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happened to my 'prentice, that had I read your paper then, I should have taken your method to have secured a villain. Go on and prosper.
Your most obliged humble servant.'
word for word in your next, as you vai lue а. Lover's prayers.
You see it is an hue and cry
after a stray heart (with the marks and blemishes under-written) which whoever shall bring
to you, shall receive fatisfaction. Let me beg • of you not to fail, as you remember the passion
you had for her to whom you lately ended a paper.
Noble, generous, great and good,
, wear it, it will fmart her,
NO 209. TUESDAY, OCTOBER 30.
Γυναικός έδε χρήμ’ ανής ληίζεται
Of earthly goods the best, is a good wife;
A bad, the bittereft curfe of human life. THERI
IERE are no authors I am more pleased with,
than those who shew human nature in a variety of views, and describe the several ages of the
world in their different manners.
A reader can. not be more rationally entertained, than by com. paring the virtues and vices of his own times with those which prevailed in the times of his forefathers; and drawing a parallel in his mind between his own private character, and 'that of other perfons, whether of his own age, or of the ages
that went before him. The contemplation of mankind under these changeable colours, is apt to shame us out of any particular vice, or animate us to any particular virtue; to make us pleafed or displeased with ourselves in the most proper points, to clear our niinds of prejudice and prepoffeffion, and rectify that narrowness of temper which inclines us to think amiss of those who differ from ourselves.
- If we look into the manners of the most remote ages of the world, we discover human nature in her fimplicity; and the more we come downward towards our own times, may observe her hiding herself in artifices and refinements, polished insenfibly out of her original plainness, and at length intirely loft under form and ceremony, and (what we call) good-breeding. Read the accounts of men and women as they are given us by the most ancient writers, both sacred and profane, and you would think you were reading the history of ano. ther species.
Among the writers of antiquity, there are none who instruct us more openly in the manners of their respective times in which they lived, than those who have employed themselves in satire, under what dress soever it may appear; as there are no other authors whose province it is to enter so directly into the ways of men, and set their miscarriages in so strong a light.
Simonides, a poet famous in his generation, is, I think, author of the oldest fatire that is now extant ; and, as some fay, of the first that was ever written. This poet flourished about four hundred
years after she fiege of Troy; and shews, by his way of writing, the simplicity, or rather coarseness, of the age in which he lived. I have taken notice, in my hundred and fixty-first speculation, that the rule of observing what the French call the Bienseance in an allusion, has been found out of later years ; and that the ancients, provided there was a likeness in their fimilitudes, did not much trouble themfelves about the decency of the comparison. The satire or iambicks of Simonides, with which I shall entertain my readers in the present paper, are a remarkable instance of what I formerly advanced. The subject of this fatire is woman.
He describes the sex in their several characters, which he derives. to them from a fanciful fuppofition raised upon the doctrine of pre-existence. He tells us, That the gods formed the souls of women out of those feeds and principles which compofe several kinds of ani. mals and elements; and that their good or bad difpositions arise in them according as such and such feeds and principles predoininate in their constititutions. I have translated the author very
faithfully, and if not word for word (which our language would not bear) at least so as to comprehend every one of his sentiments, without adding any thing of my own. I have already apologized for this author's want' of delicacy, and must further premise, That the following fatire affects only some of the lower part of the sex, and not those who have been refined by a polite education, which was not so common in the
of this poet.
In the beginning God made the fouls of womankind out of different materials, and in a separate state from their bodies.
The souls of one kind of women were formed out of those ingredients which compose a swine. A woman of this make is a slut in her house, and a glutton at her table. She is uncleanty in her perfoni, a fiattern
in her dress, and her family is no better than a dunghill
A second fort of female foul was formed out of the fame materials that enter into the composition of a fox. Such an one is wh!t we call a notable discerning woman, who has an insight into every thing, whether it be good or bad. In this species of females there are some virtuous and some vicious.
A third kind of women were made up of canine particles. These are what we commonly call Scolds, who imitate the animals out of which they were taken,' that are always busy and barking, that snarl at every one who comes in their way, and live in perpetual clamour.
The fourth kind of women were made out of the earth. These are your suggards, who pass arvay their time in indolence and ignorance, hover over the fire a whole winter, and apply themselves with alacrity to no kind of business but eating.
The fifth Species of females were made out of the fea. These are women of variable uneven tempers, Sometimes all storm and tempeft, sometimes all calm and sunshine. The stranger who sees one of these in her smiles and smoothness, would cry her up for a miracle of good-humour ; but on a sudden her looks and her words are changed, foe is nothing but fury and outrage, noise and hurricane.
The sixth spécies were made up of the ingredients which cornpose an ass, or a beast of burden. These are naturally exceeding Nothful, but, upon the hufband's exerting his authority, will live upon hard fare, and do every thing to please him. They are however far from being averse to venereal pleasure, and seldom refirse a male companion.
The cat furnijbed materials for a seventh species of avomen, who are of a melancholy, froward, unamiable nature, and fo repugnant to the offers of love, that they fly in the face of their husband when he approaches then with conjugal endearments. This species of
women are likewise subject to little thefts, cheats and pilferings.
The mare with flowing mane, which was never broke to any servile toil and labour, composed an eighth species of women. These are they w.ho have little regard for their husbands, who pass away their time in dressing, bathing perfuming; who throw their hair into the nicest curls, and trick it up with the fairejt flowers and garlands. A woman of this species is a very pretty
thing for a stranger to look upon, but very detrimental to the owner, unless it be a King or Prince who takes a fancy to fuch a toy.
The ninth species of females were taken out of the ape. These are such as are both ugly and ill-natured, who have nothing beautiful in themselves, and endeavour to detract from, or ridicule every thing which appears fo in others.
The tenth and last species of women were made out of the bee ; and happy is the man who gets such an one for his wife. She is altogether faultless and unblameable ; her family flourises and improves by her good management. She loves her husband, and is beloved by him. She brings him a race of beautiful and virtuous children. She distinguisves herself among her fex. She is surrounded with graces. She never fits among the loose tribe of women, nor passes away 'her time with them in wanton discourses. She is full of virtue and prudence, and is the best wife that Jupiter can bestow on man.
I shall conclude these iambicks with the motto of this paper, which is a fragment of the fame author: A man cannot pollefs any thing that is better than a good woman, nor any thing that is worse than a'bad one.
As the poet has shewn a great penetration in this diverfity of female characters, he has avoided the fault which fuvenal and Monsieur Boileau are guilty of, the former in his fixth, and the other in VOL. III.