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N° 410. FRIDAY, JUNE 20, 1712.
-Dum foris sunt, nihil videtur mundius,
TER. Eun, Act. v. Sc. 4. When they are abroad, nothing so clean and nicely
dressed; and when at supper with a gallant, they do but piddle, and pick the choicest bits : but to see their nastiness and poverty at home, their gluttony, and how they devons black crusts dipped in yesterday's broth, is a perfect antidote against wenching.
WILL HONEYCOMB, who disguises his present decay by visiting the wenches of the town only by way of humour, told us, that the last rainy night he, with Sir Roger de Coverley, was driven into the Temple cloister, whither had escaped also a lady most exactly dressed from head to foot. Will made no scruple to acquaint us, that she saluted him very familiarly by his name, and turning immediately to the knight, she said, she supposed that was his good friend Sir Roger de Coverley: upon which nothing less could follow than Sir Roger's approach to salutation, with · Madam, the same, at your service.' She was dressed in a black tabby mantua and petticoat, without ribbons; her linen striped musJin, and in the whole in an agreeable second mourning; decent dresses being often affected by the creatures of the town, at once consulting cheapness and
the pretension to modesty. She went on with a familiar easy air, Your friend, Mr. Honeycomb, is a little surprised to see a woman here alone and unattended; but I dismissed my coach at the gate, and tripped it down to my counsel's chambers; for lawyers' fees take up too much of a small disputed jointure to admit any other expenses but mere necessaries. Mr. Honeycomb begged they might have the honour of setting her down, for Sir Roger's servant was gone to call
coach. In the interim the footman returned with no coach to be had ;' and there appeared nothing to be done but trusting herself with Mr. Honeycomb and his friend, to wait at the tavern at the gate for a coach, or be subjected to all the impertinence she must meet with in that public place. Mr. Honeycomb, being a man of honour, determined the choice of the first, and Sir Roger, as the better man, took the lady by the hand, lead. ing her through all the shower, covering her, with his hat, and gallanting a familiar acquaintance through rows of young fellows, who winked at Sukey in the state she marched off, Will Honeycomb bringing up the rear.
Much importunity prevailed upon the fair one to admit of a collation, where, after declaring she had no stomach, and having eaten a couple of chickens, devoured a truss of sallad, and drunk a full bottle to her share, she sung the Old Man's Wish to Sir Roger. The knight left the room for some time after supper, and writ the following billet, which he conveyed to Sukey, and Sukey to her friend Will Honeycomb. Will has given it to sir Andrew Freeport, who read it last night to the club. MADAM,
* I am not so mere a country gentleman, but I can guess at the law business you had at the Temple. If you would go down to the country, and
leave off all your vanities but your singing, let me know at my lodgingsin Bow-street, Covent-garden, and you shall be encouraged by
• Your humble servant,
ROGER DE COVERLEY.'
My good friend could not well stand the raillery which was rising upon him; but to put a stop to it, I delivered Will Honeycomb the following letter, and desired him to read it to the board.
· HAVING seen a translation of one of the chapters in the Canticles into English verse inserted among your
I have ventured to send you the viith chapter of the Proverbs in a poetical dress. If you think it worthy appearing among your speculations, it will be a sufficient reward for the trouble of
• Your constant reader,
" My son, th' instruction that my words impart,'
“Let all thy homage be to Wisdom paid,
“ Once from my window, as I cast mine eye
“ Just as the sun withdrew his cooler light,
When lo, a woman comes !
“ Upon her tongue did much smooth mischief dwell,
N°411. SATURDAY, JUNE 21, 1712.
ON THE PLEASURES OF THE
CONTENTS. The perfection of our sight above our other senses. The
pleasures of the imagination arise originally from sight. The pleasures of the imagination divided under two heads. The pleasures of the imagination in some respects equal to those of the understanding. The extent of the pleasures of the imagination. The advantages a man receives from a relish of these pleasures. In what respect they are preferable to those of the understanding.
Avia Pieridum peragro locu, nullius antè
Lucr. i. 925.
Presume to peep at coy virgin Naiads. Our sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our senses.
It fills the mind with the largest variety of ideas, converses with its objects at the greatest distance, and continues the longest in action without being tired or satiated with its proper enjoyments. The sense of feeling can indeed give us a notion of extension, shape, and all other ideas that'enter at the eye, except colours; but at the same time it is very much straitened, and confined in its operations to the number, bulk, and distance of its particular objects. Our sight seems designed to supply all these defects, and may be considered as a more delicate and diffusive kind of touch, that