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World, and the great Surprise which it will produce among those who are his Superiors in this. " Then shall • the righteous Man stand in great Boldness before the • Face of such as have afflicted him, and made no Ac• count of his Labours. When they see it, they shall • be troubled with terrible Fear, and shall be amazed at • the Strangeness of his Salvation, so far beyond all that

they looked for. And they repenting and groaning for Anguish of Spirit, shall say within themselves; This

he whom we had sometime in Derifion, and a Pro. verb of Reproach. We Fools accounted his Life Mad• ness, and his End to be without Honour. How is he • numbered among the Children of God, and his Lot is

among the Saints!

If the Reader would see the Description of a Life that is passed away in Vanity and among the Shadows of Pomp and Greatness, he may see it very finely drawn in the same Place. In the mean time, since it is necessary in the present Conftitution of Things, that Order and Distinction should be kept in the World, we should be happy, if those who enjoy the upper Stations in it, would endeavour to surpass others, in Virtue, as much as in Rank, and by their Humanity and Condescension make their Superiority easy and acceptable to those who are beneath them; and if, on the contrary, those who are in meaner Pofts of Life, would consider how they may better their Condition hereafter, and by a juft Deference and Submission to their Superiors, make them happy in those Blessings with which Providence has thought fit to distinguish them.

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No. 220. Monday, November 12.

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Rumoresque ferit varios Virg. Æn. 12. V.. 228.
A thousand Rumours spread.
SIR,

H Y will you apply to my Father for my Love!

I cannot help it if he will give you my Person ; • but I assure you it is not in his Power, nor even in my

own, to give you my Heart. Dear Sir, do but confi• der the ill Consequence of such a Match; you are Fif.

ty-five, I Twenty-one. You are a Man of Business, • and mightly conversant in Arithmetick and making • Calculations; be pleased therefore to consider what • Proportion your Spirits bear to mine, and when you • have made a juft Etimate of the necessary Decay on

one Side, and the Redundance on the other, you will • act accordingly. This perhaps is such Language as you • may not expect from a young Lady; but my Happi

ness is at Stake, and I must talk plainly. I mortally • hate you; and so, as you and my Father agree, you.

may take me or leave me: But if you will be so good as never to see me more, you will for ever oblige,

SIR, Your most humble Servant,

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HENRIETTA. Mr. SPECTATOR,

HERE are so many Artifices and Modes of false

Wit, and such a Variety of Humour discovers« it self among its Votaries, that it would be impoffible « to exhaust fo fertile a Subject, if you would think fit to « resume it. The following Instances may, think a fit, be added by way of Appendix to your Discourses on that Subject.

THAT Feat of Poetical Activity mentioned by « Horace, of an Author who could compose two hundred : Verses while he stood upon one Leg, has been imitated.

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(as I have heard) by a modern Writer; who priding him

self on the Hurry of his. Invention, thought it no small « Addition to his Fame to have each Piece minuted with « the exact Number of Hours or Days it coft him in the

Composition. He could taste no Praise till he had acquainted you in how hhort Space of time he had de« served it, and was not so much led to an Oftentation of his Art, as of his Dispatch.

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fi vis, Accipiam tabulas; detur nobis locus, hora, Cuftodes : videamus uter plus fcribere pofit.

Hor. Sat. 4.1. 1. V. 14. Here's Pen and Ink, and Time, and Place; let's try, Who can write moft, and fastest, you or I. Creech.

. THIS was the whole of his Ambition ; and there. fore I cannot but think the Flights of this rapid Author

very proper to be opposed to those laborious Nothings which you

have observed were the Delight of the German Wits, and in which they so happily got rid of fuck a tedious Quantity of their Time. « I have known a Gentleman of another Turn of Humour, who, despising the Name of an Author, never

printed his Works, but contracted his Talent, and by " the help of a very fine Diamond which he wore on

his little Finger, was a considerable Poet upon. Glass. • He had a very good Epigrammatick Wit; and there

was not a Parlour or Tavern-Window where he • visited or dined for some Years, which did not re• ceive fomc Sketches or Memorials of it. It was his • Misfortune at last to lose his Genius and his Ring to a

Sharper at Play, and he has not attempted to make a • Verse fince.

“BUT of all Contractions or Expedients for Wit, I admire that of an ingenious Projector whose Book I have seen. This Virtuoso being a Mathematician, has, according to his Taste, thrown the Art of Poetry into a short Problem, and contrived Tables, by which any one without knowing a Word of Grammar or Sense,

at Comfort, be able to compose, or rather ta erect Latin Verses. His Tables are a Kind of

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• Poetical Logarithms, which being divided into several • Squares, and all inscribed with so many incoherent • Words, appear to the Eye fomewhat like a Fortune• telling Screen. What a Joy muft it be to the unlearned • Operator to find that these Words being carefully col·lected and writ down in Order according to the Pro• blem, start of themselves into Hexameter and Penta• meter Verses? A Friend of mine, who is a Student in • Aftrology, meeting with this Book, performed the Ope• ration, by the Rules there set down; he shewed his • Verses to the next of his Acquaintance, who happened • to underfand Latin ; and being informed they described • a Tempest of Wind, very luckily prefixed them, toge“ther with a Translation, to an Almanack he was just . then printing, and was supposed to have foretold the " laft great Storm.

• I think the only Improvement beyond this, would be that which the late Duke of Buckingham mentioned

to a stupid Pretender to Poetry, as the Project of a & Dutch Mechanick, viz. a Mill to make Verses. This • being the most compendious Method of all which have " yet been proposed, may deserve the Thoughts of our • modern Virtuofi who are employed in new Discoveries . for the publick Good: And it may be worth the while • to consider, whether in an Island where few are con• tent without being thought Wits, it will not be a com« mon Benefit, that Wit as well as Labour should be made cheap

SIR,

I am,

Your bnmble Servant, &c.

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Mr. SPECTATOR,

OFTEN dine at a Gentleman's House, where

there are two young Ladies in themselves very agree• able, but very cold in their Behaviour, because they un« derstand me for a Person that is to break my Mind, as • the Phrase is, very suddenly to one of them. But I ! take this Way to acquaint them, that I am not in Love • with either of them, in Hopes they will use me with

that agreeable Freedom and Indifference which they do

• all the rest of the World, and not to drink to one ano*ther only, but sometimes cast a kind Look, with their 6 Service to,

SIR, Your humble Servant,

Mr. SPECTATOR, : I

Good-breeding to pull off my Hat when I see any • thing peculiarly charming in any Woman, whether I

know her or not. I take care that there is nothing • ludicrous or arch in my Manner, as if I were to betray

a Woman into a Salutation by way of Jeft or Humour ;

and yet except I am acquainted with her, I find the I ever takes it for a Rule, that she is to look upon this • Civility and Homage I pay to her supposed Merit, as

an Impertinence or forwardness which she is to ob4 ferve and neglect. I wish, Sir, you would settle the

Business of Salutation; and please to inform me how • I shall resist the sudden Impulse I have to be civil to ! what gives an Idea of Merit; or tell these Creatures • how to behave themselves in Return to the Efteem I • have for them. My Affairs are such, that your Deci' fion will be a Favour to me, if it be only to save the unnecessary Expence of wearing out my Hat fo fast as I do at present.

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P. S. «THERE are some that do know me, and I won't bow to me.

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Tuesday,

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