Sidor som bilder

may hear of a purchaser at Lady Whim's in New Bond street.

Your's, &c.


SIR, If you will pay off my milk-score and lodgings, stop my taylor from arresting me, and put twenty pieces in my pocket, I will immediately set out for Lyons on foot, and stay there till I have translated into English the manuscript of Longinus, which you talk of in your fifty-first paper. Favour me with a specdy answer, directed to Mr. Quillit, at the cork-cutter's in Wychstreet, Drury-lane.

P. S. Seven booksellers have already applied to me, and offer to pay me very generously for my translation, especially as there is no French one for me to confult.


SIR, You affect great tenderness and sensibility whenever you speak of the ladies. I have always despised them as- trilling and expensive animals; and have, therefore, enjoyed the delicious liberty of what they idly and opprobriously call an old bachelor. I consider love in no other light, than as the parent of misery and folly, and the son of idleness and ease. I am, therefore, inexpreffibly delighted with a passage of uncommon sense and


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penetration, which I lately met with in the works of the celebrated Huet; and which, because no Englith writer has taken notice of it, I beg you would publish for the use of my countrymen, as it will impart to them a method of escaping the despicable lot of living under

female tyranny.


“Love," says this judicious prelate, “is not only a

passion of the soul like hatred and envy, but is also a “ malady of the body like a fever. It is situated in " the blood and the animal spirits, which are extraor“ dinarily inflamed and agitated; and it ought to be “ treated methodically by the rules of medicine, in ore

der to effect a cure. I am of opinion, that this disor, “ der may easily be fubdued by plentiful sweats and co“ pious bleedings, which would carry off the peccant « humours and these violent inflammations, would purge " the blood, calm its emotion, and re-establish it in its “ former natural state. This is not merely groundless “ conjecture, it is an opinion founded on experience.

A great prince, with whom I was intimately acquaint" ed, having conceived a violent passion for a young “ lady of exalted merit, was obliged to leave her, and to take the field with the

army. During this ab“ sence, his love was cherished and kept alive by a very frequent and regular intercourse of letters to the 56 end of the campaign, when a dangerous fickness re“ duced him to extremity. By applying to the most

powerful and efficacious drugs physic could boast of,“ he recovered his health, but lost his passion, which " the great eyacuations he had used had entirely car" ried off unknown to him. For imagining that he

was as much in love as ever, he found himself unexe pectedly cold and indifferent, the first time he beheid




“ again the lady of whom he had been so passionately “ fond. The like accident befel one of my most inti

mate friends, who recovering from a long and stub" born feyer by falling into copious sweats, perceived

at the same time that he was cured of a passion, that “ for some time before had continually teized and “ grievously tormented him. He had no longer any “ taste for the object he formerly adored, attempted “ in vain to renew his gallantries, and found that in “ fenfibility and dislike had banished tenderness and “ respect."

I am your's,



one of

SIR, IN your laté sermons I am informed, for I never read myself, that you have presumed to speak with ridicule and contempt of the noble order of Bucks. Seven of us agreed last night at the King's Arms, that if you dared to be guilty of the like impudence a second time, we would come in a body and untile your garret, burn your pocket-book of hints, throw your papers ready written for the press into a jakes, and drive you out into the Strand in your tatterred night.gown and slipers: and you may guess what a fine fpectacle the mob will think an animal that so seldom sees the sun as you do. I assure you, hat next to a day at Broughton's, or the damna.

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tion of a new play, the truest joy of our fraternity is,

to hunt an author."



Bob Whipctean.

No. LXXII. Saturday, July 14, 1753.

Ιολλα μεταξυ τελει καλυκες και χειλεος ακρύ.


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The following narrative is by an eastern tradition ata tributed to one Heli Ben Hamet, a moralist of Arabia, who is said to have delivered his precepts in public and periodical orations. This tradition corresponds with the manner in which the narrative is introduced ; and, indeed, it may possibly have no other foundation : but the tradition ját felf, however founded, is sufficient authority to consider Heli as the literary Adventurer of a remote age and nation; and as only one number of his work is extant, I shall not fcruple to incorporate it with my own.

Doft thou aik a torch to discover the brightness of the morning ? dost thou appeal to argument for proofs


of Divine perfection! Look down to the earth on which thou standeft, and lift up thine eye to the worlds that roll above thee. - Thou beholdeft fplendor, abundance, and beauty; is not He who produced them Mighty? Thou confidereft; is not he who formed thy understanding, Wise? Thou enjoyeft ; is not He who gratifies thy senses, Good? Can aught have limited his bounty but his wisdom? or can defects in his fagacity be discoversed by thine? To Heli, the preacher of humility and -resignation, let thine ear be again attentive, thou whose heart has rebelled in secret, and whose wish has filently accused thy Maker.

I rofe early in the morning to meditate, that I might without presumption hope to be heard. I left my habitation, and, turning from the beaten path, I wandered without remarking my way, or regarding any object that I passed, till the extreme heat of the sun, which now approached the meridian, compelled my attention.. The weariness which I had insensibly contracted by the length of my walk, became in a moment insupportable; and looking round for shelter, I suddenly perceived that I was not far from the wood, in which Rhedi the. hermit investigates the secrets of nature, and ascribes glory to God. The hope of improving my meditation by his wisdom, gave me new vigour ; I foon reached the wood, I was refreshed by the shade, and I walked forward till I reached the cell. I entered, but Rhedi was absent. I had not, however, waited long, before I discovered him through the trees at some distance, advancing towards me with a person whose appearance was,

if possible, yet more venerable, and whom before, I had never seen.



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