke, but by his glimmering Sense

First found his want of Words, and fear'd Offence:

Doubted for what he was he should be known,

By his Clown-Accent, and his Country Tone.

But Dryden verbatim 2 James James Betty Betty Betty James James Molly To Elizabeth ...

My Dear Betty, May 14, 1711.

Remember your bleeding Lover,

who lies bleeding at the ...

Where two beginning Paps were scarcely spy'd,

For yet their Places were but signify'd.

Wounds Cupid made with the Arrows he borrowed at the Eyes of Venus, which is your sweet Person.

Nay more, with the Token you sent me for my Love and Service offered to your sweet Person; which was your base Respects to my ill Conditions; when alas! there is no ill Conditions in me, but quite contrary; all Love and Purity, especially to your sweet Person; but all this I take as a Jest.

But the sad and dismal News which Molly brought me, struck me to the Heart, which was, it seems, and is your ill Conditions for my Love and Respects to you.

For she told me, if I came Forty times to you, you would not speak with me, which Words I am sure is a great Grief to me.

Now, my Dear, if I may not be permitted to your sweet Company, and to have the Happiness of speaking with your sweet Person, I beg the Favour of you to accept of this my secret Mind and Thoughts, which hath so long lodged in my Breast; the which if you do not accept, I believe will go nigh to break my Heart.

For indeed, my Dear, I Love you above all the Beauties I ever saw in all my Life.

The young Gentleman, and my Masters Daughter, the Londoner that is come down to marry her, sat in the Arbour most part of last Night. Oh! dear Betty, must the Nightingales sing to those who marry for Mony, and not to us true Lovers! Oh my dear Betty, that we could meet this Night where we used to do in the Wood!

Now, my Dear, if I may not have the Blessing of kissing your sweet Lips, I beg I may have the Happiness of kissing your fair Hand, with a few Lines from your dear self, presented by whom you please or think fit. I believe, if Time would permit me, I could write all Day; but the Time being short, and Paper little, no more from your never-failing Lover till Death, James ...

Dear Creature, Can you then neglect him who has forgot all his Recreations and Enjoyments, to pine away his Life in thinking of you?

When I do so, you appear more amiable to me than Venus does in the most beautiful Description that ever was made of her. All this Kindness you return with an Accusation, that I do not love you: But the contrary is so manifest, that I cannot think you in earnest. But the Certainty given me in your Message by Molly, that you do not love me, is what robs me of all Comfort. She says you will not see me: If you can have so much Cruelty, at least write to me, that I may kiss the Impression made by your fair Hand. I love you above all things, and, in my Condition, what you look upon with Indifference is to me the most exquisite Pleasure or Pain. Our young Lady, and a fine Gentleman from London, who are to marry for mercenary Ends, walk about our Gardens, and hear the Voice of Evening Nightingales, as if for Fashion-sake they courted those Solitudes, because they have heard Lovers do so. Oh Betty! could I hear these Rivulets murmur, and Birds sing while you stood near me, how little sensible should I be that we are both Servants, that there is anything on Earth above us. Oh! I could write to you as long as I love you, till Death it self.

James.

N.B. Ill-Conditions Coquetry Inconstancy

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Wednesday, May 23, 1711

Аддисон

... Genus immortale manet, multosque per annos

Stat fortuna Domus, et avi numerantur avorum.

Virg.

Everlasting Club

The another 1 By who 2

It which 2 Sede vacante

This Great Fire 3 This mentioned in my Lord Clarendon, who 2 Nemine Contradicente

Ben. Johnson's focus perennis esto They which 2

Their who 2 who 2 which 2

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№ 73

Thursday, May 24, 1711

Аддисон

... O Dea certé!

Virg.

But which 1 which 1

It 2

Idols Idol Idols Idols Ovid's Art of Love Idol

It Idols Milton's 3 Canaan Moloch Fire and Flames Baal Idol Apocrypha Chinese Idols

Idols Idols

Idol This Idol Chaucer 4

Idol Chaucer Clarinda Idols

Idol Apotheosis

Idol Idol

Woman Idol

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№ 74

Friday, May 25, 1711

Аддисон

... Pendent opera interrupta ...

Virg.

In Monday's Chevey-Chase the 1 Æneid

Philip Sidney I Philip Sidney sonorous; 2 Apparel gorgeous Elizabeth's

To drive the Deer with Hound and Horn

Earl Piercy took his Way;

The Child may rue that was unborn

The Hunting of that Day!

This 3 which took their rise 4 Audiet pugnas vilio parentum

Rara juventus.

Hor.

The stout Earl of Northumberland

A Vow to God did make,

His Pleasure in the Scotish Woods

Three Summers Days to take.

With fifteen hundred Bowmen bold,

All chosen Men of Might,

Who knew full well, in time of Need,

To aim their Shafts aright.

The Hounds ran swiftly thro' the Woods

The nimble Deer to take,

And with their Cries the Hills and Dales

An Eccho shrill did make.

... Vocat ingenti Clamore Cithseron

Taygetique canes, domitrixque Epidaurus equorum:

Et vox assensu nemorum ingeminata remugit.

Lo, yonder doth Earl Dowglas come,

His Men in Armour bright;

Full twenty Hundred Scottish Spears,

All marching in our Sight.

All Men of pleasant Tividale,

Fast by the River Tweed, etc.

Scotch Virgil Adversi campo apparent, hastasque reductis

Protendunt longe dextris; et spicula vibrant;

Quique altum Preneste viri, quique arva Gabinæ

Junonis, gelidumque Anienem, et roscida rivis

Hernica saxa colunt: ... qui rosea rura Velini,

Qui Terticæ horrentes rupes, montemque Severum,

Casperiamque colunt, Forulosque et flumen Himellæ:

Qui Tiberim Fabarimque bibunt ...

Earl Dowglas on a milk-white Steed,

Most like a Baron bold,

Rode foremost of the Company,

Whose Armour shone like Gold.

Our English Archers bent their Bows

Their Hearts were good and true;

At the first Flight of Arrows sent,

Full threescore Scots they slew.

They clos'd full fast on ev'ry side,

No Slackness there was found.

And many a gallant Gentleman

Lay gasping on the Ground.

With that there came an Arrow keen

Out of an English Bow,

Which struck Earl Dowglas to the Heart

A deep and deadly Blow.

Has inter voces, media inter talia verba,

Ecce viro stridens alis allapsa sagitta est,

Incertum quâ pulsa manu ...

Homer Virgil So thus did both those Nobles die,

Whose Courage none could stain:

An English Archer then perceived

The noble Earl was slain.

He had a Bow bent in his Hand,

Made of a trusty Tree,

An Arrow of a Cloth-yard long

Unto the Head drew he.

Against Sir Hugh Montgomery

So right his Shaft he set,

The Gray-goose Wing that was thereon

In his Heart-Blood was wet.

This Fight did last from Break of Day

Till setting of the Sun;

For when they rung the Evening Bell

The Battle scarce was done.

And with Earl Dowglas there was slain

Sir Hugh Montgomery,

Sir Charles Carrel, that from the Field

One Foot would never fly:

Sir Charles Murrel of Ratcliff too,

His Sister's Son was he;

Sir David Lamb, so well esteem'd,

Yet saved could not be.

Virgil ... Cadit et Ripheus justissimus unus

Qui fuit in Teucris et servantissimus æqui,

Diis aliter visum est ...

In English who 5 Witherington's ; though I am satisfied your little Buffoon Readers (who have seen that Passage ridiculed in Hudibras) will not be able to take the Beauty of it: For which Reason I dare not so much as quote it.

Then stept a gallant Squire forth,

Witherington was his Name,

Who said, I would not have it told

To Henry our King for Shame,

That e'er my Captain fought on Foot,

And I stood looking on.

Virgil Non pudet, O Rutuli, cunctis pro talibus unam

Objectare animam? numerone an viribus æqui

Non sumus ... ?

Next Day did many Widows come

Their Husbands to bewail;

They washed their Wounds in brinish Tears,

But all would not prevail.

Their Bodies bath'd in purple Blood,

They bore with them away;

They kiss'd them dead a thousand Times,

When they were clad in Clay.

Gothic Latin Virgil

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Saturday, May 26, 1711

Стил

Omnis Aristippum decuit color, et status, et res.

Hor.

Dorimant Fopling Dorimant 'Tis she, that lovely Hair, that easy Shape, those wanton Eyes, and all those melting Charms about her Mouth, which spoke of; I'll follow the Lottery, and put in for a Prize with my Friend In Love the Victors from the Vanquish'd fly;

They fly that wound, and they pursue that dye,

And you and Loveit to her Cost shall find

I fathom all the Depths of Womankind.

Loveit Fopling I, that I may Successful prove,

Transform my self to what you love.

The Wife will find a Diff'rence in our Fate,

You wed a Woman, I a good Estate.

Fine Gentleman

Dorimant Orange Wench Double Tripe Vocifer Vocifer

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Monday, May 28, 1711

Стил

Ut tu Fortunam, sic nos te, Celse, feremus.

Hor.

They Pharamond of France 1 'Pharamond, says my Author, was a Prince of infinite Humanity and Generosity, and at the same time the most pleasant and facetious Companion of his Time. He had a peculiar Taste in him (which would have been unlucky in any Prince but himself,) he thought there could be no exquisite Pleasure in Conversation but among Equals; and would pleasantly bewail himself that he always lived in a Crowd, but was the only man in France that never could get into Company. This Turn of Mind made him delight in Midnight Rambles, attended only with one Person of his Bed-chamber: He would in these Excursions get acquainted with Men (whose Temper he had a Mind to try) and recommend them privately to the particular Observation of his first Minister. He generally found himself neglected by his new Acquaintance as soon as they had Hopes of growing great; and used on such Occasions to remark, That it was a great Injustice to tax Princes of forgetting themselves in their high Fortunes, when there were so few that could with Constancy bear the Favour of their very Creatures.'

Pharamond 'Sir, You have twice what you desired, by the Favour of Pharamond; but look to it, that you are satisfied with it, for 'tis the last you shall ever receive. I from this Moment consider you as mine; and to make you truly so, I give you my Royal Word you shall never be greater or less than you are at present. Answer me not, (concluded the Prince smiling) but enjoy the Fortune I have put you in, which is above my own Condition; for you have hereafter nothing to hope or to fear.'

Eucrate

Pharamond Eucrate Pharamond Pharamond 'As he could take away a Man's Five Senses, he could give him an Hundred. The Man in Disgrace shall immediately lose all his natural Endowments, and he that finds Favour have the Attributes of an Angel.' He would carry it so far as to say, 'It should not be only so in the Opinion of the lower Part of his Court, but the Men themselves shall think thus meanly or greatly of themselves, as they are out or in the good Graces of a Court.'

Pharamond Pharamond

Footnote 1: Faramond

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Tuesday, May 29, 1711

Баджелл

Non convivere licet, nec urbe tota

Quisquam est tam propè tam proculque nobis.

Mart.

Will Honeycomb French a reveur a distrait Somerset Will. Virtuoso Will. Thames

I 1 Dryden Great Wit to Madness sure is near ally'd,

And thin Partitions do their Bounds divide.

Absent Absent

Ideas Euclid Paris

Puppet-Show Opera Hamlet Othello Will. Honeycomb mal a propos

Will Moll Hinton 'Why now there's my Friend (mentioning me by my Name) he is a Fellow that thinks a great deal, but never opens his Mouth; I warrant you he is now thrusting his short Face into some Coffee-house about 'Change. I was his Bail in the time of the Popish-Plot, when he was taken up for a Jesuit.'

Out of Sight out of Mind

Monsieur Bruyère an absent 2 'Menalcas (says that excellent Author) comes down in a Morning, opens his Door to go out, but shuts it again, because he perceives that he has his Night-cap on; and examining himself further finds that he is but half-shaved, that he has stuck his Sword on his right Side, that his Stockings are about his Heels, and that his Shirt is over his Breeches. When he is dressed he goes to Court, comes into the Drawing-room, and walking bolt-upright under a Branch of Candlesticks his Wig is caught up by one of them, and hangs dangling in the Air. All the Courtiers fall a laughing, but Menalcas laughs louder than any of them, and looks about for the Person that is the Jest of the Company. Coming down to the Court-gate he finds a Coach, which taking for his own, he whips into it; and the Coachman drives off, not doubting but he carries his Master. As soon as he stops, Menalcas throws himself out of the Coach, crosses the Court, ascends the Staircase, and runs thro' all the Chambers with the greatest Familiarity, reposes himself on a Couch, and fancies himself at home. The Master of the House at last comes in, Menalcas rises to receive him, and desires him to sit down; he talks, muses, and then talks again. The Gentleman of the House is tired and amazed; Menalcas is no less so, but is every Moment in Hopes that his impertinent Guest will at last end his tedious Visit. Night comes on, when Menalcas is hardly undeceived.

When he is playing at Backgammon, he calls for a full Glass of Wine and Water; 'tis his turn to throw, he has the Box in one Hand and his Glass in the other, and being extremely dry, and unwilling to lose Time, he swallows down both the Dice, and at the same time throws his Wine into the Tables. He writes a Letter, and flings the Sand into the Ink-bottle; he writes a second, and mistakes the Superscription: A Nobleman receives one of them, and upon opening it reads as follows: I would have you, honest Jack, immediately upon the Receipt of this, take in Hay enough to serve me the Winter. His Farmer receives the other and is amazed to see in it, My Lord, I received your Grace's Commands with an entire Submission to — If he is at an Entertainment, you may see the Pieces of Bread continually multiplying round his Plate: 'Tis true the rest of the Company want it, as well as their Knives and Forks, which Menalcas does not let them keep long. Sometimes in a Morning he puts his whole Family in an hurry, and at last goes out without being able to stay for his Coach or Dinner, and for that Day you may see him in every Part of the Town, except the very Place where he had appointed to be upon a Business of Importance. You would often take him for every thing that he is not; for a Fellow quite stupid, for he hears nothing; for a Fool, for he talks to himself, and has an hundred Grimaces and Motions with his Head, which are altogether involuntary; for a proud Man, for he looks full upon you, and takes no notice of your saluting him: The Truth on't is, his Eyes are open, but he makes no use of them, and neither sees you, nor any Man, nor any thing else: He came once from his Country-house, and his own Footman undertook to rob him, and succeeded: They held a Flambeau to his Throat, and bid him deliver his Purse; he did so, and coming home told his Friends he had been robbed; they desired to know the Particulars, Ask my Servants, says Menalcas, for they were with me.

Footnote 1: de Tranquill. Anim 'Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixturâ dementiæ'

Absalom and Achitophel

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Wednesday, May 30, 1711

Стил

Cum Talis sis, Utinam noster esses!

Cambridge

Sir,

'I Send you the inclosed, to be inserted (if you think them worthy of it) in your Spectators; in which so surprizing a Genius appears, that it is no Wonder if all Mankind endeavours to get somewhat into a Paper which will always live.

As to the Cambridge Affair, the Humour was really carried on in the Way I described it. However, you have a full Commission to put out or in, and to do whatever you think fit with it. I have already had the Satisfaction of seeing you take that Liberty with some things I have before sent you1.

Go on, Sir, and prosper. You have the best Wishes of

Sir, Your very Affectionate,

and Obliged Humble Servant.

Cambridge.

Mr, Spectator,

'You well know it is of great Consequence to clear Titles, and it is of Importance that it be done in the proper Season; On which Account this is to assure you, that the Club Of Ugly Faces was instituted originally at Cambridge in the merry Reign of King Charles II. As in great Bodies of Men it is not difficult to find Members enough for such a Club, so (I remember) it was then feared, upon their Intention of dining together, that the Hall belonging to Clarehall, (the ugliest then in the Town, tho' now the neatest) would not be large enough Handsomely to hold the Company. Invitations were made to great Numbers, but very few accepted them without much Difficulty. One pleaded that being at London in a Bookseller's Shop, a Lady going by with a great Belly longed to kiss him. He had certainly been excused, but that Evidence appeared, That indeed one in London did pretend she longed to kiss him, but that it was only a Pickpocket, who during his kissing her stole away all his Money. Another would have got off by a Dimple in his Chin; but it was proved upon him, that he had, by coming into a Room, made a Woman miscarry, and frightened two Children into Fits. A Third alledged, That he was taken by a Lady for another Gentleman, who was one of the handsomest in the University; But upon Enquiry it was found that the Lady had actually lost one Eye, and the other was very much upon the Decline. A Fourth produced Letters out of the Country in his Vindication, in which a Gentleman offered him his Daughter, who had lately fallen in Love with him, with a good Fortune: But it was made appear that the young Lady was amorous, and had like to have run away with her Father's Coachman, so that it was supposed, that her Pretence of falling in Love with him was only in order to be well married. It was pleasant to hear the several Excuses which were made, insomuch that some made as much Interest to be excused as they would from serving Sheriff; however at last the Society was formed, and proper Officers were appointed; and the Day was fix'd for the Entertainment, which was in Venison Season. A pleasant Fellow of King's College (commonly called Crab from his sour Look, and the only Man who did not pretend to get off) was nominated for Chaplain; and nothing was wanting but some one to sit in the Elbow-Chair, by way of President, at the upper end of the Table; and there the Business stuck, for there was no Contention for Superiority there. This Affair made so great a Noise, that the King, who was then at Newmarket, heard of it, and was pleased merrily and graciously to say, He could not Be There himself, but he would Send them a Brace of Bucks.

I would desire you, Sir, to set this Affair in a true Light, that Posterity may not be misled in so important a Point: For when the wise Man who shall write your true History shall acquaint the World, That you had a Diploma sent from the Ugly Club at Oxford, and that by vertue of it you were admitted into it, what a learned Work will there be among future Criticks about the Original of that Club, which both Universities will contend so warmly for? And perhaps some hardy Cantabrigian Author may then boldly affirm, that the Word Oxford was an interpolation of some Oxonian instead of Cambridge. This Affair will be best adjusted in your Life-time; but I hope your Affection to your Mother will not make you partial to your Aunt.

To tell you, Sir, my own Opinion: Tho' I cannot find any ancient Records of any Acts of the Society of the Ugly Faces, considered in a publick Capacity; yet in a private one they have certainly Antiquity on their Side. I am perswaded they will hardly give Place to the Lowngers, and the Lowngers are of the same Standing with the University itself.

Tho' we well know, Sir, you want no Motives to do Justice, yet I am commission'd to tell you, that you are invited to be admitted ad eundem at Cambridge; and I believe I may venture safely to deliver this as the Wish of our Whole University.'

To Mr. Spectator.

The humble Petition of Who and Which.

Sheweth,

'That your Petitioners being in a forlorn and destitute Condition, know not to whom we should apply ourselves for Relief, because there is hardly any Man alive who hath not injured us. Nay, we speak it with Sorrow, even You your self, whom we should suspect of such a Practice the last of all Mankind, can hardly acquit your self of having given us some Cause of Complaint. We are descended of ancient Families, and kept up our Dignity and Honour many Years, till the Jack-sprat THAT supplanted us. How often have we found ourselves slighted by the Clergy in their Pulpits, and the Lawyers at the Bar? Nay, how often have we heard in one of the most polite and august Assemblies in the Universe, to our great Mortification, these Words, That That that noble Lord urged; which if one of us had had Justice done, would have sounded nobler thus, That Which that noble Lord urged. Senates themselves, the Guardians of British Liberty, have degraded us, and preferred That to us; and yet no Decree was ever given against us. In the very Acts of Parliament, in which the utmost Right should be done to every Body, Word and Thing, we find our selves often either not used, or used one instead of another. In the first and best Prayer Children are taught, they learn to misuse us: Our Father Which art in Heaven, should be, Our Father Who art in Heaven; and even a Convocation after long Debates, refused to consent to an Alteration of it. In our general Confession we say, — Spare thou them, O God, Which confess their Faults, which ought to be, Who confess their Faults. What Hopes then have we of having Justice done so, when the Makers of our very Prayers and Laws, and the most learned in all Faculties, seem to be in a Confederacy against us, and our Enemies themselves must be our Judges.'

The Spanish Proverb says,

Il sabio muda consejo, il necio no;

i. e. A wise Man changes his Mind, a Fool never will.

So that we think You, Sir, a very proper Person to address to, since we know you to be capable of being convinced, and changing your Judgment. You are well able to settle this Affair, and to you we submit our Cause. We desire you to assign the Butts and Bounds of each of us; and that for the future we may both enjoy our own. We would desire to be heard by our Counsel, but that we fear in their very Pleadings they would betray our Cause: Besides, we have been oppressed so many Years, that we can appear no other way, but in forma pauperis. All which considered, we hope you will be pleased to do that which to Right and Justice shall appertain.

And your Petitioners, &c.

Footnote 1: No. 54. Know, Eusden thirsts no more for sack or praise;

He sleeps among the dull of ancient days.

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Thursday, May 31, 1711

Стил

Oderunt peccare boni virtutis amore.

Hor.

Mr. Spectator,

'I am Young, and very much inclin'd to follow the Paths of Innocence: but at the same time, as I have a plentiful Fortune, and of Quality, I am unwilling to resign the Pleasures of Distinction, some little Satisfaction in being Admired in general, and much greater in being beloved by a Gentleman, whom I design to make my Husband. But I have a mind to put off entering into Matrimony till another Winter is over my Head, which, (whatever, musty Sir, you may think of the Matter) I design to pass away in hearing Music, going to Plays, Visiting, and all other Satisfactions which Fortune and Youth, protected by Innocence and Virtue, can procure for, '

Sir,

Your most humble Servant,

M. T.

'My Lover does not know I like him, therefore having no Engagements upon me, I think to stay and know whether I may not like any one else better.'

Will. Honeycomb A Woman seldom writes her Mind but in her Postscript.

Eudosia! Eudosia Eudosia Flavia

Hecatissa

Mr. Spectator,

"I Write this to acquaint you, that very many Ladies, as well as myself, spend many Hours more than we used at the Glass, for want of the Female Library of which you promised us a Catalogue. I hope, Sir, in the Choice of Authors for us, you will have a particular Regard to Books of Devotion. What they are, and how many, must be your chief Care; for upon the Propriety of such Writings depends a great deal. I have known those among us who think, if they every Morning and Evening spend an Hour in their Closet, and read over so many Prayers in six or seven Books of Devotion, all equally nonsensical, with a sort of Warmth, (that might as well be raised by a Glass of Wine, or a Drachm of Citron) they may all the rest of their time go on in whatever their particular Passion leads them to. The beauteous Philautia, who is (in your Language) an Idol, is one of these Votaries; she has a very pretty furnished Closet, to which she retires at her appointed Hours: This is her Dressing-room, as well as Chapel; she has constantly before her a large Looking-glass, and upon the Table, according to a very witty Author,

Together lye her Prayer-book and Paint,

At once t' improve the Sinner and the Saint.

It must be a good Scene, if one could be present at it, to see this Idol by turns lift up her Eyes to Heaven, and steal Glances at her own dear Person. It cannot but be a pleasing Conflict between Vanity and Humiliation. When you are upon this Subject, choose Books which elevate the Mind above the World, and give a pleasing Indifference to little things in it. For want of such Instructions, I am apt to believe so many People take it in their Heads to be sullen, cross and angry, under pretence of being abstracted from the Affairs of this Life, when at the same time they betray their Fondness for them by doing their Duty as a Task, and pouting and reading good Books for a Week together. Much of this I take to proceed from the Indiscretion of the Books themselves, whose very Titles of Weekly Preparations, and such limited Godliness, lead People of ordinary Capacities into great Errors, and raise in them a Mechanical Religion, entirely distinct from Morality. I know a Lady so given up to this sort of Devotion, that tho' she employs six or eight Hours of the twenty-four at Cards, she never misses one constant Hour of Prayer, for which time another holds her Cards, to which she returns with no little Anxiousness till two or three in the Morning. All these Acts are but empty Shows, and, as it were, Compliments made to Virtue; the Mind is all the while untouched with any true Pleasure in the Pursuit of it. From hence I presume it arises that so many People call themselves Virtuous, from no other Pretence to it but an Absence of Ill. There is Dulcianara is the most insolent of all Creatures to her Friends and Domesticks, upon no other Pretence in Nature but that (as her silly Phrase is) no one can say Black is her Eye. She has no Secrets, forsooth, which should make her afraid to speak her Mind, and therefore she is impertinently Blunt to all her Acquaintance, and unseasonably Imperious to all her Family. Dear Sir, be pleased to put such Books in our Hands, as may make our Virtue more inward, and convince some of us that in a Mind truly virtuous the Scorn of Vice is always accompanied with the Pity of it. This and other things are impatiently expected from you by our whole Sex; among the rest by,

Sir,

Your most humble Servant,'

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Friday, June 1, 1711

Стил

Cœlum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.

Hor.

Cheapside, London Brunetta Phillis Phillis

May Sunday

Phillis West-Indian American Phillis Brunetta Brunetta Phillis Barbadoes Brunetta Brunetta Phillis Brunetta Phillis Brunetta Phillis's Brunetta Phillis Brunetta Brunetta Phillis Phillis Plymouth

Postscript

To Mr. Spectator.

The just Remonstrance of affronted That.

'Tho' I deny not the Petition of Mr. Who and Which, yet You should not suffer them to be rude and call honest People Names: For that bears very hard on some of those Rules of Decency, which You are justly famous for establishing. They may find fault, and correct Speeches in the Senate and at the Bar: But let them try to get themselves so often and with so much Eloquence repeated in a Sentence, as a great Orator doth frequently introduce me.

My Lords! (says he) with humble Submission, That that I say is this; that, That that that Gentleman has advanced, is not That, that he should have proved to your Lordships. Let those two questionary Petitioners try to do thus with their Who's and their Whiches.

What great advantage was I of to Mr. Dryden in his Indian Emperor,

You force me still to answer You in That,

to furnish out a Rhyme to Morat? And what a poor Figure would Mr. Bayes have made without his Egad and all That? How can a judicious Man distinguish one thing from another, without saying This here, or That there? And how can a sober Man without using the Expletives of Oaths (in which indeed the Rakes and Bullies have a great advantage over others) make a Discourse of any tolerable Length, without That is; and if he be a very grave Man indeed, without That is to say? And how instructive as well as entertaining are those usual Expressions in the Mouths of great Men, Such Things as That and The like of That.

I am not against reforming the Corruptions of Speech You mention, and own there are proper Seasons for the Introduction of other Words besides That; but I scorn as much to supply the Place of a Who or a Which at every Turn, as they are unequal always to fill mine; And I expect good Language and civil Treatment, and hope to receive it for the future: That, that I shall only add is, that I am,

Yours,

That.'

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Посвящение ко второму тому в оригинальном издании

To The Right Honourable

Charles Lord Hallifax1.

My Lord,

My Lord,

Your Lordship's

Most Obliged,

Most Obedient, and

Most Humble Servant,

The Spectator.

Footnote 1: Spectators

Hind and Panther

Spectator

"He became proud even to insolence. Old companions ... hardly knew their friend Charles in the great man who could not forget for one moment that he was First Lord of the Treasury, that he was Chancellor of the Exchequer, that he had been a Regent of the kingdom, that he had founded the Bank of England, and the new East India Company, that he had restored the Currency, that he had invented the Exchequer Bills, that he had planned the General Mortgage, and that he had been pronounced, by a solemn vote of the Commons, to have deserved all the favours which he had received from the Crown. It was said that admiration of himself and contempt of others were indicated by all his gestures, and written in all the lines of his face."

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Saturday, June 2, 1711

Аддисон

Qualis ubi audito venantum murmure Tigris

Horruit in maculas ...

Statins.

Hay-Market Amazons

Rosalinda Rosalinda Rosalinda Nigranilla

This Cowley ... She swells with angry Pride,

And calls forth all her Spots on ev'ry Side1.

Spectator

Romans Sabines

British Greeks Olympick Greece

As English proper 2 Romans English

Since Pericles 3 Athenians Lacedæmonians 'And as for you (says he) I shall advise you in very few Words: Aspire only to those Virtues that are peculiar to your Sex; follow your natural Modesty, and think it your greatest Commendation not to be talked of one way or other'.

Footnote 1: Davideis