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The Queen of Furies by their side is set,
And snatches from their Mouths th' untasted Meat;
which if they touch, her bising Snakes Me rears,
Toffing her Torch, and thund'ring in their Ears. Dryd.

THAT I may a little alleviate the severity of this my Speculation (which otherwise may lose me several of my polite Readers) I shall translate a Story that has been quoted upon another Occasion by one of the most learned Men of the present Age, as I find it in the Original. The Reader will see it is not foreign to my present Subject, and I dare lay will think it a lively Representation of a Person lying under the Torments of such a kind of Tantalism, or Platonick Hell, as that which we have now under Consideration. Monsieur Pontignan, speaking of a Love Adventure that happened to him in the Country, gives the following Account of it.

- WHEN I was in the Country last Summer, I was I often in Company with a Couple of charming Women, ' who had all the Wit and Beauty one could desire in • Female Companions, with a Dash of Coquetry, that • from time to time gave me a great many agreeable " Torments. I was, after my Way, in Love with both • of them, and had such frequent Opportunities of • pleading my Passion to them when they were asunder, • that I had Reason to hope for particular Favours from I each of them. As I was walking one Evening in • my Chamber with nothing about me but my Night• Gown, they both came into my Room and told me, • they had a very pleasant Trick to put upon a Gen• tleman that was in the same House, provided I would 'bear a part in it. Upon this they told me such a

plausible Story, that I laughed at their Contrivance, • and agreed to do whatever they should require of 'me. They immediately began to swaddle me up in 'my Night-Gown with long Pieces of Linnen, which • they folded about me till they had wrapt me in " above an hundred Yards of Swathe : My Arms were • pressed to my sides, and my Legs closed together by • so many Wrappers one over another, that I looked • like an Egyptian Mummy. As I stood bolt upright ' upon one End in this antique Figure, one of the La

• dies burst out a laughing. ~ And now Pontignan, says " she, we intend to perform the Promise that we find

you have extorted from each of us. You have often as asked the Favour of us, and I dare say you are a bet

ter bred Cavalier than to refuse to go to Bed to two " Ladies that defire it of you. After having stood a Fit

of Laughter, I begged them to uncase me, and do with. me what they pleased. No, no, say they, we like

you very well as you are; and upon that ordered me "to be carried to one of their Houses, and put to Bed ' in all my Swaddles. The Room was lighted up on all

Sides: and I was laid yery decently between a Pair of 'Sheets, with my Head (which was indeed the only ' Part I could move) upon a very high Pillow: This I was no sooner done, but my two Female Friends came Sinto Bed to me in their finest Night-Cloaths. You * may easily guess at the Condition of a Man that law ' a Couple of the most beautiful Women in the World

undrest and abed with him, without being able to • ftir Hand or Foot. I begged them to release me, and « struggled all I could to get loose, which I did with so ' much Violence, that about Mid-night they both leaped "out of the Bed, crying out they were undone. But • seeing me fafe, they took their Posts again, and re'newed their Raillery. Finding all my Prayers and “ 'Endeavours were lott, I composed my self as well as ' I could; and told them, that if they would not unbindi

me, I would fall asleep between them, and by that * means disgrace them for ever : But alas! this was im« poslible; could I have been disposed to it, they would • have prevented' me by several little ill-natured Ca.

reflcs and Endearments which they bestowed upon me. . As much devoted as I am to Womankind, I would not "pals such another Night to be Master of the whole • Sex. My Reader will doubtless be curious to know "what became of me the next Morning: Why truly • my Bed-fellows left me about an Hour before Day, ' and told me if I would be good and lie ftill, they

would send some Body to take me up as soon as it was • time for me to rise: Accordingly about Nine a Clock ' in the Morning an Old Woman came to unswathe me. I bore all this very patiently, being resolved to take my

• Revenge

93 The SPECTATOR. 43 • Revenge of my Tormentors, and to keep no Measures

with them as foon as I was ar Liberty ; but upon asking s my old Woman what was become of the two Ladies, • fhe told me she believed they were by that Time withsin Sight of Paris, for that they went away in a Coach & and fix before five a Clock in the Morning.. L

No 91.

Thursday, June 14.

In furias ignemque ruunt, Amor omnibus IdemVirg. THO' the Subject I am now going upon would be

much more properly the Foundation of a Come.

dy, I cannot forbear inserting the Circumstances which pleased me in the Account a young Lady gave me of the Loves of a Family in Town, which shall be nameJefs; or rather for the better Sound and Elevation of the History, instead of Mr. and Mrs. fuch-a-one, I shall call them by feigned Names. Without further Preface, you are to know, that within the Liberties of the City of Westminster lives the Lady Honorii, a Widow about the Age of Forty, of a healthy Constitution, gay Tem. per, and elegant Person. She dresses a little too much like a Girl, affects a childish Fondness in the Tone of her Voice, sometimes a pretty Sullenness in the leaning of her Head, and now and then a Down-cast of her Eyes on her Fan: Neither her Imagination nor her Health would ever give her to know that she is turned. of Twenty; but that in the midst of these pretty Soft. nesses, and Airs of Delicacy and Attraction, she has a tall Daughter with a Fortnight of Fifteen, who impertinently comes into the Room, and towers so much towards Woman, that her Mother is always checked by her Presence, and every Charm of Honoria droops at the Entrance of Flavia. The agreeable Flavia would be what she is not, as well as her Mother Honoria; but all their Beholders are more partial to an Affectation of what a Person is growing up to, than of what has : been already enjoyed, and is gone for ever. It is: therefore allowed to Flavia to look forward, but not to Honoria to look back. Flavia is no way dependant on her Mother with relation to her Fortune, for which Reason they live almost upon an Equality in Conversa. tion; and as Honoria has given Flavia to understand, that it is ill-bred to be always calling Mother, Flavia is as well pleased never to be called Child. It happens by this Means, that these Ladies are generally Rivals in all Places where they appear; and the Words Mother and Daughter never pals between them but out of Spite, Flavia one Night at a Play observing Honoria draw the Eyes of several in the Pit, called to ă Lady who fat by her, and bid her ask her Mother to lend her her SnuffBox for one Moment. Another Time, when a Lover of Honoria was on his Knees beseeching the Favour to kiss her hand, Flavia rushing into the Room kneeled down by him and asked Blessing. Several of these contraditory Acts of Duty have raised between them such a Coldness, that they generally converse when they are in mixed Company by way of talking at one another, and not to one another. Honoria is ever complaining of a certain Sufficiency in the young Women of this Age, who assume to themselves an Authority of carrying all things before them, as if they were poffeffors of the Esteem of Mankind; and all, who were but a Year before them in the World, were neglected or deceased. Flavia upon such a Provocation, is sure to obLerve, that there are people who can resign nothing, and know not how to give up what they know they cannot hold ; that there are those who will not allow Youth their Follies, not because they are themselves past them, but because they love to continue in them. These Beauties rival each other on all Occasions, not that they have always had the same Lovers, but each has kept up a Vanity to shew the other the Charms of her Lover, Dick Crastin and Tom Tulip, among many others, have of late been Pretenders in this Family: Dick to Honoria, Tom to Flavia. Dick is the only surviving Beau of the last Age. and Tom almost the only one that keeps up that Order of Men in this.


I wilh I could repeat the little Circumstances of a Conversation of the four Lovers with the Spirit in

which the young Lady, I had my Account from, reprefented it at a Visit where I had the Honour to be prelent; but it seems Dick Craftin, the Admirer of Honoria, and Tom Tulip the Pretender to Flavia, were purposely admitted together by the Ladies, that cach might Thew the other that her Lover had the Superiority in the Accomplishments of that Sort of Creature wliom the fillier Part of Women call a fine Gentleman. As this Age has a much more gross Taste in Courtship, as well as in every thing else, than the last had, these Gentlemen are Instances of it in their different Manner of Application. Tulip is ever making Allusions to the Vigour of his Perfon, the finewy Force of his Make; while Craslin professes a wary Observation of the Turns of his Mistress's Mind. Tulip gives himself the Air of a resistless Ravisher, Craftin praaises that of a skilful Lover. Poetry is the inseparable Property of every Man in Love; and as Men of Wit write Verses on those Occasions, the rest of the World repeat the Verses of others. These Servants of the Ladies were used to imitate their Manner of Conversation, and allude to one another, rather than interchange Discourse in what they said when they met. Tulip the other Day seized his Mistress’s Hand, and repeated out of Ovid's Art of Love,

'Tis I can in soft Battles pass the Night, Tet rise next Morning vigorous for the Fight, Fresh' as the Day, and active as the Light. UPON hearing this, Craftin, with an Air of Defc. rence, played Honoria's Fan, and repeated,

Sidley has that prevailing gentle Art, i That can, with a resistless Charm, impart: The loosest Wishes to the chastest Heart : i! Raise such'a Conflict, kindle such a Fire, Between declining Virtue and Desire, a Till the poor vanquish'd Maid dissolves away . In Dreams all Night, in sighs and Tears all Day. WHEN Craftin had uttered these Verses, with a Tenderness which at once spoke Passion and Respect,


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