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molt careful of paying, and would be a very worthy sub-
There are many of this fpecies who exclude others of just: expectation, and make those proper dependants appear impatient, because they are not lo cheerful as thote who expect nothing. I have made use of the penny-pott for the instruction of these voluntary laves, and informed
them, that they will never be provided for ; but they double their diligence upon adınonition. Will Afterday has told his friends that he was to have the next thing, these ten years; and Harry Linger has been fourteen, within a month, of a considerable office. However, the fantastic complaisance which is paid to them, may blind the great from seeing themselves in a just light; they must needs, if they in the least reflect, at some times, have a sense of the injustice they do in raising in others a false expectation. But this is so common a practice in all the stages of power, that there are not more cripples come out of the wars, than from the attendance of pa
You see in one a fettled melancholy, in another 2 bridled rage ; a third has lost his memory, and a fourth his whole constitution and humour. In a word, when you see a particular cast of mind or body, which looks a ltdle upon the distracted, you may be sure the poor gentleman has formerly had great friends. For this realon, I have thought it a prudent thing to take a nephew of mine out of a lady's service, where he was a page, and have bound him to a shoemaker.
But what, of all the humours' under the sun, is the moft pleasant to consider is, that you see some men lay, as it were, a set of acquaintance by them, to converse with when they are out of employment, who had no effect of their power when they were in. Here patrons and clients both make the most fantastical figure ima. ginable. Friendship, indeed, is moft manifested in adversity; but I do not know how to behave myself to a man who thinks me his friend at no other time but that. Dick Reptile, of our club, had this in his head the other night, when he said, I am afraid of ill news when I am visited by any of my old friends. These patrons are a little like some fine gentlemen, who spend all their hours of gaiety with their wenches; but when they fall fick will let no one come near them but their wives. It seems, truth and honour are companions too sober for prosperity. It is certainly the most black ingratitude, to accept of a man's best endeavours to be pleasing to you, and return it with indifference.
I am so much of this mind, that Dick Eastcourt, the comedian, for coming one night to our club, though he laughed at us all the time he was there, shall have our company at his play on Thursday. A man of talents is to be favoured, or never admitted. Let the ordinary world truck for money and wares ;-but men of fpirit and conversation should, in every kind, do others as much pleasure as they receive from them. But men are so taken up with outward forms, that they do not consider their actions ; else how. fhould it be, that a man fhall deny that to the entreaties, and almost tears, of an old friend, which he shall folicit a new one to accept oft.. I remember, when I first came out of Staffordshire, I had an intimacy with a man of quality, in whose gift there fell a very good employment. All the town cried, There's a thing for Mr. Bickerstaff ! when, to my great astonishment, I found my patron had been forced upon twenty artifices to surprise a man with it, who never thought of it. But sure, it is a degree of murder to amuse men with vain hopes. If a man takes away another's life, where is the difference, whether he does it by taking away the minutes of his time, or the drops of his blood? But, indeed, such as have hearts barren of kindness, are ferved accordingly by those who they employ; and pass their lives away with an empty shew of civility for lave, and an infipid intercourse of a commerce in which their affections are no way concerned. But, on the other side, how beautiful is the life of a patron who performs his duty to his inferiors? A worthy merchant, who employs a crowd of artificers ? A great lord, who is.ge. nerous and merciful to the several necessities of his tenants ! A courtier, who ufes his credit and power for the welfare of his friends? These have, in their several stations, a quick Felilh of the exquisite pleasure of doing good. In a word, good patrons are like the guardian angels of Plato, who are ever bufy, though unseen, in the care of their wards; but ill patrons are like the deities of Epicurus, supine, indolent, and unconcerned, though they fee mortals in storms and tempefts even while they are offering incense to their power,
NO. 197. THURSDAY, JULY 13, 1710.
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Grecian Coffee-bouse, July 12. | WHEN I came hither this evening, the man of the house delivered me a book, very finely bound. When I received it, I overheard one of the boys whisper another, and say, it was a fine thing to be a great scholar! what a pretty book that is! It has, indeed, a very gay outside, and is dedicated to me by a very ingenious gentleman, who does not put his name to it.'. The title of it, for the work is in Latin, is, Epiftolarum Obleurorum Virorum, ad Dm. M. Ortvinum Gratium, Volumina II. &c. "The Epistles of the obscure Writers to Ortuinus, &c. The purpose of the work is fignified in the de dication, in very elegant language, and fine raillery. It seems, this is a collection of letters whick fome profound blockheads, who lived before our times, have written in honour of each other, and, for their mutual information, in each other's abfurdities. They are mostly of the Germao nation, whence, from time to time, inundations of writers have flowed, more pernicious to the learned world, than the swarms of Goths and Vandals to the politie. It is, methinks, wonderful, that fellows could be awake, and utter fuch incoherent conceptions, and converse with great gravity, like learned men, without the leaft taste of know. Jedge or good senfe. It would have been an endlefs labour to have taken any other method of exposing such impera tinences, than by an edition of their own works; where you see their follies, according to the ambition of such virtuosi, in a moft correct edition.
Looking over thefe accomplished labours, I could not but reflect upon the immense load of writings which the commonalty of scholars have pushed into the world, and the abfurdity of parents, who educate crowds to spend
their time in pursuit of such cold and spiritless endeavours to appear in public. It seems, therefore, a fruitless labour to attempt the correction of the taste of our conta temporaries; except it was in our power to burn all the senseless labours of our ancestors. There is a secret propenfity in nature, from generation to generation, in the blockheads of one age to admire those of another; and men of the fame imperfections are as great admirers of each other, as those of the fame abilities.
This great mischief of voluminous follies proceeds from a inisfortune, which happens in all ages, that men of barren geniuses, but fertile imaginations, are bred fcholars. This may at first appear a paradox; but when we consider the talking creatures we meet in public places, it will no longer be such. Ralph Shallow is a young fellow that has not, by nature, any the least propensity to strike into what has not been observed and faid, every day of his life, by others; but, with that inability of speaking any thing that is uncommon, he has a great readiness at what he can speak of; and his ima. gination runs into all the different views of the subject he treats of in a moment. If Ralph had learning added to the common chit-chat of the town, he would have been a disputant upon all topics that ever were considered by men of his own genius. As for my part, I never am teased by any empty town-fellow, but I bless my stars that he was not bred a scholar. This addition, we must confider, would have made him capable of maintaining his follies. His being in the wrong would have been protected by suitable arguments; and when he was hedged in by logical terms, and false appearances, you must have owned yourself convinced before you could then have got rid of him, and the fhame of his triumph had been added to the pain of his impertinence.
There is a fort of littleness in the minds of men of wrong sense, which makes them much more insufferable than mere fools; and has the further inconvenience of being attended by an endless loquacity. For which reason, it would be a very proper work, if fome wellwither to human fociety would consider the terms upon