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which is something a-kin to this, when, in order to excuse himself to his mistress, for an invective which he had written against her, and to account for that unreasonable fury with which the heart of man is often transported, he tells us, that, when Prometheus made his man of clay, in the kneading up of the heart, he feasoned it with some furious particles of the lion. But upon turning this plan to and fro in my thoughts, I observed fo many unaccountable humours in man, that I did not know out of what animals to fetch them. Male fouls are diversified with so many characters, that the world has not variety of materials sufficient to furnish out their different tempers and inclinations. The cre. ation, with all its animals and elements, would not be large enough to supply their several extravagan, cies.
Instead therefore of pursuing the thought of Simonides, I fhall observe, that as he has exposed the vicious part of women from the doctrine of præexistence, fome of the ancient philosophers have, in a manner, fatirized the vicious part of the human species in general, from a notion of the soul's post-existence, if I may so call it ; and that as Simonides describes brutes entering into the compofition of women, others have represented human souls as entering into brutes. This is commonly termed the doctrine of transmigration, which supposes that human souls, upon their leaving the body, become the souls of such kinds of brutes they most refemble in their manners; or to give an account of it as Mr. Dryden has described it in his translation of Pythagoras his speech in the fifteenth book of Ovid, where that philofopher diffuades his hearers from eating flesh :
Thus all things are but alter'd, nothing dies,
Or hunts without till ready limbs it find,
Plato in the vision of Erus the Armenian, which I may possibly make the subject of a future speculation, records fome. beautiful transmigrations; as that the soul of Orpheus, who was musical, melancholy, and a woman-hater, entered into a swan ; the soul of Ajax, which was all wrath and fierceness, into a lion; the foul of Agamemnon, that was rapacious and imperial, into an eagle; and the soul of Therstes, who was a mimick and a buffoon, into a monkey.
Mr. Cangreve, in a prologue to one of his comedies, has touched upon this doctrine with great hu
Thus Aristotle's foul of old that was,
I shall fill up this paper with some letters; which my last Tuesday's fpeculation has produced.My following correspondents will shew, what I there observed, that the speculation of that day af. fects only the lower part of the sex.
From my house in the Strand, October, 30, 1711..
• Mr. SPECTATOR, : UPon reading your Tuesday's paper, I find by
several symptoms in my conftitution that I am a bee. My Thop, or, if you please to call it
fo, my cell, is in that great hive of famales which goes by the name of The New-Exchange ; where
I am daily employed in gathering together a lit. • tle stock of gain from the finest flowers about the
town, I mean the Ladies and the Beaus. I have
à numerons swarm of children, to whom I give • the best education I am able : But, Sir, it is my • misfortune to be married to a drone, who lives
upon what I get, without bringing any thing into the common stock. Now, Sir, as on the one
hand I take care not to behave myfelf towards • him like a wafp, fo likewise I would not have ' him look upon me as an humble bee ; for which • reason I do all I can to put him upon laying up • provisions for a bad day, and frequently repre• sent to him the fatal effects, his sloth and negligence may bring upon us in our old age. I must beg,
that you will join with me in your good advice • upon this occafion, and you will for ever oblige,
• Your humble servant,
Picadilly, Otober 31, 1711. : I Am joined in wedlock for my fins to one of
those fillies who are described in the old poet • with that hard name you gave us the other day. ' She has a flowing mane, and a skin as soft as 'filk : But, Sir, the paffes half her life at her
glass, and almost ruins me in ribbons. For my own part, I am a plain handicraft man, and in
danger of breaking by her laziness and expensive, ' ness. Pray, master, tell me in your next paper, • whether I may not expect of her fa much drudge
ry as to take care of her family, and to curry her • hide in case of refusal.
• Your loving friend,
• BARNABY BRITTLE.
• Mr. SPECTATOR, Cheapfide, Otober 30. :I Am mightily pleased with the humour of the
cat, be to kind as to enlarge upon that fub•ject. • Yours till death,
Josiah HENPECK.' · P. S. You must know I am married to a Grie s malkin.'
Wapping, OEtober 31, 1771. : Eve
Ver fince your Spectator of Tuesday last came
into our family, my husband is pleased to call me his Oceana, because the foolish old
that you have translated says, That the fouls of fome women are made of fea-water. This, it feems, has encouraged my fauce-box to be witty upon
When I am angry, he cries pr’ythee my « dear be calm; when I chide one of my servants,
pr’ythee child do not bluster. He had the impu'dence about an hour ago, to tell me, That he was
a fea-faring man, and must expect to divide his
life between storm and fun-fbine. When I bestir ' myself with any spirit in my family, it is high sea
in his house ; and when I sit still without doing any thing, his affairs forfooth are wind-bound. . When I ask him whether it rains, he makes an! swer it is no matter, so that it be fair weather ( within doors. In short, Sir, I cannot speak my • mind freely to him, but I either swell or rage, or “ do something that is not fit for a civil woman to • hear. Pray, Mr. SPECTATOR, fince you are
fo sharp upon other women, let us know what • materials your wife is made of, if you have one. • I suppose you would make us a parcel of poor. . fpirited tame infipid creatures; but, Sir, I would " have you to know, we have as good passions in
us as yourself, and that a woman was never de. figned to be a milk-fop. L
« MARTHA TEMPEST.'
NO 212. FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 2.
-Eripe turpi Colla jugo, liber, liber sum, dic age
Hor. Sat. vii. 1. 2. ver. 92. -Loose thy neck from this ignoble chain, And boldly say thou’rt free.
CREECH. Mr. SPECTATOR, : I Never look upon my dear wife, but I think
of the happiness Sir ROGER DE COVERLEY enjoys, in having such a friend as you to expose ' in proper colours the cruelty and perverseness of ' his mistress. I have very often wished you
visit• ed in our family, and were acquainted with my ' spouse; she would afford you for some months at • least matter enough for one Spectator a week. • Since we are not so happy as to be of your ac• quaintance, give me leave to represent to you our
present circumstances as well as I can in writing. " You are to know then that I am not of a very dif• ferent constitution from Nathaniel Henroost, whom ' you have lately recorded in your speculations ; • and have a wife who makes a more tyrannical • use of the knowledge of my easy temper than that Lady ever pretended to.
We had not been a month married, when she found in me a ' certain pain to give offence, and an indolence • that made me bear little inconveniencies rather
than dispute about them. From this observation • it soon came to that pass, that if I offered to go • abroad, she would get between me and the door, • kiss me, and say the would not part ' and then down again I fat. In a day or two after ' this first pleasant step towards confining me, she
declared to me, that I was all the world to her, * and the thought she ought to be all the world to