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walked on the bottom of it till he arose on the other side. At his approach Yaratilda few into his arms, whilst Marraton wished himself disencumbered of that body which kept her from his embraces. After many questions and endearments on both sides, the conducted him to a bower which she had dressed with her own hands with all the ornaments that could be met with in those blooming regions. She had made it gay beyond imagination, and was every day adding something new to it. As Marraton stood astonished at the unspeakable beauty of her habitation, and ravished with the fragrancy that came from every part of it, Yaratilda told him that the was preparing this hower for his reception, as well knowing that his piety to his god and his faithful dealing towards men, would certainly bring him to that happy place whenever his life should be at an end. She then brought two of her children to him, who died some years before, and resided with her in the same delightful bower, advising himn to breed up those others which were still with him, in such a manner that they might hereafter all of them ineet together in this happy place.

The tradition tells us further, that he had afterwards a sight of those dismal habitations which are the portion of ill men after death; and mentions several molten seas of gold, in which were plunged the souls of barbarous Europeans, who put to the sword so many thousands of poor Indians for the sake of that precious metal ; but having already touched upon the chief points of this tradition, and exceeded the measure of my paper, I fhall not give any further account of it.




Quem prælare poteft mulier galeata pudorem,
Quæ fugit a fexu?


What sense of shame in woman's breast can lio,
Inur’d to arms, and her own sex to fly. DRYDEN.


WHEN the wife of Hector, in Homer's Iliad, dif

courses with her husband about the battle in which he was going to engage,--the hero, defiring her to leave that matter to his care, bids her go to her maids and mind her spinning; by which the poet intimates, that men and women ought to busy themselves in their proper spheres, and on such matters only as are suitable to their respective fex.

I am at this time acquainted with a young gentleman who has pailed a great part of his life in the nursery, and, upon occasion, can make a caudle or a sack-poliet better than any man in England. He is likewise a wonderful critic in cambric and muslins, and will talk an hour together upon a fiveet-incat. He entertains his mother every night with observations that he makes both in town and court; as what lady thews the nicest fancy in her dress; what man of quality wears the faireft wig; who has the finest linen, who the prettiest snuff-box; with many other the like curious remarks, that may be made in good company,

On the other hand, I have very frequently the opportunity of seeing a rural Andromache, who came up to town last winter, and is one of the greatest fox-hunters in the country.

She talks of hounds and horses, and makes nothing of leaping over a fix-bar gate. If a man tells her a waggish story, she gives him a push with her haud in jest, and calls him an impudent dog: and if her fervant ne lećts his business, threatens to kick him out of the house. I have heard her, in her wrath, call a fui antial tradelinan a lousy cur; and remember one day, when the could not think of the naine of a person,

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she described him, in a large company of men and ladies, by the fellow with the broad shoukiers.

If those speeches and actions, which in their own nature are inditierent, appear ridiculous when they proceed from a wrong sex, the faults and imperfections of one sex transplanted into another, appear black and monftious. As for the men, I fhall not in this paper any further concern myself about them; but as I would fain contribute to make womankind, which is the most beautiful part of the creation, entirely amiable, and wear out all those little spots and blemishes that are apt to rise among the charins which nature has poured out upon them, I shall dedicate this paper to their service. The spot which I would here endeavour to clear them of, is that party-rage which of late years has very much crept into their converfation. This is, in its nature, a male vice, and made up of many angry and cruel passions that are altogether repugnant to the softness, the modesty, and those other endearing qualities which are natural to the fair fex. Women were formed to temper mankind, and footh them into tendernefs and compassion; not to set an edge upon their minds, and blow up in them those palfions which are too apt to rise of their own accord. When I have seen a pretty mouth uttering calumnies and invectives, what would I not have given to have stopt it! How have I been troubled to see foine of the finest features in the world grow pale, and treible with partv-rage ! Camilla is one of the greatest beauties in the British nation, and yet values herself more upon being the virago of one party, than upon being the toast of both. The dear creature, about a week ago, encountered the fierce and beautiful Penthesilca across a teatable; but in the height of her anger, as her hand chanced to shake with the earnestnefs of the dispute, the scalded her fingers, and spilt a dish of tea upon her petticoat. Had not this accident broke off the debate, nobody knows where it would have ended.

There is one confideration which I would carnestly recommend to all my female readers, and which, I hope, will have some weight with them. In short, it is this,


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that there is nothing so bad for the face as party-zeal. It gives an ill-natured cast to the eye, and a disagreeable fourness to the look; belid s that, it makes the lines too ftrong, and Huihes them worse than brandy. I have seen a woman's face break out in heats as the has been talking against a great lord, whom she had never seen in her life; and indeed never knew a party woman that kept her beauty for a twelvemonth. I would therefore a ivise all my female readers, as they value their complexions, to let alone all disputes of this nature ; though at the same time I would give free liberty to all superannuated motherly partizans to be as violent as they please, fince there will be no danger either of their spoiling their faces, or of their gaining converts.

For my own part, I think a man makes an odious and despicable figure that is violent in a party; but a woman is too sincere to mitigate the fury of her principles wi:h teinper and discretion, and to act with that caution and reservedness which are requisite in our sex. When this unnatural zeal gets into them, it throws them into ten thousand heats and extravagancies; their generous fouls fet no bounds to their love or to their hatred; and whether a Whig or a Tory, a lap-dog or a gallant, an opera or puppet-show, be the object of it, the pallion, while it reigns, engrosses the whole woman.

I remember when Dr. Titus Oates was in all his glory, I accompanied my friend Will. Honeycomb in a visit to a lady of his acquaintance. We were no sooner sat down, but upon casting my eyes about the room, I found in almost every corner of it a print that reprefinted the doctor in all magnitudes and dimensions. A little after, as the lady was discoursing my friend, and held he: Inutia box in her hand, who should I see in the lid of it but the doctor! It was not long after this when she had occasion for her handkerchief, which upon the first opening difcovered among the plaits of it the figure of the doctor. Upon this my friend Will, who loves raillery, told her, That if he was in Mr. Truelove's place, for that was the name of her husband, he thould be made as uneafy by a handkerchief as ever Othelio was. “ I am afraid,” said


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a friend to the doctor or not?" Will, instead of making her a reply, smiled in her face, for indeed the was very pretty, and told her that one of her patches was dropping off. She immediately adjusted it, and looking a little seriously, “ Well,” says she, “ I'll be hanged if

your friend are not against the doctor in your “ hearts. I suspected as much by his saying nothing." Upon this she took her fan into her hand, and upon the opening of it again displayed to us the figure of the doctor, who was placed with great gravity among the fricks of it. In a word, I found that the doctor had taken poffefsion of her thoughts, her discourse, and most of her furniture; but finding myself pressed too close by her question, I winked upon my friend to take his leave; which he did accordingly.



Ut pictura pot lis erit

HOR. Poems like pictures are. NOTHING is so much admired, and so little under

stood, as wit. No author that I know of has written profefledly upon it; and as for those who make any mention of it, they only treat on the subject as it has accidentally fallen in their way, and that too in little short reflections, or in general declamatory flourishes, without entering into the bottom of the matter, I hope, therefore, I Thall perform an acceptable work to my country. men, if I treat at large upon this subject; which I fall endeavour to do in a manner suitable to it, that I may not incur the censure which a famous critic bestows upon one who had written a treatise upon the Sublime in a low grovelling stile. I intend to lay aside a whole week for this undertaking, that the scheme of my thoughts may not be broken and interrupted; and I dare promise myfelf, if my readers will give me a week's attention, that

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