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No. DCXIX. FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 12.
Exerce imperia, & ramos compesce fluentes.
Exert a rigorous sway,
And lop the too luxuriant boughs away.
I HAVE often thought, that if the several letters, which are written to me under the character of Spectator, and which I have not made use of, were published in a volume, they would not be an unentertaining collection. The variety of the subjects, styles, sentiments, and informations, which are transmitted to me, would lead a very curious, or very idle reader insensibly along, through a great many pages. I know some authors, who would pick up a secret history out of such materials, and make a bookseller an alderman by the copy. I shall therefore carefully preserve the original papers in a room set apart for that purpose, to the end that they may be of service to posterity ; but shall at present content myself with owning the receipt of several letters, lately come to my hands, the authors whereof are impatient for an answer.
Clarissa, whose letter is dated from Cornhill, desires to be eased in some scruples relating to the skill of astrologers. Referred to the dumb man for an answer.
J. C. who proposes a love case, as he calls it, to the love-casuist, is hereby desired to speak of it to the minister of the parish; it being a case of conscience.
The poor young lady, whose letter is dated October 26, who complains of a harsh guardian, and an unkind brother, can only have my good wishes, unless she pleases to be more particular.
The petition of a certain gentleman, whose name I have forgot, famous for renewing the curls of a decayed periwig, is referred to the censor of small wares.
The remonstrance of T. C. against the profanation of the sabbath by barbers, shoe-cleaners, S^c. had better be offered to the society of reformers.
A learned and laborious treatise upon the art of fencing, returned to the author.
To the gentlemen of Oxford, who desires me to insert a copy of Latin verses, which were denied a place in the university book. Answer. Nonum pvematur in annum.
To my learned correspondent who writes against masters gowns, and poke sleeves, with a word in defence of large scarfs. Answer. I resolve not to raise animosities among the clergy.
To the lady who writes with rage against one of her ' own sex, upon the account of party warmth. Answer. Is not the lady she writes against reckoned handsome?
I desire Tom Truelove, (who sends me a sonnet upon his mistress with a desire to print it immediately) to consider, that it is long since I was in love.
I shall answer a very profound letter from my old friend the upholsterer, who is still inquisitive whether the king of Sweden be living or dead, by whispering him in the ear, that I believe he is alive.
Let Mr. Dapperwit consider, what is that long story of the cuckoldom to me?
At the earnest desire of Monimia's lover, who declares himself very penitent, he is recorded in roy paper by the name of the faithful Castalio.
The petition of Charles Cocksure, which the petitioner styles very reasonable....Rejected.
The memorial of Philander, which he desires may be dispatched out of hand, postponed.
I desire S. R. not to repeat the expression 'under the sun' so often in his next letter.
The letter of P. S. who desires either to have it printed entire, or committed to the flames.
Not to be printed entire.
No. DCXX. MONDAY, NOVEMBER 15.
Hie ver, hie est, tibi quern promitti s<epius audis.
Eehold the promis'd chief!
HAVING lately presented my reader with a topy of verses full of the false sublime, I shall here communicate to him an excellent specimen of the true: though it hath not been yet published, the judicious reader will readily discern it to be the work of a master: and if he hath read that noble poem on the Prospect of Peace, he will not be at a loss to guess at the author.
THE ROYAL PROGRESS.
vOL. vIII. T
. My muse th' expected hero shall pursue
By longing nations for the throne design'd,
Through stately towns, and many a fertile plain.
In Haga's towers he waits, till eastern gales
But see! to Britain's isle the squadrons stand, And leave the sinking towers, and lessening land. The royal bark bounds o'er the floating plain, Breaks thro' the billows, and divides the main. O'er the vast deep, great monarch dart thine eyes, A wat'ry prospect bounded by the skies: Ten thousand vessels, from ten thousand shores, Bring gums and gold, and either India's stores: Behold the tributes hastening to thy throne, And see the wide horizon all thy own.
Still is it thine; tho' now the cheerful crew Hail Albion's cliffs, just whitening to the view. Before the wind with swelling sails they ride, Till Thames receives them in his opening tide. The monarch hears the thundering peals around, From trembling woods and echoing hills rebound, Nor misses yet, amid the deafening train, The roarings of the hoarse resounding main.
As in the flood he sails, from either side,
The sun now rolling down the western way,
Welcome, great stranger, to our longing eyes,