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• but to provide boys and girls much faster than your • disciples can embroider them. I love birds and • beasts as well as you, but am content to fancy them • when they are really made. What do you

think • of guilt leather for furniture? There is your pretty • hangings for a chamber; and what is more, our

own country is the only place in Europe where • work of that kind is tolerably done.

Without * minding your musty leflons, I am this minute go

ing to Paul's church-yard, to bespeak a skreen • and a set of hangings, and am resolved to encou. • rage the manufacture of my country.

« Yours,





No. 619. FRIDAY, OCTOBER 22.


Sic, cum transérint mei
Nullo cum ftrepitu dies,
Plebeius moriar fenex.
Illi mors gravis incubat,
Qui, notis nimis omnibus,
Ignotus moritur fihi.
Thus, when my fleeting days at last,
Unheeded, filently are past,
Calmly I shall resign my breath,
In life unknown, forgot in death;
While he, o'ertaken unprepar'd,
Finds death an evil to be fear'd,
Who dies, to others too much known,
A stranger to himself alone.

I Have often wondered that the Jews should con

trive such a worthless greatness for the deliverer whom they expected, as to dress him up in external pomp and pageantry, and represent him to their imagination, as making havock amongst his creatures, and acting with the poor ambition of a Cæfar or an Alexander. How much more illustrious doth he appear in his real character, when conlidered as the author of universal benevolence among men, as refin. ing our paffions, exalting our nature, giving us vast ideas of immortality, and teaching us a contempt of that little showy grandeur, wherein the Jews made the glory of their Mesah to consist!

Nothing (says Longinus) can be great, the con. tempt of which is great. The possession of wealth and riches cannot give a man a title to greatness, because it is looked upon as a greatness of mind to contemn


these gifts of fortune, and to be above the desire of them. I have therefore been inclined to think, that there are greater men who lie concealed among the species, than those who come out, and draw upon themselves the eyes and admiration of mankind. Virgil would never have been heard of, had not his doniestic misfortunes driven him out of his obscurity, and brought him to Rome.

If we suppose that there are spirits or angels, who look into the ways of men, as it is highly probable there are, both from reason and revelation ; how different are the notions which they entertain of us, from those which we are apt to form of one another? Were they to give us in their catalogue of such worthies as are now living, how different would it be from that which

any of our own species would draw up? We are dazzled with the splendor of titles, the oftentation of learning, the noise of victories : They, on the contrary, see the philosopher in the cottage, who possesses his soul in patience and thankfulness, under the preffures of what little minds call poverty and distress. They do not look for great men at the head of armies, or among the pomps of a court, but often find them out in shades and solitudes, in the private walks and by-paths of life. The evening walk of a wise man is more illustrious in their fight, than the march of a general at the head of an hundred thousand men. A contemplation of God's works; a voluntary act of justice to our own detriment; a generous concern for the good of mankind ; tears that are shed in silence for the misery of others; a private defire of resentment broken and subdued ; in short, an unfeigned exercise of humility, or any other virtue, are such actions as are glorious in their fight, and denominate men great and reputable. The most famous among us are often looked upon with pity, with contempt, or with indignation; while those who are most obicure among their own species, are regarded with love, with approbation, and esteem.



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The moral of the present speculation amounts to this, that we should not be led away by the censures and applauses of men, but conīder the figure that every person will make, at that time when wisdom fhall be justified of her children, and nothing pass for great or illustrious which is not an ornament and perfection to human nature.

The story of Gyges, the rich Lydian monarch, is a memorable instance to our present purpose. The oracle being asked by Gyges, who was the happiest man, replied, Aglaüs. Gyges, who expected to have heard himself named on this occasion, was

much surprised, and very curious to know who this of Aglaüs should be.

After much inquiry he was found to be an obscure country-man, who employed all his time in cultivating a garden, and a few acres of land about his house.

Cowley's agreeable relation of this story shall close this day's speculation. cs

Thus Aglaüs ( a man unknown to men, erty the

But the gods knew, and therefore lov'd him then) but

Thus liv'd obscurely then without a name, the Aglaüs, now consign'd t'eternal fame. hing

For Gyges, the rich king, wicked and great, gha

Presum'd at wife Apollo's Delphic seat,
Presum'd to ask, Oh thou the whole world's eye,
Seeft thou a man that happier is than 1?
The god, who scorn'd to flatter man, reply'd,
Aglaüs happier is. But Gyges cry'd,

In a proud rage, who can that Aglaüs be?
We've heard as yet of no such king as he.
And true it was, through the whole earth around
No king of such a name was to be found.
Is some old hero of that name alive,
Who his high race does from the gods derive?
Is it some mighty gen'ral that has done
Wonders in fight, and god-like honours won ?
Is it fome man of endless wealth? said he :


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None, none of these ; who can this Aglaüs be?
After long search, and vain inquires past,
In an obscure Arcadian vale at last,
(ThArcadian life has always sbady been ),
Near Sopho’s town, ( which be but once had seen),
This Aglaüs, who monarchs envy drew,
Whole happiness the gods stood witness to,
This mighty Aglaüs was lab'ring found,
With his own hands, in his own little ground.

So gracious God, (if it may lawful be
Among these foolish gods to mention thee ),
So let me ait, on such a private stage,
The last dull scenes of my declining age;
After long toils and voyages in vain,
This quiet port let my toss'd vessel gain ;
Of heav'nly rest, this earnest to me lend,
Let my life seep, and learn to love her end.

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Per fide!. fed duris genuit te cautibus horrens
Caucasus, Hircanaque admérunt ubera tigres.

VIRG. Æn. iv. ver. 366.
Perfidious man! thy parent was a rock,
And fierce Hyrcanian tigers gave thee suck.



Am willing to postpone every thing, to do any the least service for the deserving and unfortu

Accordingly I have caused the following letter to be inserted in my paper, the moment that it came to my hands, without altering one tittle in an account which the lady relates to handsomely herself.


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