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: The defpair which is here fhewn, without a word or action on the part of the dying person, is beyond • what could be painted by the most forcible expreffions • whatever.

I shall not pursue this thought farther, but only add, ! that as annihilation is not to be had with á with, so • it is the most abject thing in the world to with it. • What are honour, fame, wealth, or power, when compared with the generous expectation

of a being without end, and a happiness adequate to that being

"I Thall trouble you no farther ; but with a certain * gravity which thefe thoughts have given me, I refleå

upon some things people fay of you, as they will of * men who distinguish themselves, which I hope are not

true ; and wish you as good a man as you are an • author.

! I am, Sir,

Your most obedient humble servant, 2.

T. D'

N° 211.

Thursday, November 1.


Fietis meminerit nos jocari fabulis. PHÆDr. lib. 1. Prol.

Let it be remember'd that we fpory in fabled stories. HAVING lately tranflated the fragment of an old poet which describes womankind under several characters, and supposes them to have drawn their different manners and dispositions from those animals and elements out of which he tells us they were compounded; I had fonie thoughts of giving the sex their revenge, by laying together in another paper the many vicious characters which prevail in the male world, and Thewing the different ingredients that go to the making up of such different humours and constitutions. Horace has a thought which is something akin to this, when, in order to excuse himself to his iniftress, for an


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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 seasoned it with some furious particles of the lion. But upon turning this plan to and fro in my thoughts, I observed so many unaccountable humours in man, that I did not know out of what animals to fetch them. Male souls are diversified with fo many characters, that the world has not variety of materials fufficient to furnish out their different tempers and inclinations. The creation, with all its animals and elements, would not be large enough to fupply their several extravagancies.

Instead therefore of pursuing the thought of Simonides, I shall observe, that as he has exposed the vicious part of women from the doctrine of pre-existence, some 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 fo call it ;

! and that as Simonides describes brutes entering into the composition 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 as they most resemble in their manners; or to give an account of it as Mri Dryden has described it in his translation of Pythagoras his speech in the fifteenth book of Ovid, where that philosopher diffuades his hearers from eating flesh:


“ Thus all things are but alter'd, nothing dies,
“ And here and there th' unbody'd fpirit fies :
“ By time, or force, or ficknels difpoffelsd,
“And lodges where it lights, in bird or beast,
" Or hunts without till ready limbs it find,
“ And actuates those according to their kind :
“ From tenement to tenement is tofs'd :
“ The soul is fill the same, the figure only loft.

“ Then let not piety be put to flight, “ To please the talte of glutton-appetite; « But suffer inmate souls secure to dwell, « Left from their seats your parents you expel; « With rapid hunger feed upon your kind, “ Or from a beast dislodge a brother's mind.”

Plato in the vision of Erus the Armenian, which I may possibly make the subject of a future speculation, records some beautiful transmigrations ; as that the soul of Orpheus, who was musical, melancholy, and a woman-bater, entered into a swan ; the soul of Ajax, which was all wrath and fierceness, into a lion ; the soul of Agamemnon, that was rapacious and imperial

, into an eagle ; and the soul of Thersites, who was a mimic and a buffoon, into a monkey.

Mr. Congreve, in a prologue to one of his comedies, has touched upon this doctrine with great « Thus Aristotle's soul of old that was,

May now be damn'd to animate an ass ; “ Or in this very house, for ought we know, Is doing painful penance in fome beau.”

I shall fill up this paper with some letters which my last Tuesday's speculation has produced. My following correspondents will shew, what I there observed, that the speculation of that day affects only the lower part of the fex.




• 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 shop, or if you please to call it fo, my cell, is in great

hive of females which goes by the name of “ The New Exchange;" where I am daily employed • in gathering together a little stock of gain from the • finest Aowers about the town, I mean the ladies and • the us. I have a numerous 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

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' 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 myself towards him like a

Wasp, so 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 represent to him the fatal effects his floth ' and negligence may bring upon us in our old age.

• must beg that you will join with me in your good ad-
this occasion,


will for ever oblige
• Your humble servant,


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Piccadilly, October 31, 1711. 'I AM joined in wedlock for my sins 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, fir, she passes 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 expensiveness. Pray, master, tell me in your next paper, whether I may not expect of her so much drudgery as to take care of her family, and to curry her hide in case of refusal.

• Your loving friend,


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Cheapfide, October · I AM mightily pleased with the humour of the cat; * be so kind as to enlarge upon that subject.

Yours till death,

Josiah HENPECK. P. S. You must know I am married to a Grimalkin.'

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Wapping, October 31, 1711: · EVER since your Spectator of Tuesday last came ' into our family, my husband is pleased to call me his Oceana, because the foolish old poet that you have VOL. III.


• tranflated says, that the souls of some women are made • of sea-water. This, it feems, has encouraged my sauce• box to be witty upon me. When I am angry, he cries

pr’ythee, my dear, be calm; when Ichide one of my fer• vants, pr’ythee, child, do not bluster. He trad the impu. dence about an hour ago to tell me, that he was a lea• faring man, and must expect to divide his life between • storm and sunshine. When I beftir myself with any • spirit in my family, it is high sea in his house ; and

when I lit still without doing any thing, his affairs for• footh are wind-bound. When I ask him whether it

rains, he makes answer, it is no matter, so that it be fair weather within doors. In short, fir, 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, since you are lo sharp upon

let us know what materials your wife is 'made of, if you have one. I suppose you would make

us a parcel of poor-spirited tame infipid creatures: but, sir, I would have you to know, we have as good palfions in us, as yourself, and that a woman was never

designed to be a milk-fop. L.




other wonien,

N° 212.

Friday, November 2.

-Eripe, turpi Colla jugo, liber, liber fum, dic age--Hor. Sat. 7.1.2.v.92. ---Loose thy neck from this ignoble chair, And boldly say, thou'rt free.

CREECH. • Mr. SPECTATOR, NEVER look upon my dear wife, but I think

neve • of the happiness fir Roger de Coverley enjoys, • in having such a friend as you to expofe in proper

colours the cruelty and perverseness of his mistress. • I have very often wilhed you visited in our family,

and were acquainted with my spouse ; she would afford you for lome months at least matter enough for

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