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From eight to nine. Shifted a patch for half an hour before I could determine it. Fixed it above my left eyebrow.

From nine to twelve. Drank my tea, and dressed.

From twelve to two. At chappel. A great deal of good company. Mem. The third air in the new opera. Lady Blithe 5 dressed frightfully.

From three to four. Dined. Mrs. Kitty called upon me to go to the Opera before I was risen from table.

From dinner to six. Drank tea. Turned off a footman for being rude to Veny.

Six a clock. Went to the Opera. I did not see Mr. Froth till the beginning of the second act. Mr. Froth talked to a gentleman in a black wig. Bowed to a Lady in the front box. Mr. Froth and his friend clapped Nicolini in the third Act. Mr. Froth cried out Ancora. Mr. Froth led me to my chair. I think he squeezed 15


my hand.


Eleven at night. Went to bed. Melancholy dreams. thought Nicolini said he was Mr. Froth.

SUNDAY. Indisposed.


MONDAY. Eight a clock. Waked by Miss Kitty. Aurenzebe lay upon the chair by me. Kitty repeated without book the eight best lines in the play. Went in our mobbs to the dumb man, according to appointment. Told me that my lover's name began with a G. Mem. The Conjurer was within a letter of Mr. Froth's

name, &c.


“Upon looking back into this my Journal, I find that I am “ at a loss to know whether I pass my time well or ill; and “indeed never thought of considering how I did it, before I “perused your Speculation upon that subject. I scarce find a “single action in these five days that I can thoroughly approve 30 “of, except the working upon the violet-leaf, which I am “ resolved to finish the first day I am at leisure. As for Mr. Froth and Veny, I did not think they took up so much of my “time and thoughts, as I find they do upon my Journal. The

" latter of them I will turn off if you insist upon it; and if “Mr. Froth does not bring matters to a conclusion very sud“denly, I will not let my life run away in a dream.

Your Humble Servant, Clarinda.


To resume one of the morals of my first paper, and to consider Clarinda in her good inclinations, I would have her consider what a pretty figure she would make among posterity, were the history of her whole life published like these five days of it. I shall conclude my paper with an epitaph written by an uncertain author on Sir Philip Sidney's sister, a Lady who seems to have been of a temper very much different from that of Clarinda. The last thought of it is so very noble, that I dare say my reader will pardon the quotation.

On the Countess Dowager of Pembroke.



Underneath this marble hearse
Lies the subject of all verse,
Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother;
Death, e'er thou hast kill'd another,
Fair and learn'd, and good as she,
Time shall throw a dart at thee.


N° 329. Tuesday, March 18. [1712.]

Ire tamen restat Numa qua devenit & Ancus. Hor.

My friend Sir ROGER DE COVERLY told me the other night, that he had been reading my paper upon Westminster-Abby, in which, says he, there are a great many ingenious fancies.

He told me at the same time, that he observed I had promised 25 another paper upon the Tombs, and that he should be glad to

go and see them with me, not having visited them since he had read history. I could not at first imagine how this came into


the Knight's head, till I recollected that he had been very busy all last summer upon Baker's Chronicle, which he has quoted several times in his dispute with Sir ANDREW FREEPORT since his last coming to town. Accordingly I promised to call upon him the next morning, that we might go together to 5 the Abby.

I found the Knight under his Butler's hands, who always shaves him. He was no sooner dressed, than he called for a glass of the widow Trueby's water, which he told me he always drank before he went abroad. He recommended to me a dram of it at the same time, with so much heartiness, that I could not forbear drinking it. As soon as I had got it down, I found it very unpalatable ; upon which the Knight observing that I had made several wry faces, told me that he knew I should not like it at first, but that it was the best thing in 15 the world against the stone or gravel.

I could have wished indeed that he had acquainted me with the virtues of it sooner; but it was too late to complain, and I knew what he had done was out of good-will. Sir ROGER told me further, that he looked upon it to be very good for a man whilst he staid in town, to keep off infection, and that he got together a quantity of it upon the first news of the sickness being at Dantzick : when of a sudden turning short to one of his servants, who stood behind him, he bid him call a hackneycoach, and take care it was an elderly man that drove it. 25

He then resumed his discourse upon Mrs. Trueby's water, telling me that the widow Trueby was one who did more good than all the Doctors and Apothecaries in the county : that she distilled every poppy that grew within five miles of her, that she distributed her water gratis among all sorts of people; to 30 which the Knight added, that she had a very great jointure, and that the whole country would fain have it a match between him and her; and truly, says Sir ROGER, if I had not been engaged, perhaps I could not have done better.


His discourse was broken off by his man's telling him he had called a coach. Upon our going to it, after having cast his eye upon the wheels, he asked the coach-man if his axle

tree was good ; upon the fellow's telling him he would warrant 5 it, the Knight turned to me, told me he looked like an honest man, and went in without further ceremony.

We had not gone far, when Sir Roger popping out his head, call'd the coachman down from his box, and upon his presenting himself at the window, asked him if he smoaked; as I was considering what this would end in, he bid him stop by the way at any good Tobacconist's, and take in a roll of their best Virginia. Nothing material happened in the remaining part of our journey, till we were set down at the west end of the

Abby. 15 As we went up the body of the church, the Knight pointed

at the trophies upon one of the new monuments, and cry'd out, A brave man I warrant him ! passing afterwards by Sir Cloudsly Shovel, he flung his hand that way, and cryed Sir Cloudsly Shovel ! a very gallant man ! As we stood before Busby's tomb, the Knight uttered himself again after the same manner, Dr. Busby, a great man ! he whipped my grandfather; a very great man ! I should have gone to him my self, if I had not been a blockhead ; a very great man !

We were immediately conducted into the little chappel on the right hand. Sir Roger planting himself at our Historian's elbow, was very attentive to every thing he said, particularly to the account he gave us of the Lord who had cut off the King of Morocco's head. Among several other figures, he was very

well pleased to see the Statesman Cecil upon his knees; and, 30 concluding them all to be great men, was conducted to the

figure which represents that Martyr to good housewifry, who died by the prick of a needle. Upon our Interpreter's telling us, that she was a Maid of Honour to Queen Elizabeth, the Knight was very inquisitive into her name and family; and





after having regarded her finger for some time, I wonder, says he, that Sir Richard Baker has said nothing of her in his Chronicle.

We were then conveyed to the two Coronation-chairs, where my old friend, after having heard that the stone underneath the most ancient of them, which was brought from Scotland, was called Jacob's Pillow, sat himself down in the chair ; and looking like the figure of an old Gothic King, asked our Interpreter, What authority they had to say, that Jacob had ever been in Scotland? The fellow, instead of returning him an answer, told him, that he hoped his Honour would pay his forfeit. I could observe Sir ROGER a little ruffled upon being thus trapanned; but our guide not insisting upon his demand, the Knight soon recovered his good-humour, and whispered in my ear, that if Will. WIMBLE were with us, and saw those two chairs, it would go hard but he would get a tobacco-stopper out of one or t'other of them.

Sir ROGER, in the next place, laid his hand upon Edward the third's sword, and leaning upon the pummel of it, gave us the whole history of the Black Prince ; concluding, that in Sir Richard Baker's opinion, Edward the third was one of the greatest Princes that ever sate upon the English Throne.

We were then shewn Edward the Confessor's tomb; upon which Sir ROGER acquainted us, that he was the first that touched for the Evil ; and afterwards Henry the fourth's, upon which he shook his head, and told us, there was fine reading of the casualties of that reign.

Our Conductor then pointed to that monument where there is the figure of one of our English Kings without an head ; and upon giving us to know, that the head, which was of beaten silver, had been stolen away several years since : some Whig, I'll warrant you, says Sir ROGER; you ought to lock up your Kings better; they will carry off the body too, if you do not take care.




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