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of an epic allegory, the plain, literal sense ought to appear probable. The story should be such as an ordinary reader may acquiesce in, whatever natural, moral, or political truth may be discov ered in it by men of greater penetration.

No. 316.] MONDAY, MARCH 3, 1711-12.
Libertas; quæ sera, tamen respexit inertem.

VIRG., Ecl. i. 28
Freedom, which came at length, though slow to come.
DRYDEN.

“MR. SPECTATOR,

Satan, after having long wandered upon the surface or outmost wall of the universe, discovers at last a wide gap in it, which led into the crea- "If you ever read a letter which is sent with tion, and is described as the opening through the more pleasure for the reality of its complaints, which the angels pass to and fro into the lower this may have reason to hope for a favorable acworld, upon their errands to mankind. His sit-ceptance; and if time be the most irretrievable ting upon the brink of this passage, and taking a survey of the whole face of nature that appeared to him new and fresh in all its beauties, with the simile illustrating the circumstance, fills the mind of the reader with as surprising and glorious an idea as any that arises in the whole poem. He looks down into that vast hollow of the universe with the eye, or (as Milton calls it in his first book) with the ken of an angel. He surveys all the wonders in the immense amphitheater that lies between both the poles of heaven, and takes in at one view the whole round of the creation.

loss, the regrets which follow will be thought, I hope, the most justifiable. The regaining of my liberty from a long state of indolence and inacti vity, and the desire of resisting the further encroachments of idleness, make me apply to you; and the uneasiness with which I recollect the past years, and the apprehension with which I expect the future, soon determine me to it. Idleness is so general a distemper, that I cannot but imagine a speculation on this subject will be of universal use. There is hardly any one person without some alloy of it; and thousands beside myself His flight between the several worlds that spend more time in an idle uncertainty which to shone on every side of him, with the particular begin first of two affairs, than would have been description of the sun, are set forth in all the wan-sufficient to have ended them both. The occasion tonness of a luxuriant imagination. His shape, of this seems to be the want of some necessary speech, and behavior upon his transforming him-employment, to put the spirits in motion, and self into an angel of light, are touched with exquisite beauty. The poet's thoughts of directing Satan to the sun, which, in the vulgar opinion of mankind, is the most conspicuous part of the creation, and the placing in it an angel, is a cir-sures; but now one face of indolence overspreads cumstance very finely contrived, and the more adjusted to a poetical probability, as it was a received doctrine among the most famous philosophers, that every orb had its intelligence; and as an apostle in sacred writ is said to have seen such an angel in the sun. In the answer which this augel returns to the disguised evil spirit, there is such a becoming majesty as is altogether suitable to a superior being. The part of it in which he represents himself as present at the creation, is very uoble in itself, and not only proper where it is introduced, but requisite to prepare the reader for what follows in the seventh book:

"I saw when at his word the formless mass,
This world's material mould, came to a heap:
Confusion heard his voice, and wild Uproar
Stood rul'd, stood vast infinitude confin'd,
Till at his second bidding Darkness fled,
Light shone," etc.

In the following part of the speech he points out the earth with such circumstances, that the reader can scarce forbear fancying himself employed on the same distant view of it:

"Look downward on that globe, whose hither side
With light from hence, though but reflected, shines:
That place is earth, the seat of man, that light
His day," etc.

I must not conclude my reflections upon this third book of Paradise Lost, without taking notice of that celebrated complaint of Milton with which it opens, and which certainly deserves all the praises that have been given it; though, as I have before hinted, it may rather be looked upon as an excrescence, than as an essential part of the poem. The same observation might be applied to that beautiful digression upon hypocrisy in the same book.

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awaken them out of their lethargy. If I had less leisure, I should have more; for I should then find my time distinguished into portions, some for business, and others for the indulging of pleathe whole, and I have no landmark to direct myself by. Were one's time a little straitened by business, like water inclosed in its banks, it would have some determined course; but unless it be put into some channel it has no current, but be comes a deluge without either use or motion.

"When Scanderbeg, Prince of Epirus, was dead, the Turks, who had but too often felt the force of his arm in the battles he had won from them, imagined that by wearing a piece of his bones near their heart, they should be animated with a vigor and force like to that which inspired him when living. As I am like to be but of little use while I live, I am resolved to do what good I can after my decease; and have accordingly ordered my bones to be disposed of in this manner for the good of my countrymen, who are troubled with too exorbitant a degree of fire. All fox-hunters, upon wearing me, would in a short time be brought to endure their beds in a morning, and perhaps even quit them with regret at ten. Instead of hurrying away to tease a poor animal, and run away from their own thoughts, a chair or a chariot would be thought the most desirable means of performing a remove from one place to ar other. I should be a cure for the unnatural desire of John Trot for dancing, and a specific to lessen the inclination Mrs. Fidget has to motion, and cause her always to give her approbation to the present place she is in. In fine, no Egyptian mummy was ever half so useful in physic, as I should be to these feverish constitutions, to repress the violent sallies of youth, and give each action its proper weight and repose.

"I can stifle any violent inclination, and oppose a torrent of anger, or the solicitations of revenge, with success. Indolence is a stream which flows slowly on, but yet undermines the foundation of every virtue. A vice of a more lively nature were a more desirable tyrant than this rust of the mind, which gives a tincture of its nature to every action of one's life. It were as little hazard to be lost in a storm, as to lie thus perpetually becalmed; and it is to no purpose to have

within one the seeds of a thousand good qualities, if we want the vigor and resolution necessary for the exerting them. Death brings all persons back to an equality; and this image of it, this slumber of the mind, leaves no difference between the greatest genius and the meanest understanding. A faculty of doing things remarkably praise worthy, thus concealed, is of no more use to the owner, than a heap of gold to the man who dares not use it.

"To-morrow, is still the fatal time when all is to be rectified. To-morrow comes, it goes, and still I please myself with the shadow, while I lose the reality: unmindful that the present time alone is ours, the future is yet unborn, and the past is dead, and can only live (as parents in their children) in the actions it has produced.

The time we live ought not to be computed by the number of years, but by the use that has been nade of it: thus, it is not the extent of ground, but the yearly rent which gives the value to the estate. Wretched and thoughtless creatures, in the only place where covetousness were a virtue, we turn prodigals! Nothing lies upon our hands with such uneasiness, nor have there been so many devices for any one thing, as to make it slide away imperceptibly and to no purpose. A shilling shall be hoarded up with care, while that which is above the price of an estate is flung away with disregard and contempt. There is nothing, now a-days, so much avoided as a solicitous improvement of every part of time; it is a report must be shunned as one tenders the name of a wit and a fine genius, and as one fears the dreadful character of a laborious plodder: but notwithstanding this, the greatest wits any age has produced thought far otherwise; for who can think either Socrates or Demosthenes lost any reputation, by their continued pains both in overcoming the defects and improving the gifts of nature? All are acquainted with the labor and assiduity with which Tully acquired his eloquence. Seneca in his letters to Lucilius assures him, there was not a day in which he did not either write something, or read and epitomize some good author; and I remember Pliny in one of his letters, where he gives an account of the various methods he used to fill up every vacancy of time, after several employments which he enumerates: 'sometimes,' says he, I hunt: but even then I carry with me a pocket-book, that while my servants are busied in disposing of the nets and other matters, I may be employed in something that may be useful to me in my studies; and that if I miss of my game, I may at the least bring home some of my own thoughts with me, and not have the mortification of having caught nothing all day.

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AUGUSTUS, a few minutes before his death, asked his friends who stood about him, if they thought he had acted his part well; and upon receiving such an answer as was due to his extraordinary merit, Let me then," says he, "go off the stage with your applause;" using the expression with which the Roman actors made their exit at the conclusion of a dramatic piece.* I could wish that men, while they are in health, would consider well the nature of the part they are engaged in, and what figure it will make in the minds of those they leave behind them, whether it was worth coming into the world for; whether it be suitable to a reasonable being; in short, whether it appears graceful in this life, or will turn to advantage in the next. Let the sycophant or the buffoon, the satirist, or the good companion, consider with himself, when his body shall be laid in the grave, and his soul pass into another state of existence, how much it will redound to his praise to have it said of him, that no man in England ate better, that he had an admirable talent at turning his friends into ridicule, that nobody outdid him at an ill-natured jest, or that he never went to bed before he had dispatched his third bottle. These are, however, very common funeral orations, and eulogiums on deceased persons who have acted among mankind with some figure and reputation.

But if we look into the bulk of our species, they are such as are not likely to be remembered a moment after their disappearance. They leave behind them no traces of their existence, but are forgotten as though they had never been. They are neither wanted by the poor, regretted by the rich, nor celebrated by the learned. They are neither missed in the commonwealth, nor lamented by private persons. Their actions are of no significancy to mankind, and might have been performed by creatures of much less dignity than those who are distinguished by the faculty of reason. An eminent French author speaks somewhere to the following purpose: I have often seen from my chamber-window two noble creatures, both of them of an erect countenance and endowed with reason. These two intellectual beings are employed from morning to night in rubbing two smooth stones one upon another: that is, as the vulgar phrase is, in polishing marble.

"Thus, Sir, you see, how many examples I recall to mind, and what arguments I use with myself, to regain my liberty: but as I am afraid it is no ordinary persuasion that will be of service, I shall expect your thoughts on this subject with the greatest impatience, especially since the good will not be confined to me alone, but will be of universal use. For there is no hope of amendment where men are pleased with their ruin, and while they think laziness is a desirable character; My friend, Sir Andrew Freeport, as we were whether it be that they like the state itself, or that sitting in the club last night, gave us an account they think it gives them a new luster when they of a sober citizen, who died a few days since. do exert themselves, seemingly to be able to do This honest man of greater consequence in his that without labor and application, which others own thoughts than in the eye of the world, had attain to but with the greatest diligence.

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I am, Sir,

"Your most obliged, humble Servant,

"SAMUEL SLACK."

for some years past kept a journal of his life. Sir Andrew showed us one week of it. Since the occurrences set down in it mark out such a road of

*Vos valete et plaudite.

action as that I have been speaking of, I shall present my reader with a faithful copy of it; after having first informed him, that the deceased person had in his youth been bred to trade, but finding himself not so well turned for business, he had for several years last past lived altogether upon a moderate annuity.*

Monday, eight o'clock. I put on my clothes, and walked into the parlor.

Nine o'clock, ditto. Tied my knee-strings and washed my hands.

Hours ten, eleven, and twelve. Smoked three pipes of Virginia. Read the Supplement and Daily Courant. Things go ill in the north. Nisby's opinion thereupon.

Mr. One o'clock in the afternoon. Chid Ralph for mislaying my tobacco box.

Two o'clock. Sat down to dinner. Mem. Too many plums and no suet.

From three to four. Took my afternoon's nap. From four to six. Walked into the fields. Wind S S. E.

From six to ten. At the club. Mr. Nisby's opinion about the peace.

Ten o'clock. Went to bed, slept sound.. Tuesday, being holiday, eight o'clock. Rose as usual.

Nine o'clock. Washed hands and face, shaved, put on my double-soled shoes.

Ten, eleven, twelve. Took a walk to Islington. One. Took a pot of Mother Cob's mild. Between two and three. Returned, dined on a knuckle of veal and bacon. Mem. Sprouts wanting.

Three. Nap as usual.

Two in the afternoon. Sat down to dinner. Loss of appetite. Small beer sour. Beef overcorned.

Three. Could not take my nap.

Four and five. Gave Ralph a box on the ear. Turned off my cook-maid. Sent a messenger to Sir Timothy. Mem. I did not go to the club tonight. Went to bed at nine o'clock.

Friday. Passed the morning in meditation upon Sir Timothy, who was with me a quarter before twelve.

Twelve o'clock. Bought a new head to my cane, and a tongue to my buckle. Drank a glass of purl to recover appetite.

Two and three. Dined and slept well.

From four to six. Went to the coffee-house. Met Mr. Nisby there. Smoked several pipes. Mr. Nisby of opinion that laced coffee is bad for the head.

Six o'clook. At the club as steward. Sat late. Twelve o'clock. Went to bed, dreamt that I drank small beer with the grand vizier.

Saturday. Waked at eleven, walked in the fields, wind N.E.

Twelve. Caught in a shower.

One in the afternoon. Returned home and dried myself.

Two. Mr. Nisby dined with me. First course, marrow-bones; second, ox-cheek, with a bottle of, Brooks and Hellier.

Three. Overslept myself.

Six. Went to the club. Like to have fallen into a gutter. Grand Vizier certainly dead.

I question not but the reader will be surprised to find the above-mentioned journalist taking so

From four to six Coffee-house. Read the news. much care of a life that was filled with such inA dish of twist. Grand vizier strangled. From six to ten. At the club. Mr. Nisby's account of the Great Turk.

considerable actions, and received so very small improvements; and yet if we look into the behavior of many whom we daily converse with, we shall find the most of their hours are taken up in those three important articles of eating, drinkWednesday, cight o'clock. Tongue of my shoe-ing, and sleeping. I do not suppose that man buckle broke. Hands but not face. loses his time, who is not engaged in public

Ten. Dream of the grand vizier. Broken sleep.

Nine. Paid off the butcher's bill. Mem. To be affairs, or in an illustrious course of action. On allowed for the last leg of mutton.

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From four to six. At the coffee-house. Advice from Smyrna that the grand vizier was first of all strangled, and afterward beheaded.

Six o'clock in the evening. Was half an hour in the club before anybody else came. Mr. Nisby of opinion that the grand vizier was not strangled the sixth instant.

Ten at night. Went to bed.

Slept without waking until nine the next morning.

Thursday, nine o'clock. Stayed within until

the contrary, I believe our hours may very often be more profitably laid out in such transactions as make no figure in the world, than in such as are apt to draw upon them the attention of mankind. One may become wiser and better by several methods of employing one's-self in secrecy and silence, and do what is laudable without noise or ostentation. I would, however, recom. mend to every one of my readers, the keeping a journal of their lives for one week, and setting down punctually their whole series of employ ment during that space of time. This kind of self examination would give them a true state of themselves, and incline them to consider seriously what they are about. One day would rectify the omissions of another, and make a man weigh all those indifferent actions, which, though they are easily forgotten, must certainly be accounted for.

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two o'clock for Sir Timothy; who did not bring No. 318.] WEDNESDAY, MARCH 5, 1711-12. me my annuity according to his promise.

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*This journal was, it may be, genuine, but certainly published here as a banter on a gentleman who was a member of a congregation of dissenters, commonly called Independents, where a Mr. Nesbit officiated at that time as minister. The curious may find information "satis superque," cerning Mr. Neslit, in John Dunton's account of his Life, Errors, and Opinions. The person who kept this insipid journal led just such a life as is described and ridiculed here, and was continually asking or quoting his pastor's opinion on every subject.

-Non omnia possumus omnes.-VIRG., Ecl. viii, 63. With different talents form'd, we variously excel.* "MR. SPECTATOR,

"A CERTAIN vice, which you have lately attacked, has not yet been considered by you as

*This motto is likewise prefixed to Spectator, No. 404. The original motto on this paper in folio was,

Rideat, et pulset lasciva decentius atas.
HOR. Ep. ii, 2, ult.
Lascivious age might better play the fool.

ceeded in the following manner. The next time that Escalus was alone with her, and repeated his importunity, the crafty Isabella looked on her fan with an air of great attention, as considering of what importance such a secret was to ber; and upon the repetition of a warm expression, she looked at him with an eye of fondness, and told him he was past that time of life which could make her fear he would boast of a lady's favor; then turned away her head, with a very well-acted confusion, which favored the escape of the aged Escalus. This adventure was matter of great pleasantry to Isabella and her spouse; and they had enjoyed it two days before Escalus could recollect himself enough to form the following letter:

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MADAM,

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believe a moment's weakness has not destroyed the esteem I had for you, which was confirmed by so many years of obstinate virtue. You have reason to rejoice that this did not happen within the observation of one of the young fellows, who would have exposed your weakness, and gloried in his own brutish inclinations.

growing so deep in the heart of man, that the affectation outlives the practice of it. You must have observed, that men who have been bred in arms preserve to the most extreme and feeble old age, a certain daring in their aspect. In like manner, they who have passed their time in gallantry and adventure, keep up, as well as they can, the appearance of it, and carry a petulant inclination to their last moments. Let this serve for a preface to a relation I am going to give you of an old beau in town, that has not only been amorous, and a follower of women in general, but also, in spite of the admonition of gray hairs, been from his sixty-third year to his present seventieth in an actual pursuit of a young lady, the wife of his friend, and a man of merit. The gay old Escalus has wit, good health, and is perfectly well-bred; but, from the fashion and man- "What happened the other day gives me ners of the court when he was in his bloom, has lively image of the inconsistency of human passuch a natural tendency to amorous adventure, sions and inclinations. We pursue what we are that he thought it would be an endless reproach denied, and place our affections on what is absent, to him to make no use of a familiarity he was though we neglected it when present. As long as allowed at a gentleman's house, whose good-hu- you refused my love, your refusal did so strongly mor and confidence exposed his wife to the ad- excite my passion, that I had not once the leisure dresses of any who should take it into their head to think of recalling my reason to aid me against to do him the good office. It is not impossible the design upon your virtue. But when that that Escalus might also resent that the husband virtue began to comply in my favor, my reason was particularly negligent of him; and though made an effort over my love, and let me see the he gave many intimations of a passion toward the baseness of my behavior in attempting a woman wife, the husband either did not see them, or put of honor. I own to you, it was not without the him to the contempt of overlooking them. In most violent struggle that I gained this victory the mean time Isabella (for so we shall call our over myself; nay I will confess my shame, and heroine), saw his passion, and rejoiced in it, as a acknowledge, I could not have prevailed but by foundation for much diversion, and an opportu-flight. However, Madam, I beg that you will nity of indulging herself in the dear delight of being admired, addressed to, and flattered, with no ill consequence to her reputation. This lady is of a free and disengaged behavior, ever in .good-humor, such as is the image of innocence with those who are innocent, and an encourageinent to vice with those who are abandoned. From this kind of carriage, and an apparent approbation of his gallantry, Escalus had frequent opportunities of laying amorous epistles in her way, fixing his eyes attentively upon her actions, of performing a thousand little offices which are neglected by the unconcerned, but are so many approaches toward happiness with the enamored. It was now, as is above hinted, almost the end of the seventh year of his passion, when Escalus, from general terms, and the ambiguous respect which criminal lovers retain in their addresses, began to bewail that his passion grew too violent for him to answer any longer for his behavior toward her, and that he hoped she would have consideration for his long and patient respect, to excuse the emotions of a heart now no longer under the direction of the unhappy owner of it. Such, for some months, had been the language of Escalus both in his talk and his letters to Isabella, who returned all the profusion of kind things which had been the collection of fifty years, I must not hear you; you will make me forget that you are a gentleman; I would not willingly lose you as a friend;' and the like expressions, which the skillful interpret to their own advantage, as well as knowing that a feeble denial is a modest assent. I should have told you, that Isabella, during the whole progress of this amour, communicated it to her husband; and that an account of Escalus's love was their usual entertainment after half a day's absence. Isabella, therefore, upon her lover's late more open assaults, with a smile told her husband she could hold out no longer, but that his fate was now come to a crisis. After she had explained herself a little further, with her husband's approbation she pro

"I am, Madam,

"Your most devoted, humble Servant." "Isabella, with the help of her husband, returned the following answer:

“SIR,

"I cannot but account myself a very happy woman, in having a man for a lover that can write so well, and give so good a turn to a disappointment. Another excellence you have above all other pretenders I have heard of; on occasions where the most reasonable men lose all their reason, you have yours most powerful. We have each of us to thank our genius, that the passion of one abated in proportion as that of the other grew violent. Does it not yet come into your head to imagine, that I knew my compliance was the greatest cruelty I could be guilty of toward you? In return for your long and faithful passion, I must let you know that you are old enough to become a little more gravity; but if you will leave me, and coquet it anywhere else, may your mistress yield.

T.

"ISABELLA."

No. 319.] THURSDAY, MARCH 6, 1711-12.
Quo teneam vultus mutantem protea nodo?
HOR. 1 Ep. i, 90.
Say while they change on thus, what chains can bind
These varying forms, this Proteus of the mind?

FRANCIS.

I HAVE endeavored in the course of my papers to do justice to the age, and have taken care as much as possible to keep myself a neuter between

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both sexes. I have neither spared the ladies out our friend took him for an officer in the guards, of complaisance, nor the men out of partiality; has proved to be an errant linen-draper.”* but notwithstanding the great integrity with which I have acted in this particular, I find self taxed with an inclination to favor my own half of the species. Whether it be that the women afford a more fruitful field for speculation, or whether they run more in my head than the men, I cannot tell; but I shall set down the charge as it is laid against me in the following letter:

"MR. SPECTATOR,

"I always make one among a company of young females, who peruse your speculations every morning. I am at present commissioned by our whole assembly to let you know, that we fear you are a little inclined to be partial toward your own sex. We must however acknowledge, with all due gratitude, that in some cases you have given us our revenge on the men, and done us justice. We could not easily have forgiven you several strokes in the dissection of the coquette's heart, if you had not, much about the same time, made a sacrifice to us of a beau's skull.

I am not now at leisure to give my opinion upon the hat and feather: however, to wipe off the present imputation, and gratify my female correspondent, I shall here print a letter which I lately received from a man of mode, who seems to have a very extraordinary genius in his way.

"SIR,

"I presume I need not inform you, that among men of dress it is a common phrase to say, Mr. Such-a-one has struck a bold stroke;' by which we understand, that he is the first man who has had courage enough to lead up a fashion. Accordingly, when our tailors take measure of us, they always demand, whether we will have a plain suit or strike a bold stroke?' I think I may without vanity say, that I have struck some of the boldest and most successful strokes of any man in Great Britain. I was the first that struck the long pocket about two years since: I was likewise the author of the frosted button, which when I saw the town come readily into, being resolved to strike while the iron was hot, I produced much about the same time the scollop flap, the knotted cravat, and made a fair push for the silver-clocked stocking.

"You may, however, Sir, please to remember, that not long since you attacked our hoods and commodes in such a manner, as to use your own expression, made very many of us ashamed to show our heads. We must therefore beg leave to "A few months after I brought up the modish represent to you, that we are in hopes, if you will jacket, or the coat with close sleeves. I struck please to make a due inquiry, the men in all ages this at first in a plain Doily; but that failing, I would be found to have been little less whimsical struck it a second time in blue camlet, and rein adorning that part than ourselves. The differ- peated the stroke in several kinds of cloth, until ent forms of their wigs, together with the various at last it took effect. There are two or three cocks of their hats, all flatter us in this opinion. young fellows at the other end of the town who "I had a humble servant last summer, who the have always their eye upon me, and answer me first time he declared himself was in a full-bot- stroke for stroke. I was once so unwary as to tomed wig: but the day after, to my no small sur-meution my fancy in relation to a new-fashioned prise, he accosted me in a thin natural one. I surtout before one of these gentlemen, who was received him, at this our second interview, as a disingenuous enough to steal my thought, and by perfect stranger, but was extremely confounded that means prevented my intended stroke. when his speech discovered who he was. I resolved, therefore, to fix his face in my memory for the future: but as I was walking in the park the same evening, he appeared to me in one of those wigs that I think you call a night-cap, which had "I must further inform you, if you will promise altered him more effectually than before. He after-to encourage, or at least to connive at me, that it ward played a couple of black riding wigs upon is my design to strike such a stroke the beginme with the same success, and, in short, assumed ning of the next month as shall surprise the whole a new face almost every day in the first month of town. his courtship..

"I observed afterward, that the variety of cocks into which he moulded his hat had not a little contributed to his impositions upon me.

"Yet, as if all these ways were not sufficient to distinguish their heads, you must doubtless, Sir, have observed, that great numbers of young fellows have, for several months last past, taken upon them to wear feathers.

"We hope, therefore, that these may with as much justice be called Indian princes, as you have styled a woman in a colored hood an Indian queen; and that you will in due time take these airy gentlemen into consideration.

We the more earnestly beg that you would put a stop to this practice, since it has already lost us one of the most agreeable members of our society, who, after having refused several good estates, and two titles, was lured from us last week by a mixed feather.

"I am ordered to present you with the respects of our whole company, and am, Sir,

"Your very humble Servant,
"DORINDA."

"Note. The person wearing the feather, though

"I have a design this spring to make very con siderable innovations in the waistcoat; and have already begun with a coup d'essai upon the sleeves, which has succeeded very well.

"I do not think it prudent to acquaint you with all the particulars of my intended dress; but will only tell you, as a sample of it, that I shall very speedily appear at White's in a cherry-colored hat. I took this hint from the ladies' hoods, which I look upon as the boldest stroke that sex has struck for these hundred years last past. "I am, Sir,

"Your most obedient, most humble Servant, "WILL SPRIGHTLY."

I have not time at present to make any reflections on this letter; but must not however omit that having shown it to Will Honeycomb, he desires to be acquainted with the gentleman who wrote it.t-X.

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