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hands. Some tumble into fame,' others
grow mortal by throwing themselves through a hoop.
Cetera de genere hoc adeo funt multa, laquacem
Hor. Sat. i. lib. i. ver. 13. With thousands more of this ambitious race Wou'd tire e'en Fabius to relate each case.
HORNECK I am led into this train of thought by an advent ture I lately met with.
I was the other day at a tavern, where the master of the house accommodating us himself with every thing we wanted, I accidentally fell into discourse with him; and talking of a certain great man, who shall be nameless, he told me that he had sometimes the honour to treat him with a whistle; (adding by the way of parenthesis) for you must know, gentlemen, that I whistle the best of any man in Europe. This naturally put me upon defiring him to give us a sample of his art ; upon which he called for a cafe knife, and applying the edge of it to his mouth, converted it into a mufical instrument, and entertained me with an Italian folo. Upon laying down his knife, he took up a pair of clean tobacCo-pipes; and after having flid the small end of them over the table in a most melodious trill, he fetched a tune out of them, whistling to them at the same time in confort. In short, the tobaccopipes became musical pipes in the hands of our vir. tuofo, who confeffed to me ingeniously, he had broke such quantities of them, that he had almost broke himself, before he had brought this piece of mufic to any tolerable perfection: I then told him I would bring a company of friends to dine with him next week, as an encouragement to his ingenuity ; upon which he thanked me, faying, that he would provide himself with a new fryingpan against that day. I replied, that it was no
matter ; roaft and boiled would serve our turn. He smiled at my fimplicity, and told me, that it was his design to give us a tune upon it. As I was : surprifed-at such a promise, he sent for an old frying pan, and grating it upon the board; whistled: to it in such a melodious nianner, that you could ..scarce distinguish it from a bass-viol. He then took his feat with us at the table, and hearing my friend that was with me hum over a tune to himfelf, he told him, if he would fing out, he would accompany his voice with a tobacco pipe. As my friend had an agreeable bass, he chose rather to fing to the frying-pan; and indeed between them they made up a most extraordinary confort. Finding our landlord so great a proficient in kitchenmusic, I asked him if he was master of the tongs and key. He told me that he had laid it down some years fince, as a little unfafhionable; but that if I pleased he would give me a leffon upon the gridiron. He then informed me that he had added two bars to the gridiron, in order to give it a greater compass of sound; and, I perceived, was as well pleased with the invention, as Sappho could have been upon adding two strings to the lute. Tobe short, I found that his whole kitchen was fuss nished with musical instruments; and could not but look upon this artist as a kind of burlesque musician.
He afterwards of his own accord fell into the imitation of several singing.birds. My friend and Ftofted our mistreffes to the Nightingale, when all of a sudden we were surprised with the music of the Thrush. He next proceeded to the Sky. Lark, mounting up by a proper scale of notes, and afterwards falling to the ground with a very regular and easy defcent. He then contracted his whistle to the : voice of several birds of the smallest faze. As he is a man of a larger bulk and higher stature than ordinary, you would fancy him a Giant when you
looked upon him, and a Tom-Tit when you fhut your eyes. I must not omit acquainting my reader, that this accomplished person was formerly the master of a toyshop near Temple-Bar; and that the famous Charles Mathers was bred up under him. I am told that the misfortunes which he has met with in the world, are chiefly owing to his great application to his mufic; and therefore cannot but recommend him to my readers as one who deserves their favour, and may afford them great diversion over a bottle of wine, which he fells at the Queen's arms, near the end of the little piazza in Covent Garden.
NO 571. FRIDAY, JULY 23.
Cælum quid quærimus ultra ?
Luc. What seek we beyond Heav'n? AS
S the work I have engaged in will not only
consist of papers of humour and learning, but of several essays moral and divine, I shall publish the following one, which is founded on a former SPECTATOR, and sent me by a particular friend, not questioning but it will please such of my readers, as think it no disparagement to their understandings to give way fometimes to a serious thought.
Iyour paper of Friday, the 9th inftant, you had
occafion to confider the ubiquity of the Godheid, and at the same time, to shew, that as he is present to every thing, he cannot but be attentive to every thing, and privy to all the modes and parts of its existence : Or, in other words, that his omniscience and omnipresence are coexistent, and run together through the whole infinitude of space.
This consideration might furnish us with many incentives to devotion, and motives to morality; but as this subject has been handled by several excellent writers, I thall consider it in a light wherein I have not seen it placed by others.
First, How disconfolate is the condition of an intellectual being, who is thus present with his Maker, but at the same time receives no extraordinary benefit or advantage from this his presence !
Secondly, How deplorable is the condition of an intellectual being who feels no other effects from this his presence, but such as proceed from Divine wrath and indignation !
. Thirdly, How happy is the condition of that intellectual being who is sensible of his Maker's prefence from the secret effects of his mercy and loving kindness!
First, How disconfolate is the condition of an intellectual being, who is thus present with his maker, but at the same time receives no extraordinary benefit or advantage from this his presence ! Every particle of matter is actuated by this almighty being which passes through it. The heavens and the earth, the stars, and planets, move and gravitate by virtue of this great principle within them. All the dead parts of nature are invigorated by the presence of their Creator, and made capable of exerting their respective qualities. The several instincts, in the brute creation, do likewise operate and work towards the several ends which are agreable to them by this divine energy. Man only, who does not cooperate with his Holy Spirit, and is unattentive to his prefence, receives none of those advantages from it which are perfective of his nature, and necessary to his well-being. The divinity is with him and in in him, and every where about him, but of no advantage to him. It is the same thing to a man without religion, as if there were no God in the world. It is indeed impossible for an infinite being to remove
himself from any of his creatures ; but though he cannot withdraw his effence from us, which would argue an imperfection in him, he can withdraw from us all the joys and confolations of it. His presence may perhaps be neceffary to support us in our existence
leave this our existence to itself, with regard to its happiness or misery. For, in this sense, he may cast us away from hisprefence, and take his Holy Spirit from us. single confideration one would think sufficient to make us open our hearts to all those infusions of joy and gladness which are so near at hand, and ready to be poured in upon us; especially when we confider, Secondly, The deplorable condition of an intellectual being who feels no other effects from his Maker's presence, but such as proceed from divine wrath and indignation.
We may assure ourselves, that the great author of nature will not always be as one who is indifferent to any of his creatures. Those who will not feel him in his love, will be sure at length to feel: him in his displeasure. And how dreadful is the condition of that creature, who is only fenfible of the being of his Creator by what he suffers from him! He is as essentially present in hell as in heaven ;. but the inhabitants of those accursed pla-ces behold him only in his wrath, and shrink within the flames to conceal themselves from him. It is not in the power of imagination to conceive the fearful effects of Omnipotence incensed.
But I shall only consider the wretchedness of an intellectual being, who, in this life, lies under the displeasure of him, that at all times and in all placesis intimately united with him. He is able to difquiet the soul, and vex it in all its faculties He can hinder any of the greatest comforts of life from refreshing us, and give an edge to every one of its slightest calamities. Who then can bear the thought of being an outcast from his presence,