which only made the applause valuable3. He indeed in the same epistle says, "It is a sign we have left off doing things which deserve praise, when we think commendation impertinent.'. This is asserted with a just regard to the persons whose good opinions we wish for; otherwise reputation would be valued according to the number of voices a man has for it, which are not always to be insured on the more virtuous side. But however we pretend to model these nice affairs, true glory will never attend any thing but truth; and there is something so peculiar in it, that the very self-same action, done by different men, cannot merit the same degree of applause. The Roman, who was surprised in the enemy's camp before he had accomplished his design, and thrust his bare arm into a flaming pile, telling the general there were many as determined as himself, who, against sense of danger, had conspired his death, wrought in the very enemy an admiration of his fortitude, and a dismission with applause. But the condemned slave, who represented him in the theatre, and consumed his arm in the same manner, with the same resolution, did not raise in the spectators a great idea of his virtue, but of him whom he imitated in an action no way differing from that of the real Scævola, but in the motive to it. This true glory is inseparable from true merit ; and whatever you call men, they are no more than what they are in themselves; but a romantic sense has crept into the minds of the generality, who will ever mistake words and appearances for persons and things. The simplicity of the ancients was as conspicuous in the address of their writings as in any other monu 3 C. Plin. Epist. lib. iii. ep. 21. ments they have left behind them. Cæsar and Augustus were much more high words of respect, when added to occasions fit for their characters to appear in, than any appellations which have ever been since thought of. The latter of these great men had a very pleasant way of dealing with applications of this kind. When he received pieces of poetry which he thought had worth in them, he rewarded the writer; but where he thought them empty, he generally returned the compliment made him with some verses of his own. This latter method I have at present occasion to imitate. A female author has dedicated a piece to me, wherein she would make my name, as she has others, the introduction of whatever is to follow in her book; and has spoke some panegyrical things which I know not how to return, for want of better acquaintance with the lady, and consequently being out of a capacity of giving her praise or blame; all therefore that is left for me, according to the foregoing rules, is to lay the picture of a good and evil woman before her eyes, which are but mere words if they do not concern her. Now you are to observe, the way in a dedication is, to make all the rest of the world as little like the person we address to as possible, according to the following epistle : 5 Mrs. D. Manley's "Memoirs of Europe towards the Close of the 8th Century, written by Eginardus, Secretary, &c. to Charlemagne, and done into English by the Translator of the New Atalantis." See N° 35, Sagissa; No 163, Mira; and N° 174, Lady Fidget: all conjectured to have had allusions to Mrs. Manley, N° 178. TUESDAY, MAY 30, 1710. WH Sheer Lane, May 29. HEN we look into the delightful history of the most ingenious Don Quixote of La Mancha, and consider the exercises and manner of life of that renowned gentleman, we cannot but admire the exquisite genius and discerning spirit of Michael Cervantes; who has not only painted his adventurer with great mastery in the conspicuous parts of his story, which relate to love and honour, but also intimated in his ordinary life, in his œconomy and furniture, the infallible symptoms he gave of his growing phrenzy, before he declared himself a knight-errant. His hall was furnished with old lances, halberds, and morions; his food, lentils; his dress, amorous. He slept moderately, rose early, and spent his time in hunting. When, by watchfulness and exercise, he was thus qualified for the hardships of his intended peregrinations, he had nothing more to do but to fall hard to study; and, before he should apply himself to the practical part, get into the methods of making love and war by reading books of knighthood. As for raising tender passions in him, Cervantes reports, that he was wonderfully delighted with a smooth intricate sentence; and when they listened at his study-door, they could frequently hear him read loud, The reason of the unreasonableness, which against my reason is wrought, doth so weaken my reason, as with all reason I do justly complain of your beauty.' Again, VOL. III. Y he would pause until he came to another charming sentence, and, with the most pleasing accent imaginable, be loud at a new paragraph: The high heavens, which, with your divinity, do fortify you divinely with the stars, make you deserveress of the deserts that your greatness deserves.' With these and other such passages, says my author, the poor gentleman grew distracted, and was breaking his brains day and night to understand and unravel their sense. As much as the case of this distempered knight is received by all the readers of his history as the most incurable and ridiculous of all phrensies; it is very certain we have crowds among us far gone in as visible a madness as his, though they are not observed to be in that condition. As great and useful discoveries are sometimes made by accidental and small beginnings, I came to the knowledge of the most epidemic ill of this sort, by falling into a coffee-house, where I saw my friend the upholsterer, whose crack towards politics I have heretofore mentioned'. This touch in the brain of the British subject, is as certainly owing to the reading the news-papers, as that of the Spanish worthy above-mentioned to the reading. works of chivalry. My contemporaries the novelists have, for the better spinning out paragraphs, and working down to the end of their columns, a most happy art in saying and unsaying, giving hints of intelligence, and interpretations of indifferent actions, to the great disturbance of the brains of ordinary readers. This way of going on in the words, and making no progress in the sense, is more particularly the excellency of my most ingenious and renowned See No 155, 160, and 171, Also No 180, and 232. 6 fellow-labourer, the Post-man'; and it is to this talent in him that I impute the loss of my uphol sterer's intellects. That unfortunate tradesman has, for years past, been the chief orator in ragged assemblies, and the reader in alley coffee-houses. He was yesterday surrounded by an audience of that sort, among whom I sat unobserved, through the favour of a cloud of tobacco, and saw him with the Post-man in his hand, and all the other papers safe under his elbow. He was intermixing remarks, and reading the Paris article of May the thirtieth, which says, that it is given out that an express arrived this day with advice, that the armies were so near in the plain of Lens, that they cannonaded each other.' Ay, ay, here we will have sport.' And that it was highly probable the next express would bring us an account of an engagement.' They are welcome, as soon as they please.' Though some others say, that the same will be put off until the second or third of June, because the marshal Villars expects some further reinforcements from Germany, and other parts, before that time.' • What a-pox does he put it off for? Does he think our horse is not marching up at the same time? But let us see what he says further.' They hope that monsieur Albergotti, being encouraged by the presence of so great an army, will make an extraordinary defence.' Why, then, I find, Albergotti is one of those that love to have a great many on their side. Nay, I will say that for this paper, he makes the most natural inferences of any of them all.' The elector of Bavaria, being uneasy to be without any command, has desired leave to come to court, to communicate a certain project to his majesty. Whatever it be, it is said, 2 See N° 18. 6 |