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: My companion pointed out to me fe- particular, for which it is doubtful whex veral others, whole original was no less ther they were most indebted to the parextraordinary; among which, I remem-' fon or the squire. ber, he told me, one was the unhallow- Amodel-looking woman now brought ea brood of a Methodist Teacher, and a very fine babe to be admitted; but the another the premature ipawn of a Maid governors reje&ted it, as it appeared to of Honour. A poor author eased him. be above two months old. The mother, self of a very heavy load of two twin- on the contrary, perfifted in affirming, daughters, which in an evil hour he he. that it was but jutt born; and, addres. gor on an hawker of pamphlets, after fing herself to me, desired me to look at he had been writing a luscious novel: it. I accordingly took & in my arms;. but I could not help smiling at the and while I was tossing it up and down marks' lent in with these new Mules, and praising it's beauty, the ty huffy fignifying that one had been christened contrived to flip away, leaving the preTerpsichore, and the other Polyhyinnia. cious charge to my care. The efforts Several bantlings were imported from which I made to bawl after her, and the Hlington, Hoxton, and other villages fqualling of the brat, which rung pitewithin the found of Bow Bell: many oudy in my ears, luckily awaked me : were transplanted hither out of the coun- and I was very happy to find, that I had téyi and a whole litter of brats were only heen dandling my pillow, inftead lënt in from two or three parisbes in of a bantling.
No CXXIV. THURSDAY, JUNE 10, 1756.
ACCIPI, PER LONGOS TIRI QUI DESERVIAT ANNOS :
ACCIFE, QUI PORĄ NORIT AMARE FIDI.
NUDAQUT SIMPLICITAS, PURPUR IUSQUE PUDOR.
SCORN ME NOT, CHLOE; M., WHOSL FAITH WILL TRYD,
BUT THOU ALOX SXALT SI MY CONSTANT CARL.
been, of at leait thinks that he is great influence on young minds, who or has been, a Lover. One has fought learn to love, as they do every thing for his mistress, another drank for her, elle, by imitation. Young creatures, another wrote for her, and another has almost mere children, have been condone all three: and yet, perhaps, in famed with this second-hand flame spite of their duels, poetry, and bum.' lighted up at another's passion; and, in pers, riot one of them ever entertained consequence of the Loves of the footà fincere pafliun. I have lately taken a man and chambermaid, I have known fisrvey of the numerous tribe of Enamo- little mafter fancy himself a dying fwain ratos, and after having obferved the at the age of thirteen, and little miss Various shapes they wear, think I may pining away with Love in a 'bib and fofesy pronounce, that though all pro- hanging-Heeves. fets to have been in Love, there are very That vaft heap of volumes, filled few who He really capable of it. with Love, and fufficient in number to
It is a maxim of Rochefoucault's, make a library, are great enflamers, and that many men would never have been feldoin fail to produce that kind of par
in Love, if they had never heard of fion described by Rochefoucault. The • Lore. The justice of this remark is chief of these literary fetlucers are the aqual to-it's threwdness. -- Tlie ridicu.' old romances, and their degenerate
spawn, the modern novels. The young the perfections of his miftress in the student reads of the emotions of Love, fame stile that a jockey praises his horse: till he imagines that he feels them throba . Such limbs! such eyes ! such a neck bing and Auttering in his little breast; and brealt! fuch-oh, the's a rare as valetudinarians kudy the hiltory of a piece!' Their ideas go no farther than diseafe, cill they fancy themselves affect- mere external accomplithments; and, as' ed with every fymptom of it. For this their wounds may be faid to be only scason, I am always forry to see any of skin-deep, we cannot allow their brealta this crash in the bands of young people;' to he tinitten with Love, though perI look upon Cassandra and Cleopatra, haps they may rankle with a much as well as Betty Barnes, Polly Willis, grosfer pallion. Yet it must be owned, &c. às no better than bawds; and con- that nothing is more common, than for sider Don Bellianis of Greece, and Sir gentlemen of this cast to be involved in Amadis de Gaul, with George Edwards, what is called a Love.match: but then Loveill, &c. as arrant pimps. But it is owing to the same cause with the though romances and novels are both inarriage of Sir John Brute, who fays equally stimulatives, yet their operations - I married iny wife, becaused I wantare very different. The romance-itudent red to lie with her, and she would not becomes a food Corydon of Sicily, or
o let me.' a very Damon of Arcadia, and is in 0:ber gentlemen, of a gay disposition goot truth such a dying (wain, that he and warın constitution, who go in the believes he fall hang himself on the catalogue for Lovers, are adorers of al. next willow, or drown bimself in the
most every woman they fee. The flarne next pond, if he should lose the object of Love is as easily kindled in them, as of his wishes: but the young novelift the sparks are itruck out of a flint; and turns out more a man of the world; and it allo expires as soon. A Lover of this after having gained the affe&tions of hisi fort dances one day witly a lady at 1 mistress, firms an hundred schemes to ball, and loses his heart to her in a' mi. secure the poffeffion of her, and to barn nuer; the next, another carves it off in: her relations.
the Mall; and the next day, perhaps, There are, among the tribe of Lovers, he goes out of town, and lodges it in a fort of luke warm gentlemen, who the poffeffion of all the country beauties can hardly be faid, in the language of successively, till at lait he brings it hack love, to entertain a flame for their mif- to town with him, and presents it to che tress. These are your inen of super'la - first woman' he meets. This class is tive delicacy and refinement, who loath very numeroas; but ought by no means the gross ideas annexed to the amours to hold a place among the tribe of frue of the vulgar, and aim at something Lovers, lince a gentleman who is thus more fpiritualized and sublime. Thele in Love with every body, máy fairly be philosophers in Love doat on the mind faid not to be in Love at all. alone of their miftrets, and would fain Love is universally allowed to be fee her naked soul divested of it's mate- whimsical, and it whin is the effence rial incumbrances. · Gentlemen of this of Love, none can be accounted truer complexion might perhaps not impro- Lovers, than those who admire their inilperly be ranged in the romantic class, tress for some particular charm, which but they have affümed to themselves the enchains them, though it would singly name of Platonic Lovers,
never captivate any body else. Some Platonism, however, is in these days, gendeinen have been won to conjugal very scarce; and there is another class, embraces by a pair of fine arms; others infinitely more numerous, composed of have been held fall by ap even white fet a fort of Lovers, whom we may jully of teeth; and I know a very good schodistinguish by the title of Epicurcans. lar, who was ensoared by a set of golden The principles of this feet are diametri- trelles, because it was the taste of the cally opponte to those of the Platonics., ancients, and the true classical hair. They think no more of the foul of their Those ladies, whose Lovers are fuch, mistress chan a Muffulanan, but are in piccemeal admirers, are in perpetual Faptures with her person, I Lover of danger of losing them. A sale or a. this fort is in perpetual extases: his pimple, may abate their affection. All paibon is fo violent, that he even scorches chose, the obje&t of whofe adoration is you with his fame; and he runs ovat merely a pretty face or a fine perfon,
are in the power of the like accidents; tions, of each other, and gare a thouand the iniall-pox has occafioned many fand little indications of a growing para a poor lady the lols of her beauty and fion, not unoblerved by others, even her Lover at the same time.
while it was yet unknown and unsuBut after all these spurious Enamo. specled by themselves. However, after ratos, there are some few, whose pas. fonie time, Will, by mutual agreefion is fincere and well-founded. True, ment, demanded the lady of her father genuine Love, is always built upon in marriage. But, alas! ' the course esteem : not that I would mean, that a • of true Love never yet run smooth :* man can reafov and argue himself into the ill-juidged ambition of a parent inLove; but that a constant intercourse duced the father, out of mere love to with an amiable woman will lead him his daughter, to refuse her hand to the into a contemplation of her excellent only man in the world with whom the qualities, which will insensibly win his could live happily, because he imagined heart, before he is himself aware of it, that he might, in the Smithfield phrase, and beget all those hopes, fears, and do better for her. But Love, grounded other extravagancies, which are the na- on just principles, is not çally fhaken ; tural attendants on a true pafion. Love and, as it appeared that their mutual has been described ten thousand times : passion had taken too deep rout ever to but that I may be sure that the little be exti pated, the father at laft, relucpi&ture I would draw of it is taken from tantly, half consented to their union. nature, I will conclude this paper with They enjoy a genteel competency; and the story of honeit Will Ealy and his Will, by his integrity and abilities, is amiable wife. Will Ealy and Miss an honour to a learned profession, and
became very early acquainted; a blessing to his wife ; whose greatest and, from being familiarly intimate prajse is, that her virtues deserve such' with the whole family, Will might be an husband. She is pleased with havalmost faid to live there. He dined and ing left dross to duichesles ;' he confupped with them perpetually in town, siders her happiness as his main inte.; and spent great part of the summer with rest; and their example every day gives them at their seat in the country. Will fresh conviction to the father, that and the lady were both universally al. where two persons of strong lense and lowed to have sense, and their frequent good bearts conceive a reciprocal affecconversations together gave thein un. tion for each other, their passion is gedoubted proofs of the goodness of each nuine and lasting, and their union is other's difpofition. They delighted in perhaps the trueff state of happinefs unthe company, and admired the perfec. der the sun.
No CXXV. THURSDAY, JUNE 17, 1756.
WITH MR. Town, WHEN PROSE AND PRECEPTS FAIL,
TOTHING has given me a more posed of two poems, which I have late
fenfible plea fire, in the course of ly received from a correspondent in that this undertaking, than the having been learned University. These little piecese occasionally honoured with the corre- unless my regard for the writer makes Tpondence of several ingenious gentlemen me partial to thein, contain many beauof both our Universities: My paper of ties, and are written with that elegant to day gives me unusual satisfaction on peculiarity of ftile and manner, which this account; and I cannot help look- plainly speak them to come from the ing on it with a great deal of pleasure, same hand, that has already obliged the as a sort of a little Cambridge Miscele public with some other pieces of poetry lany. The reader will see it is com. published in this paper.
TO MR. TOWN.
with as fuftian and bombaft: for our
authors, dreadiny the vice of incorrect. TRIN, COLL. can. jun. 6. ness above all others, grow ridiculoully 3IR,
precise and affected. In short, however OUR Essay on the Abuse of Words paradoxical-it may seem, we have now, was very well received here; but
in my opinion, too correct a tatte, It more especially that part of it which con
is to no purpose for such prudent fober tained the modern definition of the word
wooers, as our modern bards, to knock Rilined. You must know, Sir, that in at the door of the Muses. They, as the language of our old Dons, every well as the mortal ladies, love to be at. young man is ruined, who is not an
tacked briskly. Should we take a rearrant Tycho Brahe, or Erra Pater view even of haucer's poetry, the most Yet it is remarkable, that, though the inattentive reader, in the very thickelt fervants of the Mules ineet with more
of old Geoffrey's woods, would find than ordinary discouragement at this "the light sometimes pierce through and place, Cambridge has produced many break in upon him like lightning; and celebried poers; witneis Spenser, Mil
a mai mult have no soul in him, who ton, Cowley, Drvden, &c, not to men. does not admire che fancy, the strength, tion fome admired writers of the prelent and elegance of Spenser, even through times. I myielt, Sir, am grievously that disagreeable habit which the fashion fufpe&ted of being better acquainted with of the times obliged him to wear. To Homer and Virgil than Euchi or Saun- conclude, there is this material diffederson; and am universally agreed to be 'rence between the former and present ruined, for having concerned myself age of Poetry; that the writers in the with Hexameter and Pentameter more
fit thought poetically, in the last, they than Diaineter. The equity of ihis de- only express themselves fo. Modern cilion I shall not dispute; but content
poets seem to me more to ftudy the man. : myself at present with submitting to the
ner - how they ihail write, than what is public, by means of your paper, a few to be written. The minute accuracy lines on the import of another favourite of their productions; the belis of their word, occalioned by the Esay above- rhimes, so well matched, making mott mentioned.
melodious tinkle; and all the mechanisin But fearing that so (hort a piece will of poetry so exactly finifted; (together not be l'ufficient to eke out a whole pa. with a total deficiency of spirit, which per, I have subsoined to it another little should be the leaven of the whole) put poem, not originally deligned for the
me in mind of a piece of furniturt, gepublic view, but written as .a fainiliar' nerally found in the studies of the learu. epiftle to a friend. The whole is no
ed - In an odd angle of the room,' a thing more than the natural result of mahogany case, elegantly carved and many letters and conversations that had
fashioned on the outside, the specious paled beiween us on the pretent fte te of covering of a--chamber pot. "I ain, poetry in these kingdoms; in which I Sir, your huini le fervant, Aartered myfelf, that I was justifiable
R. L. in my remarks on the barrenness of invention in most modern compofirions, as well as in regard to the cause of it.. THE ATYR AND THE PEDLAR. We are now, indeed, all become such exact Critics, that there are scarce any tolerable Poets : what I niean bv exact critics is, that we are grown, (I speak WORDS are, so Wollafton defines,
Of our ideas inerely Ggns, in general) by the help
of Addison and
Which have a pow'r at will co vary,
As being vague and arbitrary.
Now d mn'd, for instance- All agrec
Means tbar alone, and nothing more,
Examples we may find enough;
Fancy's a flight we deal no me in Damnd high, damnd low, daund fine, Our authors creep instead of tearing i damn d stuft.
And all the brave imagination
Is dwindled into declamation,
But Rill you cry, in sober sadness,
• There is discretion e'ep in madnels." Perhaps, that metaphor forgot,
A pitny fentence, but wants credit, The felf-fame wit's damination hot.
Because, I find, a Poet said it:
Their verdiet makes but small impsestion, And here a fable I remember
Who are known liars by profeffion. Once in the middle of December,
Rise what exalted flights it will, When every mead in snow is loft,
True Genius will be Genius ftill; And ev'ry river bound with troft;
And say, that horse would you prefer, When farcilies get all together,
Which wants a bridle, or a spur? And feelingly talk o'er the weather;
The mettled feed may lose his tricks;
The jade grows callous to your kicks.
Had Shakespeare crept by Modern Rules, To fall into a Satyr's cot:
We'd lost his witches, fairies, fools;
He'd formid a regular plantation,
Now like a foreit he appears, "For they are froze as cold ai (now; The growth of twice three hundred years ; ! And fo inclement has it been,
Where many a tree aspiring Throuds I'm like a cake of ice within.'
It's aëry summit in the clouds, Come,' quoth the Satyr, comfort, man! Whole round it's root still loves to twine I'll chear thy inside, if I can;
The ivy and wild egiantire. * You re welcome in my homely cottage, • To a waras tiie and mess of poitage.'
• But Shakespeare's all-creative fancy,
Made others love extravagancy; This faid, the Satyr, nothing loth, * While cloud.cap: Nonfenie was their ai, A bowi prepar'd of fav'ry broth;
Like Hutlocirumbo's mad Lord Flame.' Which with delight the Pedlar view'd,
'True. Who can stop dull inaitators, As Imoaking on the board it stood.
Those younger-brothers of translators,
! But, though the very fteam arole
Those insects, which from Genius rise, With grateful odour io his nose,
And buz about, in fwarms, like ftes? One single fip be ventur'd not,
Fathion, that sets the modes of dress, The gruel was lo woud'rous hot.
Sheds too her influence o'er the press: What can be done? - with gentle puff
As formerly the sons of thime He blows it, till 'tis cold enough.
Sought Shakespeare's fancy and sublime, • Why, how now, Pedlar, what's the By cool correctness now they hope • matter?
To em late the praise of Pope. • Still at thy blowing ?' quoth the Satyr. But Pope and Shakespeare both disclaim « I blow to cool it,' cries the clown,
These low retainers to their fame. s That i may get the liquor downg
What talk can Dalness e'er effect « For, though I grant you've made it well, , You've boil'd it, Sir, as hot as hell.'
So eaty, as to write correct?
Poets, `t's faid, are sure to split Then railing high his cloven stump, By too much or too little wita The Satyr (mote him on the rump,
So, to avoid th' extremes of either, • Begone, thou double knave, or fool; They miss their mark, and follow neither : • With the same breath to warm and cool! 'They fo exactly puise the scale, • Friendship with such I never held,
That neither measure will prevail; " Who're la verisid hoi, and so damın'd cold.' And Mediocrity, the Muse
Did never in her sons excuse.
'Tis true, their tawdry works are graça EPISTLP TO A FRIEND.
With all the charms of modern Taji,
That Modern Rules obstruct perfection, In quaint Expression's tiofel vel.
Say, did you never chance to meet Has laid the wall of Genius walle.
A Monsieur Barter in the street,