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give him in his embassy to Pharaoh, he bids him say that “ I Am hath sent yon.”. Our great Creator, by this revelation of himself, does in a manner ex.. clude every thing else from a real existence, and distinguishes himself from his creatures as the only being which truly and really exists. The ancient Platonic notion, which was drawn from speculations of eternity, wonderfully agrees with this revelation which God has made of hiniself. There is nothing, say they, which in reality exists, whose existence, as we call it, is pieced up of past, present, and to

Such a flitting and successive existence is rather a shadow of existence, and something which is like it, than existence itself. He only properly exists whose existence is entirely present ; that is, in other words, who exists in the most perfect manner, and in such a manner as we have no idea of.

' I shall conclude this speculation with one useful inference. How can we sufficiently prostrate our. selves and fall down before our Maker, when we consider that ineffable goodness and wisdom which contrived this existence for finite natures ? What must be the overflowings of that good-will, which prompted our Creator to adapt existence to beingsin whom it is not necessary; especially when we consider that he himself was before in the complete possession of existence and of happiness, and in the full enjoyment of eternity; What man can think of himself as called out and separated from nothing, of his being made a conscious, a reasonable and happy creature, in short, of being taken in as a sharer of existence, and a kind of partner in eternity, with out being swallowed up in wonder, in praise, in adoration! It is indeed a thought too big for the mind of man, and rather to be entertained in the secrecy of devotion, and in the silence of his soul,

than to be expressed by words.

The Supreme Being has not given us powers of faculties suffi. cient to extol and magnify such unutterable good.


• It is however some comfort to us, that we shall be always doing what we shall be never able to do, and that a work which cannot be finished wil however be the work of eternity.'

N° 591. WEDNESDAY, SEPT. 8, 1714.

-Tenerorum lusor amorum.

OVID. Trist. 3. El. li. 73.

Love the soft subject of his sportive muse.

I have just received a letter from a gentleman, who tells me he has observed, with no small con. cern, that my papers have of late been very barren in relation to love: a subject which, when agree. ably handled, can scarcely fail of being weil re ceived by both sexes.

If my invention therefore should be almost ex. hausted on this head, he offers to serve under me in the quality of a love-casuist; for which place he conceives himself to be thoroughly qualified, hav, ing made this passion his principal study, and observed it in all its different shapes and appearances, from the fifteenth to the forty-fifth year of his age.

He assures me with an air of confidence, which I hope proceeds from his real abilities, that he does not doubt of his giving judgment to the satisfaction of the parties concerned on the most nice and in. tricate cases which can happen in an amour; as

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How great the contraction of the fingers must be before it amounts to a squeeze by the hand.

What can be properly. termed an absolute denial from a maid, and what from a widow.

What advances a lover may presume to make, after having received a pat upon his shoulder from his mistress's fan.

Whether a lady, at the first interview, may allow an humble servant to kiss her hand.

How far it may be permitted to caress the maid in order to succeed with the mistress.

What constructions a man may put upon a smile, and in what cases a frown goes for no. thing

On what occasions a sheepish look may do ser. vice, &c.

As a farther proof of his skill, he also sent me several maxims in love, which he assures me are the result of a long and profound reflection, some of which I think myself obliged to communicate to the public, not remembering to have seen them be. fore in any author.

There are more calamities in the world arising from love than from hatred.

Love is the daughter of idleness, but the mo. ther of disquietude.

* Men of grave natures, says Sir Francis Bacon, are the most constant; for the same reason men should be more constant than women.

6 The gay part of mankind is most amorous, the serious most loving.

"A coquette often loses her reputation while she preserves her virtue.

A prude often preserves her reputation when she has lost her virtue.

• Love refines a man's behaviour, but makes a woman's ridiculous.

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Love is generally accompanied with good will in the young, interest in the middle-aged, and a passion too gross to name in the old,

• The endeavours to revive a decaying passion generally extinguish the remains of it.

6 A woman who from being a slattern becomes over-neat, or from being over-neat becomes a slattern, is most certainly in love.'

I shall make use of this gentleman's skill as I see occasion; and, since I am got upon the subject of love, shall conclude this


of which were lately sent me by an unknown hand, as I look upon them to be above the ordinary run of sonneteers.

The author tells me they were written in one of his despairing fits; and I find entertains some hope that his mistress may pity such a passion as he has described, before she knows that she herself is Corinna.

with a copy


· Conceal, fond man, conceal the mighty smart,
Nor tell Corinna she has fir'd thy heart.
In vain wouldst thou complain, in vain pretend
To ask a pity which she must not lend.
She's too much thy superior to comply,
And too, too fair to let thy passion die.
Languish in secret, and with dumb surprise
Drink the resistless glances of her eyes.
At awful distance entertain thy grief,
Be still in pain, but never ask relief.
Ne'er tempt her scorn of thy consuming state,
Be any way undone, but fly her hate,
Thou must submit to see thy charmer bless
Some happier youth that shall admire her less ;
Who in that lovely form, that heavenly mind,
Shall miss ten thousand beauties thou couldst find ;
Who with low fancy shall approach her charms,
While half enjoy'd she sinks into his arms.
She knows not, must not know, thy nobler fire,
Whom she and whom the muses do inspires


Her image only shall thy breast employ',
And fill thy captive soul with shades of joy;
Direct thy dreams by night, thy thoughts by day.
And never, never from thy bosom stray *.'


N° 592. FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 10; 1714.

-Studium sine divite vena.

HOR. Ars Poet. ver. 409.
Art without a vein,


I LOOK upon the playhouse as a world within itself. They have lately furnished the middle region of it with a new set of meteors, in order to give the sublime to many modern tragedies. I was there last winter at the first rehearsal of the new thundert, which is much more deep and sonorous than any, hitherto made use of. They have a Salmoneus be. hind the scenes who plays it off with great success. Their lightnings are made to pass more briskly than heretofore ; their clouds are also better fura belowed, and more voluminous ; not to mention a violent storm locked up in a great chest, that is designed for the tempest. They are also provided with above a dozen showers of snow, which, as I am informed, are the plays of many unsuccessful poets artificially cut and shredded for that use. Mr.

* The author of these verses was Gilbert, the second brothes of Eustace Budgell, Esq.

+ Apparently an allusion to Mr. Dennis's new and improved method of making thunder ; at whom several oblique strokes. in this paper seem to to have been aimed.

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