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natures put me in mind of the sun, moon, and earth, in the Rehearsal, that danced together for no other end but to eclipse one another.

The reader will easily suppose, by what has been before said, that the lady on the throne would have been almost frighted to distraction, had she seen but any one of these spectres; what then must have been her condition when she saw them all in a body? She fainted and died away at the sight;

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Her spirits faint,
Her blooming cheeks assume a palid teint,
And scarce her form remains.

There was a great change in the hill of money-bags, and the heaps of money, the former shrinking and falling into so many empty bags, that I now found not above a tenth part of them had been filled with money. The rest that took up the same space, and made the same figure as the bags that were really filled with money, had been blown up with the air, and called into my memory the bags full of wind, which Homer tells us his hero received as a present from Æolus. The great heaps of gold on either side the throne now appeared to be only heaps of paper, or little piles of notched sticks, bound up together in bundles like Bath-faggots.

Whilst I was lamenting this sudden desolation that had been made before me, the whole scene vanished: In the room of the frightful spectres, there now entered a second dance of apparitions, very agreeably matched together, and made up of very amiable phantoms. The first pair was Liberty with Monarchy at her right hand; the second was Moderation, leading

in Religion; and the third, a person whom I had never seen, with the genius of Great Britain. At the first entrance the lady revived, the bags swelled to their former bulk, the piles of faggots and heaps of paper changed into pyramids of guineas: and for my own part, I was so transported with joy, that I awaked, though, I must confess, I would fain have fallen asleep again to have closed my vision, if I could have done it.

No. IV. MONDAY, MARCH 5.
-Egregii mortalem altique silenti?
One of uncommon silence and reserve.

HOR.

AN author, when he first appears in the world, is very apt to believe it has nothing to think of but his performances. With a good share of this vanity in zny heart, I made it my business these three days to listen after, my own fame; and as I have sometimes met with circumstances which did not displease me, I have been encountered by others which gave me as much mortification. It is incredible to think how empty I have in this time observed some part of the species to be, what mere blanks they are when they first come abroad in the morning, how utterly they are at a stand until they are set a going by some paragraph in a news-paper: such persons are very acceptable to a young author, for they desire no more in any thing but to be new to be agreeable. If I found consolation among such, I was as much disquieted by the incapacity of others. These are mortals who

have a certain curiosity without power of reflection, and perused my papers like spectators rather than readers. But there is so little pleasure in enquiries, that so nearly concern ourselves (it being the worst way in the world to fame, tobe too anxious about it) that upon the whole I resolved for the future to go on in my ordinary way; and without too much fear or hope about the business of reputation, to be very careful of the design of my actions, but very negligent of the .consequence of them.

It is an endless and frivolous pursuit to act by any other rule than the care of satisfying our minds in what we do. One would think a silent man, who concerns himself with no one breathing, should be very little liable to misinterpretations; and yet I remember I was once taken up for a Jesuit, for no other reason but my profound taciturnity. It is from this misfortune, that to be out of harms way, I have ever since affected crowds. He who comes into assemblies only to gratify his curiosily, and not to make a figure, en. joys the pleasures of retirement in a more exquisite degree than he possibly could in his closet; the lover, the ambitious, and the miser, are followed thither by a worse crowd than any they can withdraw from. To be exempt from the passions with which others are tormented, is the only pleasing solitude. I can very justly say with the ancient sage, “ I am never less alone than when alone.” As I am insignificant to the company in public places, and as it is visible I do not come thither, as most do, to shew myself. I gratify the vanity of all who pretend to make an appearance, and have often as kind looks from well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, as a poet would bestow upon one of his audience. There are so many gratifications attend this public sort of obscurity, that some little distastes I daily receive have lost their anguish; and I did the other day, without the least displeasure, overhear one say of me,“ That strange fellow ;” and another answer, “ I “ have known the fellow's face these twelve years, “ and so must you; but I believe you are the first “ ever asked me who he was.” There are, I must confess, many to whom my person is as well known as that of their nearest relations, who give themselves no farther trouble about calling me by my name or quality, but speak of me very currently by Mr. What d'ye call him.

To make up for these trivial disadvantages, I have the high satisfaction of beholding all nature with an unprejudiced eye; and having nothing to do with men's passions or interests, I can with the greatest sagacity consider their talents, manners, failings, and merits.

It is remarkable that those who want any one sense possess the others with greater force and vivacity. Thus my want of, or rather resignation of, speech, gives me all the advantage of a dumb man. I have; methinks, a more than ordinary penetration in seeing; and flatter myself that I have looked into the highest and lowest of mankind, and make shrewd guesses, without being admitted to their conversation, at the inmost thoughts and reflections of all whom I behold. It is from hence that good or ill fortune has no manner of force towards affecting my judgment. I see men flourishing in courts, and languishing in jails, without being prejudiced from their circumstances to their favour or disadvantage ; but from their inward manner of bearing their condition, often pity the prosperous, and admire the unhappy.

Those who converse with the dumb, know from the turn of their eyes, and the changes of their countenance, their sentiments of the objects before them. I have indulged my silence to such an extravagance, that the few who are intimate with me, answer my smiles with concurrent sentences, and argue to the very point I shaked my head at, without my speaking. Will Honeycomb was very entertaining the other night at the play, to a gentleman who sat on his right hand, while I was at his left. The gentleman believed Will was talking to himself, when upon my looking with great approbation at a young thing in a box before us, he said, “ I am quite of another opinion. She has, I " allow, a very pleasing aspect, but methinks that, « simplicity in her countenance is rather childish 6 than innocent.” When I observed her a second time, he said, “ I grant her dress is very becoming, “ but perhaps the merit of that choice is owing to her “ mother; for though, continued he, 1 allow a beauty 6 to be as much to be commended for the elegance 6 of her dress, as a wit for that of his language; yet “ if she has stolen the colour of her ribbands from “ another, or had advice about her trimmings, I shall “ not allow her the praise of dress, any more than I " would call a plagiary an author.” When I threw my eyes towards the next woman to her, Will spoke what I looked according to his romantic imagination, in the following manner :

“ Behold, you who dare, that charming virgin ; be« hold the beauty of her person chastised by the in-, “ nocence of her thoughts. Chastity, good-nature, “ and affability, are the graces that play in her coun.. “ tenance; sbe knows she is handsome, but she “ knows she is good. Conscious beauty adorned with:

conscious virtue! What a spirit is there in those « eyes! What a bloom in that person! How is the 66 whole woman expressed in her appearance! Her “ air has the beauty of motion, and her look the “ force of language."

It was prudence to turn away my eyes from this, object, and therefore I turned them to the thoughtless creatures who make up the lump of that sex, and move a knowing eye no more than the portraitures of

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