upon his estate. He further informed me that he would have given her a Colepit to keep her in clean linnen, that he would have allowed her the profits of a Windmill for her fans, and have presented her, once in three years, with the sheering of his sheep for her under-petticoats. To which the Knight always adds, that though he did not care for fine cloaths himself, there should not have been a woman in the country better dressed than my Lady Coverly. Sir ROGER perhaps, may in this, as well as in many other of his devices, appear something odd and singular, but if the humour of Pin-money prevails, I think it would be very proper for every Gentleman of an estate to mark out so many acres of it under the title of The Pins. ΙΟ 5 N° 317. Tuesday, March 4. [1712.] -fruges consumere nati. Hor. Augustus, a few moments before his death, asked his friends who stood about him, if they thought he had acted his part well; and upon receiving such an answer as was due to his extraordinary merit, Let me then, says he, go off the stage with your applause; using the expression with which the Roman Actors made their Exit at the conclusion of a Dramatic piece. I could wish that men, while they are in health, would consider well the nature of the part they are engaged in, and what figure it will make in the minds of those they leave behind them whether it was worth coming into the world for, whether it be suitable to a reasonable Being; in short, whether it appears graceful in this life, or will turn to an advantage in the next. Let the sycophant, or buffoon, the satyrist, or the good companion, consider with himself, when his body shall be laid in the grave, and his soul pass into another state of existence, how much it will redound to his praise to have it said of him, 15 20 25 5 that no man in England eat better, that he had an admirable talent at turning his friend into ridicule, that no body out-did him at an ill-natured jest, or that he never went to bed before he had dispatched his third bottle. These are, however, very common funeral orations, and Elogiums on deceased persons who have acted among mankind with some figure and reputation. But if we look into the bulk of our species, they are such as are not likely to be remembred a moment after their 10 disappearance. They leave behind them no traces of their existence, but are forgotten as though they had never been. They are neither wanted by the poor, regretted by the rich, nor celebrated by the learned. They are neither missed in the Commonwealth, nor lamented by private persons. Their 15 actions are of no significancy to mankind, and might have been performed by creatures of much less dignity, than those who are distinguished by the faculty of reason. An eminent French Author speaks somewhere to the following purpose: I have often seen from my chamber-window two noble creatures, both of them of an erect countenance, and endowed with reason. These two intellectual Beings are employed from morning to night, in rubbing two smooth stones one upon another; that is, as the vulgar phrase it, in polishing marble. 20 25 My friend, Sir ANDREW FREEPORT, as we were sitting in the club last night, gave us an account of a sober citizen, who died a few days since. This honest man being of greater consequence in his own thoughts, than in the eye of the world, had for some years past kept a journal of his life. Sir ANDREW 30 shewed us one week of it. Since the occurrences set down in it mark out such a road of action as that I have been speaking of, I shall present my Reader with a faithful copy of it; after having first informed him, that the deceased person had in his youth been bred to trade, but finding himself not so well turned for business, he had for several years last past lived altogether upon a moderate annuity. MONDAY, eight a clock. I put on my cloaths and walked into the parlour. Nine a clock ditto. Tied my knee-strings, and washed my 5 hands. Hours ten, eleven and twelve. Smoaked three pipes of Virginia. Read the Supplement and Daily Courant. Things go ill in the north. Mr. Nisby's opinion thereupon. One a clock in the afternoon. Chid Ralph for mislaying my tobacco-box. Two a clock. Sate down to dinner. Mem. Too many plumbs, and no sewet. From three to four. Took my afternoon's nap. ΙΟ TUESDAY, BEING HOLIDAY, eight a clock. Rose as usual. Nine a clock. Washed hands and face, shaved, put on my double soaled shoes. Ten, eleven, twelve. 20 Took a walk to Islington. From six to ten. At the club. Mr. Nisby's account of the great Turk. Ten. Dream of the grand Vizier. Broken sleep. WEDNESDAY, eight a clock. Tongue of my shooe-buckle broke. Hands but not face. Nine. Paid off the Butcher's bill. Mem. To be allowed for the last leg of mutton. 35 330 5 10 15 20 25 30 35 Ten, eleven. At the coffee-house. More work in the north. Stranger in a black whig asked me how stocks went. From twelve to one. Walked in the fields. Wind to the south. From one to two. Smoaked a pipe and a half. Three. Nap broke by the falling of a pewter dish. Mem. Cook-maid in love, and grown careless. From four to six. At the coffee-house. Advice from Smyrna, that the grand Vizier was first of all strangled, and afterwards beheaded. Six a clock in the evening. Was half an hour in the club before any body else came. Mr. Nisby of opinion that the grand Vizier was not strangled the sixth instant. Ten at night. Went to bed. Slept without waking till nine next morning. THURSDAY, nine a clock. Staid within till two a clock for Sir Timothy. Who did not bring me my annuity according to his promise. Two in the afternoon. Sate down to dinner. Loss of appetite. Small beer sowr. Beef overcorned. Three. Could not take my nap. Four and five. Gave Ralph a box on the ear. Turned off my cook-maid. Sent a message to Sir Timothy. Mem. I did not go to the club to night. Went to bed at nine a clock. FRIDAY. Passed the morning in Meditation upon Sir Timothy, who was with me a quarter before twelve. Twelve a clock. Bought a new head to my cane, and a tongue Two and three. Dined, and slept well. there. Smoaked several pipes. Coffee is bad for the head. Met Mr. Nisby Mr. Nisby of opinion that laced Six a clock. At the club as Steward. Sat late. Twelve a clock. with the grand Vizer. Went to bed, dreamt that I drank small-beer SATURDAY. Waked at eleven, walked in the fields, wind N. E. Caught in a shower. One in the afternoon. Returned home, and dryed my self. First course marrow-bones, 5 second Ox cheek, with a bottle of Brooks and Hellier. Like to have fall'n into a gutter. Three a clock. Overslept my self. &c. 1Ο 15 I question not, but the Reader will be surprized to find the above-mentioned journalist taking so much care of a life that was filled with such inconsiderable actions, and received so very small improvements; and yet, if we look into the behaviour of many whom we daily converse with, we shall find that most of their hours are taken up in those three important articles of eating, drinking, and sleeping. I do not suppose that a man loses his time, who is not engaged in publick affairs, or in an illustrious course of action. On the contrary, I believe our hours may very often be more profitably laid out in such transactions as make no figure in the world, than in such as are apt to draw upon them the attention of mankind. One may become wiser and better by several methods of employing ones self in secrecy and silence, and do what is laudable without noise, or ostentation. I would, however, recommend to every one of my Readers, the keeping a journal of their lives for one week, and setting down punctually their 25 whole series of employments, during that space of time. This kind of self-examination would give them a true state of themselves, and incline them to consider seriously what they are about. One day would rectifie the omissions of another, and make a man weigh all those indifferent actions, which, though 30 they are easily forgotten, must certainly be accounted for. 20 |