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of rational and brutal beings. Yet what is there so common, as the bestowing an accomplished woman with such a disparity? And I could name crowds who lead miserable lives for want of knowledge in their parents, of this maxim, that good sense and good nature always go together. That which is attributed to fools, and called good nature, is only an inability of ubserving what is faulty, which turns, in marriage, into a suspicion of every thing as such, from a consciousness of that inability.
I AM entirely of your opinion with relation to the equestrian females, who affect both tho masculine and feminine air at the same time; and cannot forbear making a presentment against another order of them, who grow very numerous and powerful; and since our language is not very capable of good compound words, I must be contented to call them only “ the naked-shouldered.” These beauties are not contented to make lovers wherever they appear, but they must make rivals at the same time. Were you to see Gatty walk the Park at high mall, you would expect those who followed her and those who met her would immediately draw their swords for her. I hope, sir, you will provide for the future, that women may stick to their faces for doing any further mischief, and not allow any but direct traders in beauty to expose more than the fore part of the neck, unless you please to allow this after-game to those who are very defective in the charms of the countenance. I can say, to my sorrow, the present practice is very unfair, when to look back is death ; and it may be said of our beauties, as a great poet did of bullets, " They kill and wound, like Parthians, as they fly.”
no more than that of a bullering, they are tame no lonus, or than they are not offended. One of these goodnatured angry men shall, in an instant, assemble together y many alluseimne to secret circumstance, *s are enough to dissolve the peace of all the families and friends he is 40etainted with, in a quarter of an hour, and yet the next monnent be the best natured man in the world. If you would see passion in its purity, withomt mixture of reason, behold it repre. sented in a mad hero, drawn by a mal poet. Nat. Tee makes his Alexander say thus :
• Away! beyone' and give a whirlwind room,
Kise up to heav A), and put out all the starsi' Every passionate fellow in town talks half the day with as little consistency, and threatens things as much out of his power.
The next disagrecable person to the outrageous gentleman, is one of a much lower order of anger, and he is what we commonly call a peevish fellow. A peevish fellow one who has some reason in biuself for being out of humour, or has a natural incapacity for delight, and therefore disturbs all who are happier than himself with pisbes and psiw, or viber well-bred interjections, at every thing that is said or done in his presence. There should le physie mixed in the food of all which these fellows eat in good company. This degree of anger passes, forsooth, for a delicacy of judgment, that won't admit of being easily pleased ; but none .above the character of wearing a peevish man's livery ought to bear with his ill manners. All things among men of sense and condition should pass the censure, and have the protection of the eye of reason.
No man ought to be tolerated in an habitual humour, whim, or particularity of behaviour, by any who do not wait upon him for bread. Next to the peevish fellow is the snarler. This gentleman deals mightily in what we call the irony; and as those sort of people exert themselves most against those below them, you see their humour best in their talk to their servants. “That is so like you ; You are a fine fellow; Thou art the quickest headpiece ;' and the like. One would think the hectoring, the storming, the sullen, and all the different species and subordinations of the angry should be cured, by knowing they live only as pardoned men, and how pitiful is the condition of being only suffered ! But I am interrupted by the pleasantest scene of anger and the disappointment of it that I have ever known, which happened while I was yet writing, and I overheard as I sat in the back-room at a French bookseller's. There came into the shop a very learned man with an erect solemn air ; and, though a person of great parts otherwise, slow in understanding any thing which makes against himself. The composure of the faulty man, and the whimsical perplexity of him that was justly angry, is perfectly new. After turning over many volumes, said the seller to the buyer, ' Sir, you know I have long asked you to send me back the first volume of French sermons I formerly lent you.''Sir,' said the chapman, • I have often looked for it, but cannot find it; it is certainly lost, and I know not to whom I lent it, it is so many years ago.' "Then, sir, here
is the other volume; I'll send you home that, and please to pay for both.' 'My friend,' replied he, * canst thou be so senseless as not to know that one volume is as imperfect in my library as in your shop?' Yes, sir, but it is you have lost the first volume; and, to be short, I will be paid.' 'Sir,' answered the chapman, 'you are a young man, your book is lost; and learn by this little loss to bear much greater adversities, which you must expect to meet with.' - Yes, I'll bear when I must, but I have not lost now, for I say you have it, and
me.' • Friend, you grow warm ; I tell you the book is lost; and I foresee, in the course even of a prosperous life, that you will meet afflictions to make you mad, if you cannot bear this trifle.' Sir, there is, in this case, no need of bearing, for you have the book.' 'I say, sir, I have not the book ; but your passion will not let you hear enough to be informed that I have it not. Learn resignation of yourself to the distresses of this life : nay, do not fret and fume; it is my duty to tell you, that you are of an impatient spirit, and an impatient spirit is never without woe.' " Was ever any thing like this?' 'Yes, sir, there have been many things like this : the loss is but a trifle, but your temper is wanton, and incapable of the least pain; therefore let me advise you, be patient; the book is lost, but do not you for that reason lose yourself.
By Steele. See N° 324, ad finem.
This scene passed in the shop of Mr. Vaillant, now of Mr. James Payne, in the Strand; and the subject of it was (for it is still in remembrance) a volume of Massillon's Sermons.
No 439. THURSDAY, JULY 24, 1712.
Hi narrata ferunt aliò : mensuraque ficti
OVID. Metam. xii. 57.
Some tell what they have heard, or tales devise ;
Ovid describes the palace of Fame as situated in the very centre of the universe, and perforated with so many windows as gave her the sight of every thing that was done in the heavens, in the earth, and in the sea. The structure of it was contrived in so admirable a manner, that it echoed every word which was spoken in the whole compass of nature; so that the palace, says the poet, was always filled with a confused hubbub of low, dying sounds, the voices being almost spent and worn out before they arrived at this general rendezvous of speeches and whispers.
I consider courts with the same regard to the governments which they superintend, as Ovid's palace of Fame with regard to the universe. The eyes
of a watchful minister run through the whole people. There is scarce a murmur or complaint that does not reach his ears. They have news-gatherers and intelligencers distributed into their several walks and quarters, who bring in their respective quotas, and make them acquainted with the discourse and conversation of the whole kingdom or commonwealth where they are employed. The wisest of kings, alluding to these invisible and unsuspected spies, who are planted by kings and rulers over their fellow-citizens, as well as to those voluntary informers that are buzzing about the ears of a great man, and