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Majesty's subjects were no more to be abused by water than by land.
We were now arrived at Spring Garden, which is exquisitely pleasant at this time of year. When I considered the fragrancy of the walks and bowers, 5 with the choirs of birds that sang upon the trees, and the loose tribe of people that walked under their shades, I could not but look upon the place as a kind of Mahometan paradise. Sir Roger told me it put him in mind of a little coppice by his house in the country, which his chaplain used to call an aviary of nightingales. “You must understand,” says the Knight, “there is nothing in the world that pleases a man in love so much as your nightingale. Ah, Mr. Spectator! the many moonlight nights that I have walked by myself, and thought on the Widow by the music of the nightingales!” He here fetched a deep sigh, and was falling into a fit of musing, when a mask, who came behind him, gave him a gentle tap upon the shoulder, and asked him if he would drink 2c a bottle of mead with her. But the Knight being startled at so unexpected a familiarity, and displeased to be interrupted in his thoughts of the Widow, told her she was a wanton baggage, and bid her go about her business.
We concluded our walk with a glass of Burton alo and a slice of hung beef. When we had done eating ourselves, the Knight called a waiter to him, and bid
him carry the remainder to the waterman that had 5 but one leg. I perceived the fellow stared upon him
at the oddness of the message, and was going to be saucy; upon which I ratified the Knight's commands with a peremptory look.
XXVI. DEATH OF SIR ROGER DE COVERLEY.°
WE last night received a piece of ill news at our 10 Club, which very sensibly afflicted every one of us.
I question not but my readers themselves will be troubled at the hearing of it. To keep them no longer in suspense, Sir ROGER DE COVERLEY is dead. He
departed this life at his house in the country, after 15 a few weeks' sickness. Sir ANDREW FREEPORT has a
letter from one of his correspondents in those parts, that informs him the old man caught a cold at the County-Sessions, as he was very warmly promoting an
address of his own penning, in which he succeeded 20 according to his wishes. But this particular comes
from a Whig-Justice of Peace, who was always Sir ROGER's enemy and antagonist. I have letters both from the chaplain and Captain Sentry which mention nothing of it, but are filled with many particulars to the honor of the good old man. I have likewise a letter from the butler, who took so much care of me last summer when I was at the Knight's house. As my friend the butler mentions, in the simplicity of his heart, several circumstances the others have passed over in silence, I shall give my reader a copy of his letter, without any alteration or diminution.
“ Honoured Sir,
Knowing that you was my old Master's good Friend, I could not forbear sending you the melancholy News of his Death, which has afflicted the whole Country, as well as his peor Servants, who loved him, I may say, better than we did our Lives. 15 I am afraid he caught his Death the last County Sessions, where he would go to see Justice done to a poor Widow Woman, and her Fatherless Children, that had been wronged by a neighbouring Gentleman; for you know, Sir, my good Master was always the poor Man's 20 Friend. Upon his coming home, the first Complaint he made was, that he had lost his Roast-Beef Stomach, not being able to touch a Sirloin, which was served up according to Custom; and you know he used to take
great Delight in it. From that time forward he grew worse and worse, but still kept a good Heart to the last. Indeed we were once in great Hope of his Re
covery, upon a kind Message that was sent him from ; the Widow Lady whom he had made love to the Forty
last Years of his Life; but this only proved a Light'ning before Death. He has bequeathed to this Lady, as a token of his Love, a great Pearl Necklace, and a
Couple of Silver Bracelets set with Jewels, which be10 longed to my good old Lady his Mother : He has be
queathed the fine white Gelding, that he used to ride a hunting upon, to his Chaplain, because he thought he would be kind to him, and has left you all his
Books. He has, moreover, bequeathed to the Chap15 lain a very pretty Tenement with good Lands about
it. It being a very cold Day when he made his Will, he left for Mourning, to every Man in the Parish, a great Frize-Coat, and to every Woman a black Riding
hood. It was a most moving Sight to see him take 20 leave of his poor Servants, commending us all for our
Fidelity, whilst we were not able to speak a Word for weeping. As we most of us are grown Gray-headed in our Dear Master's Service, he has left us Pensions
and Legacies, which we may live very comfortably 25 upon, the remaining part of our Days. He has bequeath'd a great deal more in Charity, which is not yet come to my Knowledge, and it is peremptorily said in the Parish, that he has left Mony to build a Steeple to the Church; for he was heard to say some time ago, that if he lived two Years longer, Coverly 5 Church should have a Steeple to it. The Chaplain tells every body that he made a very good End, and never speaks of him without Tears. He was buried, according to his own Directions, among the Family of the Coverly's, on the Left Hand of his father Sir Arthur. 10 The Coffin was carried by Six of his Tenants, and the Pall held up by Six of the Quorum : The whole Parish follow'd the Corps with heavy Hearts, and in their Mourning Suits, the Men in Frize, and the Women in Riding-Hoods. Captain SENTRY, my Master's Nephew, 15 has taken Possession of the Hall-House, and the whole Estate. When
old Master saw him a little before his Death, he shook him by the Hand, and wished him Joy of the Estate which was falling to him, desiring him only to make good Use of it, and to pay the several 20 Legacies, and the Gifts of Charity which he told him he had left as Quitrents upon the Estate. The Captain truly seems a courteous Man, though he says but little. He makes much of those whom my Master loved, and shows great Kindness to the old House-dog, 25