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N° 576.' WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 4, 1714.

Nifor in adversum ; nec me, qui eatera, vincit
Impetus ; et rapido equtrarius evebør prbi.

OVID. Met. ii. 72

I steer against their motions, nor am I
Borne back by all the current of the sky,

ADDISON.

I REMEMBER a young man of very lively parts, and of a sprightly turn in conversation, who had only one fault, which was an inordinate desire of appearing fashionable.

This ran him into many amours, and consequently into many distempers. Ile never went to bed until two o'clock in the morn. ing, because he would not be a queer fellow; and was every now and then knocked down by a con. stable, to signalize his vivacity. He was initiated into half a dozen clubs before he was one-andtwenty; and so improved in them his natural gaiety, of temper, that you might frequently trace him to his lodging by a range of broken windows, and other the like monuments of wit and gallantry. To be short, after having fully established his reputation of being a very agreeable rake, he died of old age at five-and-twenty.

There is indeed nothing which hetrays a man iuto so many errors and inconveniences as the dea sire of not appearing singular; for which reason it is very necessary to form a right idea of singu, larity, that we may know when it is laudable, and when it is vicious. In the first place, every man of sense will agree with me, that singularity is laudable when, in contradiction to a multitude, it adheres to the dictates of conscience, morality, and

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honour. In these cases we ought to consider that it is not custom, but duty, i which is the rule of action; and that we should be only so far sociable,

we are reasonable creatures. "Truth 'is never the less so for not being attended to : and it is the nature of actions, not the number of actors, by which we ought to regulate our behaviour. Singularity in concerns of this kind is to be looked upon as heroic bravery, in which a man leaves the species only as he soars above it. What greater instance can there be of a weak and pusillanimous temper, than for a man to pass his whole life in opposition to his own sentiments? or not to dare to be what he thinks he ought to be?

Singularity, therefore, is only vicious when it makes men act contrary to reason, or when it puts them upon distinguishing themselves þy trifles. As for the first of these, who are singular în any thing that is isreligious, immoral, or dishonourable, I believe every one will easily give them up. Į shall therefore speak of those only who are remarkable for their singularity in things of no importance; as in dress, behaviour, conversation, and all the little intercourses of life. In these cases there is a certain deference due to custom; and, notwithstanding there may be a colour of reason to deviate from the multitude in some particulars, a man ought to sacrifice his private inclinations and opinions to the practice of the public. It must be confessed that good sense often makes an humourist; but then it unqualifies, him from being of any moment in the world, and renders him ridiculous to persons of a much inferior understanding.

I have heard of a gentleman in the north of England who was a remarkable instance of this foolish singularity. He had laid it down as a rule within hiunself, to act ip the most indifferent parts

of life according to the most, abstracted notions of reason and good sense, without any, regard to fa. shion and example. This humour broke out at first in many little oddnesses : he had never any stated hours for his dinner, supper, or sleep; because, said he, we ought to attend the calls of nature, and not set our appetites to our meals, but bring our meals to our appetites. In his conversation with country gentlemen he would not make use of a phrase that was not strictly true: he never told any of them that he was his humble servant, but that he was his well-wisher, and would rather be thought a malcontent than drink the king's health when he was not dry. He would thrust his head out of his chamber window every morning, and, after having gaped for fresh air about half an hour, repeat fisty verses as loud as he could bawl them, for the benefit of his lungs; to which end he gene. rally took them out of Homer-the Greek tongue, especially in that author, being more deep and so. norous, and more conducive to expectoration than any other. He had many other particularities, for which he gave sound and philosophical reasons. As this humour still grew upon him, he chose to wear a turban instead of a perriwig; concluding very justly that a bandage, of clean linen about his head was much more wholesome, as well as cleanly, than the caul of a wig, which is soiled with frequent perspirations. He afterwards judiciously observed, that the many ligatures in our English dress must naturally check the circulation of the blood; for which reason he made his breeches and his doublet of one continued piece of cloth, after the manner of the hussars. In short by following the pure dictates of reason, he at length departed so much from the rest of his countrymen, and in. deed from his whole species, that his friends would have clapped him into Bedlam, and have begged his estate; but the judge, being informed he did no harm, contented himself with issuing out a com, mission of lunacy against him, and putting his estate into the hands of proper guardians.

The fate of this philosopher puts me in mind of a remark in monsieur Fontenelle's Dialogues of the Dead. «The ambitious and the covetous,' says he,

are madmen to all intents and purposes as much as those who are shut up in dark rooms; but they have the good luck to have numbers on their side ; whereas the phrecsy of one who is given up for a lunatic is a phrensy hors d'æuvre ;' that is, in other words something which is singular in its kind, and does not fall in with the madness of a multitude.

The subject of this essay was occasioned by a letter which I received not long since, and which, for want of room at present, I shall insert in my

next paper.

577. FRIDAY, AUGUST 6, 1714.

-Hoc tolerabile, si non
Et furere incipias

JUV, Sat, vi. 613
This might be borne with, if you did not rave.

The letter mentioned in my last paper is as follows,

6 SIR,

- You have so lately decried that custom, too much in use amongst most people, of making themselves the subjects of their writings and con. versation, that I had some difficulty to persuada myself to give you this trouble until I had consi. dered that though I should speak in the first person, yet I could not be justly charged with vanity, since I shall not add my name: as also, because what I shall write will not, to say the best, redound to my praise, but is only designed to remove a prejudice conceived against me, as I hope with very little foundation. My short history is this.

• I have lived for some years last past altogether in London, until about a month ago an acquaintance of mine, for whom I have done some small services in town, invited me to pass part of the summer with him at his house in the country. I accepted his invitation, and found a very hearty welcome. My friend, an honest plain man, not being qualified to pass away his time without the reliefs of business, has grafted the farmer upon the gentleman, and brought himself to submit even to the servile parts of that employment, such as in. specting his plough, and the like. This necessarily takes up some of his hours every day; and, as I have no relish for such diversion, I used at these times to retire either to my chamber, or a shady. walk near the house, and entertain myself with some agreeable author. Now, you must know, Mr. Spectator, that when I read, especially if it be poetry, it is very usual with me, when I meet with any passage or expression which strikes me much, to pronounce it aloud, with that tone of the voice which I think agreeable. to the sentiments there expressed; and to this I generally add some motion or action of the body. It was not long before I was observed by some of the family in one of these heroic fits, who thereupon received impressions very much to my disadvantage. This however I did not soon discover, nor should have done probably, had it not been for the following accident. I had one day shut myself up in my

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