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pearance of the throne of God will rise infinitely beyond whatever we are able to conceive of it. We might here entertain ourselves with many other speculations on this subject, from those several hints which we find of it in the holy scriptures; as, whether there may not be different mansions and apartments of glory to beings of different natures; whether, as they excel one another in perfection, they are not admitted nearer to the throne of the almighty, and enjoy greater manifestations of his presence; whether there are not solemn times and occasions, when all the multitude of heaven celebrate the presence of their Maker in more extraordinary forms of praise and adoration : as Adam, though he had continued in a state of innocence, would, in the opinion of our divines, have kept holy the sabbath-day in a more particular manner than any other of the seven. These, and the like speculations, we may very innocently indulge, so long as we make use of them to inspire us with a desire of becoming inhabitants of this delightful place.
• I have in this, and in two foregoing letters, treated on the most serious subject that can employ the mind of man-the omnipresence of the Deity; a subject which, if possible, should never depart from our meditations. We have considered the Divine Being, as he inhabits infinitude, as he dwells among his works, as he is present to the mind of man, and as he discovers himself in a more glorious manner among the regions of the blest. Such a consideration should be kept awake in us at all times, and in all places, and possess our minds with a perpetual awe and rev
It should be interwoven with all our thoughts and perceptions, and become one with the consciousness of our own being. It is not to be reflected on in the coldness of philosophy, but ought to sink us into the lowest prostration before him, who is so astonishingly great, wonderful, and holy.'
No. 581. MONDAY, AUGUST 16, 1714.
Sunt bona, sunt quædam mediocria, sunt mala plura
MART. Epig. i. 17. Some good, more bad, some neither one nor t'other. I am at present sitting with a heap of letters before me, which I have received under the character of Spectator. I have complaints from lovers, schemes from projectors, scandal from ladies, congratulations, compliments, and advice dance.
I have not been thus long an author, to be insensible of the natural fondness every person must have for their own productions; and I begin to think I have treated my correspondents a little too uncivilly in stringing them all together on a file, and letting them lie so long unregarded. I shall therefore, for the future, think myself at least obliged to take some notice of such letters as I receive, and may possibly do it at the end of every month.
In the mean time I intend my present paper as a short answer to most of those which have been already sent me.
The public, however, is not to expect I should let them into all my secrets; and, though I ap: pear abstruse to most people, it is sufficient if I am understood by my particular correspondents.
My well-wisher Van Nath is very arch, but not quite enough so to appear in print.
Philadelphus will, in a little time, see his query fully answered by a treaty which is now in the press.
It was very improper at that time to comply with Mr. G.
Miss Kitty must excuse me.
The gentleman who sent me a copy of verses on his mistress's dancing is, I believe, too thoroughly in love to compose correctly.
I have too great a respect for both the universities to praise one at the expense of the other.
Tom Nibble is a very honest fellow, and I desire him to present my humble services to his cousin Fill Bumper.
I am obliged for the letter upon prejudice.
me animadvert on the case of Grace Grumble.
The petition of P. S. granted.
My friend at Woodstock is a bold man to undertake for all within ten miles of him.
I am afraid the entertainment of Tom Turnover will hardly be relished by the good cities of London and Westminster.
I must consider farther of it, before I indulge W. F. in those freedoms he takes with the ladies' stockings.
I am obliged to the ingenious gentleman who sent me an ode on the subject of the late Spectator, and shall take particular notice of his last let. ter.
When the lady who wrote me a letter, dated July the 20th, in relation to some passages in a
Lover, will be more particular in her directions, I shall be so in my answer.
The poor gentleman, who fancies my writings could reclaim an husband who can abuse such a wife as he describes, has I am afraid, too great an opinion of my skill.
Philanthropos is, I dare say, a very well-meaning man, but a little too prolixçin his compositions.
Constantius himself must be the best judge in the affair he mentions.
The letter dated from Lincoln is received.
Celia is a little too hasty.
Harriet is a good girl, but must not courtesy to folks she does not know.
I must ingenuously confess my friend Sampson Benstaff has quite puzzled me, and writ me a long letter which I cannot comprehend one word of.
Collidan must also explain what he means by his drigelling.'
I think it beneath my spectatorial dignity to concern myself in the affair of the boiled dumpling.
I shall consult some literati on the project sent me for the discovery of the longitude.
I know not how to conclude this paper better than by inserting a couple of letters which are really genuine, and which I look upon to be two of the smartest pieces I have received from my correspondents of either sex:
• BROTHER SPEC,
While you are surveying every object that falls in your way,
I am wholly taken up with Had that sage who demanded what beauty was, lived to see the dear angel I love, he would
not have asked such a question. Had another seen her, he would himself have loved the person in whom heaven has made virtue visible; and, were you yourself to be in her company, you could never, with all your loquacity, say enough of her good-humour and sense. I send you the outlines of a picture, which I can no more finish, than I can sufficiently admire the dear original.
Your most affectionate brother,
CONSTANTIO Spec. GOOD MR. PERT,
"I will allow you nothing until you resolve me the following question. Pray what is the reason that, while you only talk now upon Wednesdays, Fridays, and Mondays, you pretend to be a greater tattler than when you spoke every day as you formerly used to do? If this be your plunging out of your taciturnity, pray let the length of your speeches compensate for the scarceness of them. I am, Good Mr. Pert,
No. 582. WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 18, 1714.
-Tenet insanible multos
Juv. Sat. vii. 51.
THERE is a certain distemper, which is mentioned neither by Galen nor Hippocrates, nor to be