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Genius or Capacity, I think it would be very proper, that fome Man of good Senfe and found Judgment fhould prefide over these publick Cries, who 'fhould permit none to lift up their "Voices in our Streets, that have not tuneable Throats, and are not only able to overcome the Noife of the Croud, and the rattling of Coaches, but alfo to vend their refpective Mer6 chandizes in apt Phrafes, and in the most distinct and agreeable Sounds. I 'do therefore humbly recommend my felf as a Perfon rightly qualified for this Poft; and if I meet with fitting Encouragement, fhall communicate fome other Projects which I have by me, that may no lefs conduce to the Emolument of the Publick.

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No 252.

Wednesday, December 19.

Erranti, paffimque oculos per cuncta ferenti.

Virg.

Mr. SPECTATOR,

Am very forry to find by your Difcourfe upon the

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Eye, that you have not thoroughly studied the Nature and Force of that "Part of a beauteous Face. Had you ever been in Love, you would have 'faid ten thousand things, which it 'feems did not occur to you: Do but ' reflect upon the Nonfense it makes 'Men talk, the Flames which it is faid 'to kindle, the Transport it raises, the Dejection it causes in the bravest Men; • and if you do believe those things are 'expreffed to an Extravagance, yet you 'will own, that the Influence of it is very great which moves Men to that 'Extravagance. Certain it is, that the 'whole Strength of the Mind is fome'times feated there; that a kind Look 'im

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imparts all, that a Year's Difcourfe could give you, in one Moment. What matters it what the fays to you, fee how the looks, is the Language of all who know what Love is. When the Mind is thus fummed up and expref'fed in a Glance, did you never obferve a fudden Joy arife in the Countenance of a Lover? Did you never see the Attendance of Years paid, over-paid, ' in an Inftant? You a SPECTATOR, and not know, that the Intelligence ' of Affection is carried on by the Eye only; that Good-breeding has made the Tongue falfify the Heart, and act a Part of continual Conftraint, while "Nature has preferved the Eyes to her felf, that the may not be disguised or 'mifrepresented. The poor Bride can give her Hand, and fay, I do, with a languishing Air to the Man fhe is obliged by cruel Parents to take for mercenary Reasons, but at the fame time 'fhe cannot look as if fhe loved; her "Eye is full of Sorrow, and Reluctance fits in a Tear, while the Offering of "the Sacrifice is performed in what we call the Marriage Ceremony. Do you never go to Plays? Cannot you di'ftinguish between the Eyes of those VOL. VII. F

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" who go to fee, from those who come to be feen? I am a Woman turned of C thirty, and am on the Obfervation a little; therefore if you or your Cor refpondent had confulted me in your Difcourfe on the Eye, I could have told you, that the Eye of Leonora is flily watchful while it looks negligent; fhe looks round her without the help of the Glaffes you fpeak of, and yet feems to be employed on Objects directly before her. This Eye is what 'affects Chance-medley, and on a fudden, as if it attended to another thing, turns all its Charms against an Ogler. 'The Eye of Lufitania is an Inftrument ' of premeditated Murder, but the Defign being visible, deftroys the Execution of it, and with much more Beauty than that of Leonora, it is not half fo mifchievous. There is a brave Soldier's Daughter in Town, that by her Eye has been the Death of more than ever her Father made fly before him. A beautiful Eye makes Silence eloquent, a kind Eye makes Contradi'ction an Affent, an enraged Eye makes Beauty deformed. This little Mem'ber gives Life to every other Part about us, and I believe the Story of

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Argus implies no more than that the Eye is in every Part, that is to fay, every other Part would be mutilated, were not its Force reprefented more by the Eye than even by it felf. But this is Heathen Greek to those who ⚫ have not conversed by Glances. This, Sir, is a Language in which there can 'be no Deceit, nor can a skilful Observer be impofed upon by Looks even among Politicians and Courtiers. If you do me the Honour to print this among your Speculations, I'fhall in my 'next make you a Present of fecret HiC ftory, by tranflating all the Looks of 'the next Affembly of Ladies and Gen⚫tlemen into Words, to adorn some future Paper. I am,

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Your Faithful Friend,

Mary Heartfree.

Dear Mr. SPECTATOR,

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Have a Sot of a Husband that lives a very fcandalous Life, and waftes away his Body and Fortune in De'bauches; and is immoveable to all the Arguments I can urge to him. I would 'gladly know whether in tome Cafes a F 2 · Cudgel

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