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me, wherein she would make my name, as she has others, the introduction of whatever is to follow in her book; and has spoke some panegyrical things which I know not how to return, for want of better acquaintance with the lady, and consequently being out of a capacity of giving ber praise or blame; all therefore that is left for me, according to the foregoing rules, is to lay the picture of a good and evil woman before her eyes, which are but mere words if they do not concern ber. Now you are to observe, the way in a dedication is, to make all the rest of the world as little like the
address as possible, according to the following epistle:
N° 178. TUESDAY, MAY 30, 1710.
Sheer-lane, May 29. WHEN we look into the delighful history of the most ingenious Don Quixote of la Mancha, and consider the exercises and manner of life of that renowned gentleman, we cannot but admire the exquisite genius and discerning spirit of Michael Cervantes", who has not only painted his adventurer with great mastery in the conspicuous parts of his story, which relate to love and honour; but also intimated in his
ordinary life, in his economy and furniture, the infallible symptoms he gave of his growing phrenzy, before he declared himself a Knight Errant. His hall was furnished with old lances, halberts, and morions; his food lentils; his dress, amorous. slept moderately, rose early, and spent his time in hunting. When by watchfulness and exercise be was thus qualified for the hardships of his intended peregrinations, he had nothing more to do but to fall hard to study; and before he should apply himself to the practical part, get into the methods of making love and war by reading books of knighthood. As for raising tender passions in bim, Cervantes reports, that he was wonderfully delighted with a smooth intricate sentence; and when they listened at his study-door, they could frequently hear him read aloud, “ The reason of the unreasonableness which against my reason is wrought, doth so weaken my reason, as with all reason I do justly complain of your beauty," Again, he would pause until he came to another charming sentence, and, with the most pleasing accent imaginable, be loud at a new paragraph:
« The high heavens, which, with your divinity, do fortify you divinely with the stars, make you deserveress of the deserts that
Greatness deserves." With these and other such passages, says my author, the poor gentleman grew distracted, and was breaking his brains day and night to understand and unravel their sense.
As much as the case of this distempered knight is received by all the readers of bis history as the most incurable and ridiculous of all phrenzies; it is very certain, we have crowds among us far gone in as visible a madness as his, though they are not observed to be in that condition. As great and useful discoveries are sometimes made by accidental and small beginnings, I came to the knowledge of the VOL, JV.
most epidemic ill of this sort, by falling into a coffeehouse, where I saw my friend the upholsterer, whose crack towards politics I have heretofore mentioned. This touch in the brain of the British subject, is as certainly owing to the reading of news-papers, as that of the Spanish worthy above-mentioned to the reading of works of chivalry. My contemporaries the novelists have, for the better spinning out paragraphs, and working down to the end of their columns, a most happy art in saying and unsaying, giving hints of intelligence, and interpretations of indifferent actions, to the great disturbance of the brains of ordinary readers. This way of going on in the words, and making no progress in the sense, is more particularly the excellency of my most ingenious and renowned fellow-labourer, the Post-man; and it is to this talent in him that I impute the loss of my upholsterer’s intellects. That unfortunate tradesman has, for years past, been the chief orator in ragged assemblies, and the reader in alley coffeehouses. He was yesterday surrounded by an audience of that sort, among whom I sat unobserved, through the favour of a cloud of tobacco, and saw him with the Post-man in his hand, and all the other papers safe under his elbow. He was intermixing remarks, and reading the Paris article of May the thirtieth, which says, “That it is given out that an express arrived this day with advice, that the armies were so near iu the plain of Lens, that they cannonaded each other." Ay, ay, here we shall bave sport." “ And that it was highly probable the next express would bring us an account of an engagement.” They are welcome as soon as they please.”
Though some others say, that the same will be put off until the second or third of June, because the marshal Villars expects some further reinforcements from Germany, and other parts, before that time."
" What-a-pox does he put it off for? Does he think our horse is not marching up at the same time? But let us see what he says further.”
" They bope that Monsieur Albergotti, being encouraged by the presence of so great an army, will make an extraordinary defence.” “ Why then, I find, Albergotti is one of those that love to have a great many on their side. Nay, I will say that for this paper, he makes the most patural inferences of any
of them all.” “ The elector of Bavaria, being uneasy to be without any command, has desired leave to come to court, to communicate a certain project to his majesty. Whatever it be, it is said, that prince is suddenly expected; and then we shall bave a more certain account of his project, if this report has any foundation.” “ Nay, this paper never imposes upon us; he goes upon sure grounds; for he will not be positive the elector has a project, or that he will come, or if he does come at all; for he doubts, you see, whether the report has any foundation."
What makes this the more lamentable is, that this way of writiug falls in with the imaginations of the cooler and duller part of her majesty's subjects. The being kept up with one line contradicting anoWhitsunday." A gentleman, who was a wag in this company, laughed at the expression, and said,
and the whole, after many sentences of con, jecture, vanishing in a doubt whether there is any thing at all in what the person has been reading, puts au ordinary head into a vertigo, which his natural dulness would bave secured him from. Next to the labours of the Post-man, the upholsterer took from under his elbow honest Icabod Dawks's Letter ; and there, among other speculations, the historian takes upon him to say, “ That it is discoursed that there will be a battle in Flanders before the armies separate, and many will have it to be to-morrow, the great battle of Ramelies being fought on a
By Mr. Dawks's favour, I warrant you, if we meet them on Whitsunday or Monday we shall not stand
upon the day with them, whether it be before or after the holidays." An admirer of this gentleman stood up, and told a neighbour at a distant table the conceit; at which indeed we were all very merry. These reflections, in the writers of the transactions of the times, seize the noddles of such as were not born to have thoughts of their own, and consequently lay a weight upon every thing which they read in print. But Mr. Dawks concluded his paper with a courteous sentence, which was very well taken and applauded by the whole company. “ We wish,” says he,
“ all our customers a merry Whitsuntide, and many of them.” Honest Icabod is as extraordinary a man a: any of our fraternity, and as particular. His style is a dialect between the familiarity of talking and writing, and his letter such as you cannot distinguish whether print or manuscript', which gives us a refreshment of the idea from what has been told us from the press by others. This wishing a good Tide had its effect upon us, and he was commended for his salutation, as showing as well the capacity of a bell-man as an historian. My distempered oid acquaintance read, in the next place, the account of the affairs abroad in the Courant: but the matter was told so distinctly, that these wanderers thought there was no news in it: this paper differing from the rest as an history from a romauce. The tautology, the contradiction, the doubts, and wants of confirmations, are what keep up imaginary entertainments in empty heads, and produce neglect of their own affairs, poverty,
* Dawks's “ Letter” was printed, like some modern sermons, in imitation of manuscripts.