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dering that it is in a few hands. To the greater part of mankind the duties of life are inconsistent with much study; and the hours which they would spend upon letters must be stolen from their occupations and their families. Many suffer themselves to be lured by more sprightly and luxurious pleasures from the shades of contemplation, where they find seldom more than a calm delight, such as, though greater than all others, its certainty and its duration being reckoned with its power of gratification, is yet easily quitted for some extemporary joy, which the present moment offers, and another, perhaps, will put out of reach.
It is the great excellence of learning, that it borrows very little from time or place; it is not confined to season or to climate, to cities or to the country, but may be cultivated and enjoyed where no other pleasure can be obtained. lity, which constitutes much of its value, is one. occasion of neglect ; what may be done at all times with equal propriety, is deferred from day to day, till the mind is gradually reconciled to the omission, and the attention is turned to other objects. Thus habitual idleness gains too much power to be conquered, and the soul shrinks from the idea of intellectual labour and intenseness of meditation.
That those who profess to advance learning sometimes obstruct it, cannot be denied ; the continual multiplication of books not only distracts choice, but disappoints inquiry. To him that has moderately stored his mind with images, few writers afford any novelty ; or what little they have to add to the common stock of learning, is so buried in the mass of general notions, that, like silver
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mingled with the ore of lead, it is too little to pay for the labour of separation; and he that has often been deceived by the promise of a title, at last grows weary of examining, and is tempted to consider all as equally fallacious..
There are indeed some repetitions always lawful, because they never deceive. He that writes the history of past times, undertakes only to decorate known facts by new beauties of method or of style, or at most to illustrate them by his own reflections. The author of a system, whether moral or physical, is obliged to nothing beyond care of selection and regularity of disposition. But there are others who claim the name of authors merely to disgrace it, and fill the world with volumes only to bury letters in their own rubbish. The traveller, who tells, in a pompous folio, that he saw the Pantheon at Rome, and the Medicean Venus at Florence; the natural historian, who, describing the productions of a narrow island, recounts all that it has in common with every other part of the world ; the collector of antiquities, that accounts every thing a curiosity which the ruins of Herculaneum happen to emit, though an instrument already shewn in a thousand repositories, or a cup common to the ancients, the moderns, and all mankind ; may be justly, censured as the persecutors of students, and the thieves of that time which never can be restored.
N°95. SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 1760.
TO THE IDLER.
MR IDLER, IT is, I think, universally agreed, that seldom any good is gotten by complaint ; yet we find that few forbear to complain, but those who are afraid of being reproached as the authors of their own mi. series. I hope therefore for the common permission, to lay my case before you and your readers, by which I shall disburden my heart, though I cannot hope to receive either assistance or consolation,
I am a trader, and owe my fortune to frugality and industry. I began with little ; but by the easy and obvious method of spending less than I gain, I have every year added something to my stock, and expect to have a seat in the commoncouncil at the next election. My wife, who was as prudent as myself, died
years ago, and left me one son and one daughter, for whose sake I resolved never to marry again, and rejected the overtures of Mrs Squeeze, the broker's widow, who had ten thousand pounds at her own disposal.
I bred my son at a school near Islington ; and when he had learned arithmetick, and wrote a good hand, I took him into the shop, designing, in
about ten years, to retire to Stratford or Hackney, and leave him established in the business.
For four years he was diligent and sedate, entered the shop before it was opened, and when it was shut always examined the pins of the window. In any intermission of business it was his constant practice to peruse the ledger. I had always great hopes of him, when I observed how sorrowfully he would shake his head over a bad debt, and how eagerly he would listen to me when I told him that he might at one time or other become an alderman,
We lived together with mutual confidence, till unluckily a visit was paid him by two of his school. fellows who were placed, I suppose, in the army, because they were fit for nothing better : they came glittering in their military dress, accosted their old acquaintance, and invited him to a tavern, where, as I have been since informed, they ridiculed the meanness of commerce, and wondered how a youth of spirit could spend the prime of life behind a counter.
I did not suspect any mischief. I krew my son was never without money in his pocket, and was better able to pay his reckoning than his compa. nions; and expected to see him triumphing in his own advantages, and congratulating himself that he was not one of those who expose their heads to a musquet bullet for three shillings a day.
He returned sullen and thoughtful; I supposed him sorry
for the hard fortune of his friends; and tried to comfort him, by saying that the war would soon be at an end, and that, if they had any
ho. nest oc: pation, half-pay would be a pretty help. He looked at me with indignation; and snatching up his candle, told me, as he went up stairs, that be hoped to see a battle yet.
Why he hoped to see a battle, I could not con. ceive, but let him go quietly to sleep away his folly. Next day he made two mistakes in the first bill
, disobliged a customer by surly answers, and dated all his
entries in the journal in a wrong month. At night he met his military companions again, came home late, and quarelled with the maid.
From this fatal interview he has gradually lost all his laudable passions and desires. He soon grew useless in the shop, where, indeed, I did not wil. lingly trust him any longer: for he often mistook the price of goods to his own loss, and once gave a promissory note instead of a receipt.
I did not know to what degree he was corrupted, till an honest taylor gave me notice that he had bespoke a laced suit, which was to be left for him at a house kept by the sister of one of my journeymen. I went to this clandestine lodging, and found, to my amazement, all the ornaments of a fine
gentleman, which he has taken upon credit, or purchased with money subducted from the shop.
"This detection has made him desperate. He now openly declares his ressolution to be a gentleman; says that his soul is too great for a countinghouse; ridicules the conversation of city taverns; talks of new plays, and boxes, and ladies ; gives duchesses for his toasts; carries silver, for readiness, in his waistcoat-pocket; and comes home at night in a chair, with such thunders at the door, as have more than once brought the watchmen from their stands. Vol. IX.