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the sphere of her impertinence, and planted myself in one of the remotest corners of the pit.

This pretty childishness of behaviour is one of the most refined parts of coquetry, and is not to be attained in perfection, by ladies that do not travel for their improvement. A natural and unconstrained behaviour has something in it so agreeable, that it is no wonder to see people endeavouring after it. But at the same time, it is so very hard to hit, when it is not born with us, that people often make themselves ridiculous in attempting it.

A very ingenious French author tells us, that the ladies of the court of France, in his time, thought it ill breeding, and a kind of female pedantry, to pronounce an hard word right; for which reason they took frequent occasions to use hard words, that they might shew a politeness in murdering them. He further adds. that a lady of some quality at court, having accidentally made use of an hard word in a proper place, and pronounced it right, the whole assembly was out of countenance for her.

I must, however, be so just to own, that there are many ladies who have travelled several thousands of miles without being the worse for it, and have brought home with them all the modesty, discretion, and good sense, that they went abroad with. As, on the contrary, there are great numbers of travelled ladies, who have lived all their days within the smoke of London. I have known a woman that never was out of the parish of St. James's betray as many foreign fopperies in her carriage, as she could have gleaned up in half the countries of Europe.

C.

No. 46. MONDAY, APRIL 23.

Non bene junctarum discordia semina rerum.

OVID. Met. 1. 2
The jarring seeds of ill consorted things.

WHEN I want materials for this paper, it is my custom to go abroad in quest

of
game;

and when I meet any proper subject, I take the first opportunity of setting down an hint of it upon paper.

At the same time I look into the letters of my correspondents, and if I find any thing suggested in them that may afford matter of speculation, I likewise enter a minute of it in my collection of materials. By this means I frequently carry about me a whole sheet full of hints, that would look like a rhapsody of nonsense to any body but myself: there is nothing in them but obscurity and confusion, raving and inconsistency. In short, they are my speculations in the first principles, that (like the world in its chaos) are void of all light, distinction, and order.

About a week since there happened to me a very odd accident, by reason of one of these my papers of minutes which I had accidently dropped at Lloyd's Coffee-house, where the auctions are usually kept. Before I missed it, there were a cluster of people who had found it, and were diverting themselves with it at one end of the coffee-house : it had raised so much laughter among them before I had observed what they were about, that I had not the courage to own it. The boy of the coffee-house, when they had done with it, carried it about in his hand, asking every body if they had dropped a written paper; but nobody challenging it, he was ordered by those merry gentlemen who had before perused it, to get up in the auction-pulpit, and read it to the whole room, that if any one would own it, they might. The boy accordingly

mounted the pulpit, and with a very audible voice read as fol lows.

MINUTES.

Sir Roger de Coverley's country seat-Yes, for I hate long speeches—Query, if a good Christian may be a conjurer-Childermas-day, Salt-seller, House-dog, Screech-owl, Cricket—Mr. Thomas Inkle of London, in the good ship called the Achilles. Yarico—Ægrescitque medendoGhosts—The Lady's LibraryLion by trade a tailor-Dromedary called Bucephalus Equipage the Lady's summum bonum-Charles Lilly to be taken notice of—Short face a relief to envy-Redundancies in the three professions—King Latinus a recruit-Jew devouring an ham of bacon -Westminster-abbey - Grand Cairo - Procrastination-April Fools-Blue Boars, Red Lions, Hogs in armour-Enter a King and two Fidlers solus Admission into the Ugly Club—Beauty, how improveable-Families of true and false humour—The parrot's school-mistress-Face half Pict half British-No man to be an hero of a tragedy under six foot~Club of Sighers-Letters from Flower-pots, Elbow-chairs, Tapestry figures, Lion, Thunder -The Bell rings to the puppet-show--Old Woman with a beard married to a smock-faced Boy-My next coat to be turned up with blue-Fable of Tongs and Gridiron-Flower Dyers—The Soldier's Prayer—Thank ye for nothing, says the Galley-potPactolus in Stockings, with golden clocks to them—Bamboos, Cudgels, Drum-sticks Slip of my landlady's eldest daughter The black mare with a star in her forehead— The barber's pole Will. Honeycomb's coat-pocket-Cæsar's behaviour and my own in parallel circumstances--Poem in patch-work-Nulli gravis est dercussus Achilles - The Female Conventicler—The Ogle-mas

ter.

The reading of this paper made the whole coffee house very merry: some of them concluded it was written by a madman, and others by somebody that had been taking notes out of the Spectator. One who had the appearance of a very substantial citizen, told us, with several politic winks and nods, that he wished there was no more in the paper than what was expressed in it; that, for his part, he looked upon the Dromedary, the Gridiron, and the Barber's pole, to signify something more than what is usually meant by those words; and that he thought the coffee-man could not do better, than to carry the paper to one of the Secretaries of State. He further added, that he did not like the name of the outlandish man with the golden clock in his stockings. A young Oxford scholar, who chanced to be with his uncle at the coffeehouse, discovered to us who this Pactolus was; and by that means turned the whole scheme of this worthy citizen into ridicule. While they were making their several conjectures upon this inrocent paper,

I reached out my arm to the boy, as he was coming out of the pulpit, to give it to me; which he did accordingly This drew the eyes of the whole company upon me; but, after having cast a cursory glance over it, and shook

my

head twice or thrice at the reading of it, I twisted it into a kind of match, and lit my pipe with it. My profound silence, together with the steadiness of my countenance, and the gravity of my behaviour during this whole transaction, raised a very loud laugh on all sides of me; but as I had escaped all suspicion of being the author, I was very well satisfied, and applying myself to my pipe and the post-man, took no further notice of any thing that passed about

me.

My reader will find, that I have already made use of above half the contents of the foregoing paper; and will easily suppose, that those subjects which are yet untouched, were such provisions as I had made for his future entertainment. But as I have been unluckily prevented by this accident, I shall only give him thu letters which relate to the two last hints. The first of them. I should not have published, were I not informed that there is many an husband who suffers very much in his private affairs by the indiscreet zeal of such a partner as is hereafter mentioned; to whom I may apply the barbarous inscription quoted by the bishop of Salisbury in his travels; Dum nimia pia est, facta est impia.'

“Sir, “I am one of those unhappy men that are plagued with a gospel-gossip, so common among dissenters (especially friends). Lectures in the morning, church-meetings at noon, and prepara. , tion sermons at night, take up so much of her time, 'tis very rare she knows what we have for dinner, unless when the preacher is to be at it. With him comes a tribe, all brothers and sisters it seems; while others, really such, are deemed no relations. If at any time I have her company alone, she is a meer sermon popgun, repeating and discharging texts, proofs, and applications, so perpetually, that however weary I may go to bed, the noise in my head will not let me sleep still towards morning. The misery of my case, and great numbers of such sufferers, plead your pity and speedy relief; otherwise must expect, in a little time, to be lectured, preached, and prayed into want, unless the happiness of being sooner talked to death prevent it.

&c.
“R. G."

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The second letter, relating to the Ogling Master, runs thus :

“ MR.-SPECTATOR, “I am an Irish gentleman, that have travelled many years for my improvement; during which time I have accomplished myself in the whole art of ogling, as it is at present practised in

1 Burnit: s Letters, &c., Lett. 1, p. 5, a Rotterdam, 1687.-C.

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