and smells, heat and cold, but that man, while he is conversant in the lower stations of nature, might have his mind cheared and delighted with agreeable sensations? In short, the whole universe is a kind of theatre filled with objects that either raise in us pleasure, amusement, or admiration. The reader's own thoughts will suggest to him the vicissitude of day and night, the change of seasons, with all that variety of scenes which diversify the face of nature, and fill the mind with a perpetual succession of beautiful and pleasing images. I shall not here mention the several entertainments of art, with the pleasures of friendship, books, conversation, and other accidental diversions of life, because I would only take notice of such incitements to a chearful temper, as offer themselves to persons of all ranks and conditions, and which may sufficiently show us that providence did not design this world should be filled with murmurs and repinings, or that the heart of man should be involved in gloom and melancholy. I the more inculcate this chearfulness of temper, as it is a virtue in which our countrymen are observed to be more deficient than any other nation. Melancholy is a kind of demon that haunts our island, and often conveys herself to us in an easterly wind. A celebrated French novelist, in opposition to those who begin their romances with the flowery season of the year, enters on the story thus: In the gloomy month of November, when the people of England hang and drown themselves, a disconsolate lover walked out into the fields, &c. Every one ought to fence against the temper of his climate or constitution, and frequently to indulge in himself those considerations which may give him a serenity of mind, and enable him to bear up chearfully against those little evils and misfortunes which are common to human nature, and which by a right improvement of them will produce a satiety of joy, and an uninterrupted happiness. At At the same time that I would engage my reader to consider the world in its most agreeable lights, I must own there are many evils which naturally spring up amidst the entertainments that are provided for us; but these, if rightly considered, should be far from overcasting the mind with sorrow, or destroying that chearfulness of temper which I have been recommending. This interspersion of evil with good, and pain with ́pleasure, in the works of nature, is very truly ascribed by Mr. LOCKE, in his Essay on Human Understanding, to a moral reason, in the following words: Beyond all this, we may find another reason why God bath scattered up and down several degrees of pleasure and pain, in all the things that environ and affect us, ' and blended them together, in almost all that our thoughts and senses have to do with; that we finding imperfection, dissatisfaction, and want of complete happiness in all the enjoyments which the creatures can afford us, might be led to seek it in the enjoyment of Him,' with whom there is fulness of joy, and at whose right hand are pleasures for evermore. L. No. 388. MONDAY, MAY 26, 1712. --Tibi res antiquæ laudis & artis VIRG. GEORG. ii. 174. "For thee I dare unlock the sacred spring, A PARAPHRASE ON THE SECOND CHAPTER OF THE MR. SPECTATOR, IT is my custom, when I read your Papers, to read over the quotations in the authors from whence you take them. As you mentioned a passage lately out of the second chapter of Solomon's Song *, it occasioned my looking into it; and upon reading it I thought the ideas so exquisitely soft and tender, that I could not help making this paraphrase. of it; which, now it is done, I can as little forbear sending to you. Some marks of your approbation, which I have already received, have given me so sensible a taste of them, that I cannot forbear endeavouring after them as often as I can with any appearance of success. I am, SIR, Your most obedient humble servant.' * See No. 327. THE THE SECOND CHAPTER OF SOLOMON'S SONG. I. "As when on Sharon's field the blushing rose The fragrant odours through the air; Does o'er each flow'r with beauteous pride prevail, And whitest lilies to my beauties yield. Then fairest flow'rs with studious art combine, The roses with the lilies join, And their united charms are less than mine. 11. "As much as fairest lilies can surpass So does my LOVE the virgins' eyes invite: III. "Beneath his pleasing shade My wearied limbs at ease I laid, And on his fragrant boughs reclin'd my head. I pull'd the golden fruit with eager haste; With gentle ecstasies he fill'd my soul ; And o'er my head he hung the banners of his LovE. IV. IV. "I faint! I die! my lab'ring breast With t' other press me in a chaste embrace. V. "I charge you, nymphs of Sion, as you go Be only gentle Zephyrs there, To keep off each intruding sound: And when the balmy slumber leaves his eyes, VI. "But see! he comes! with what majestic gait He onward bears his lovely state! Now through the lattice he appears, No more we fear the northern blast: No storms nor threat'ning clouds appear; No falling rains deform the year. My love admits of no delay, Arise, my fair, and come away. VII. "Already, see! the teeming earth Brings forth the flow'rs, her beauteous birth. The |