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N° 45- Saturday, July 23, 1709.
Credo pudicitiam Saturno rege moratam
In lerris Juv. Sat. 6. ver. I,
In Saturn's reign, at Nature's early birth,
While's Chocolate-house, July 22.
TH E other day I took a walk a mile or two out of town, and strolling wherever chance led me, I vas insensibly carried into a by-road, along which was a very agreeable quickset, of an extraordinary height, which surrounded a very delicious scat and garden. From, one angle , of the hedge, I heard a voice cry, Sir, Sir ——This raised my curiosity, and I heard the fame voice fav, but in a gentle tone, Come forward, come forward. I did so, and one through the hedge called me by my name, and bid me go on to the left, and I should be ad, mitted to visit an old acquaintance in distress. The laws of knight-errantry made me obey the summons without hesitation; and I was let in at the back-gate of a'lovely house by a maid scrvant, who carried me from room to room until I came into a gallery; at the end of which, I faw a sine Lady dressed in the most sumptuous habit, as if she were going to a Ball, but with the most abject and disconsolate sorrow in her face that I ever be* held. As I came near, she burst into tears, and cried, Sir, do not you know the unhappy Teraminta? I soon re. collected her whole person: But, faid I, Madam, the simplicity of dress, in which I have ever seen you at your good father's house, and the chearsulness of countenance with which you always appeared, are so<unlike th<-' fashion and temper you are now in, that I did not V o L. I. N easily
easily recover the memory of you. Your habit was then decent and modest, your looks serene and beautisul: Whence then this unaccountable change? Nothing can speak so deep a sorrow as your present aspect; yet your dress is made sor jollity and revelling. It is, faid she, an unspeakable pleasure to meet with one I know, and to bewail myself to any that is not an utter stranger to lumanity.
When your friend my father died, he left me to a wide world, with no desence against the insults of fortune; but rather, a thoufand snares to intrap me in the dangers to which youth and innocence are exposed, in an age wherein honour and virtue are become mere words, and used only as they serve to betray those who understand them in their native sense, and obey them as the guides and motives of their Being. The wickedest of all men living, the abandoned Decius, who has no knowledge of any good art or purpose of human lise, but as it tends to the fatisfaction of his appetites, had opportunities of frequently seeing and entertaining me at a house where mixed company boarded, and where he placed himself for the base intention which he has since brought to pass. Decius faw enough in me to raise his brutal desires, and my circumstances gave him hopes of accomplishing them. But all the glittering expectations he could lay besore me, joined by my private terrors of poverty itself, could not sor some months prevail upon me; yet however I hated his intention, I still had a secret fatisfaction in his courtship, and always exposed myself to his solicitations. JSee here the bane of our Sex! let the flattery be never so apparent, the flatterer never so ill thought of, his praises are still agreeable, and we contribute to our own deceit. I was therefore ever fond of all opportunities and pretences of being in his company. In a word, I was at last ruined by him, and brought to this place, where I have been ever since immured; and from the fatal day after my fall from innocence, my worshipper became my master and my tyrant,
Thus you see me habited in the most gorgeous manner, not in honour of me as a woman he loves, but at this attire charms his own eye, and urges him to repeat the gratisication he takes in me, as the servant of his
brutish brutish lusts and appetites. -1 know not where to fly for redress; but am here pining away lise in the solitude and severity of a nun, but the conscience and guilt of an harlot. I live in this lewd practice with a religious awe of my minister of darkness, upbraided with the support I receive from him, for the inestimable possession of youth, of innocence, of honour, and of conscience. I see, Sir, my discourse grows painsul to you; all I beg of you is, to paint it in so strong colours, as to let Decius see I am discovered to be in his possession, that I may be turned out of this detestable scene of regular iniquity, and either think no more, or sin no more. If your writings have the good effect of gaining my enlargement, I promise you I will attone for this unhappy step, by preserring an innocent laborious poverty to all the guilty affluence the world can offer me.
Will's Coffee-house, July 21.
To shew that I do not bear an irreconcileable hatred to my mortal enemy, Mr. Povoel at Bath, I do his sunction the honour to publish to the world, that Plays represented by puppets are permitted in our Universities, and that sort of Drama is not wholly thought unworthy/ the Critique of learned heads; but as I have been converfant rather with the greater Ode, as I think the critics call it, I must be so humble as to make a request to Mr. Pomuel, and desire him to apply his thoughts to answering the difficulties with which my kinsman, the Author of the following Letter, seems to be embarrassed.
To my honoured kinsman, Isaac Bickerstajs, Esquire, Dear Cousin,
"TT A D the family of the Beadleftafs, whereof I, "X~X though unworthy, am one, known of your being "lately at Oxon, we had in our own name, and in the "University's, as it is our office, ma'de you a compli"ment: But your short stay here robbed us of an op"portunity of paying our due respects, and you of re** ceiving an ingenious entertainment, with which we
N 3 ;* at "at present divert ourselves and strangers. A Puppet*' show at this time supplies the want of an Act. And "since the nymphs of this city are difappointed of a "luscious music-speech, and the country Ladies of hear"ing their sons or brothers speak verses; yet the vocal "machines, like them, by the help of a prompter, fay "things as much to the benesit of the audience, and al"most as properly their own. The licence of a Terra:"Filius is resined to the well-bred fatire of Punchenello. "Now, cousin Bickerstaff, though Punch has neither "a French night-cap, nor long pockets, yet you must *' own him to be a Pretty Fellow, a very Pretty Fellow: *' Nay, since he seldom leaves the company, without "calling son of a whore, demanding fatisfaction, and ** duelling, he must be owned a Smart Fellow too- Yet, "by some indecencies towards the Ladies, he seem* to "be of a third character, distinct from any you have ** yet touched upon. A young Gentleman who fat next "me, for I had the curiosity of seeing this entertain"ment, in a tufted gown, red stockings, and long wig "(which I pronounce to be tantamount to red heels, *' and a dangling cane) was enraged when Punchenello "disturbed a soft love-scene with his ribaldry. You ** would oblige us mightily by laying down some rules *' for adjusting the extravagant behaviour of this Alman"xor of the play, and by writing a treatise on this.sort *' of dramatic poetry, so much favoured, and so little "understood, by the learned world.
"From its being conveyed in a'cart after,the Th,spian ** manner, all the parts being jecited by Oiie person, as *' the custom was before Æschylus, and from the beha** viour of Punch, as if he had won the goal, you may "possibly deduce its.antiquity, and settle the chrono*' logy, as well as some of our modern critics. In its "natural transitions from mournsul to merry; as from "the hanging of a lover to dancing upon the rope; "from the stalking of a ghost to a Lady's presenting "you with a jig, you may discover such a decorum, as "is not to be found elsewhere than in our Tragi-come"dies. But I forget myself; it is not for me to dictate: "I thought sit, dear cousin, to give you these hints., to "shew you, that VaeBeadleJlaffs do :not walk before men
of letters to no purpose; and that though we do but "hold up the train of Arts and Sciences, yet, like other
pages, we are now and then let into our Ladies se'' crets. I am,
You most assectionate
From mother Gour- kinsman dons, at Hedingtoit
'J Benjamin Beadlejlaff,
From my own Apartment, July 22.
I am got hither fase, but never spent time with so Kttle fatisfaction as this evening; for you must know, I was sive hours with three Merry, and two Honest, Fellows. The sormer fang catches; and the latter even died with laughing at the noise they made. Well, fays Tom Bellfrey, you scholars, Mr. Bickerflaff, are the worst company in the world. Ay, fays his opposite, you are dull to night; prythee be merry. With that I huzzaed, and took a jump cross the table, then came clever upon my legs, and sell a laughing. Let Mr. Blckerstaff alone, says one of the Honest Fellows, when he is in a good humour, he is as good company as any man in England. He had no sooner spoke, but I snatched his hat osf his head, and clapped it upon my own, and burst out a laughing again; upon which we all sell a laughing sor half an hour. One of the Honest Fellows got behind me in the interim, and hit me a sound flap on the back; upon which he got the laugh out of my hands; and it was such a twang on my shoulders, that I consess he was much merrier than I. I was half angry; but resolved to keep up the good humour of the company; and after hollowing as loud as I could possibly, I drank osf a bumper of claret, that made me stare again. Nay, fays one of the Honest Fellows, Mr. Isaac is in the right, there is no converfation in this; what signissies jumping, or hitting one another on the back? let us drink about. We did so from seven of the clock until eleven; and now I am come hither, and, after the manner of the wise Pythagoras, begin to reflect upon the passages of the N 3 day.